Chapter 15 If you don't starve to death, you will be like a mantis

Chapter 15 If you don't starve to death, you will be like a mantis

"Ah!!"

A shrill scream filled the whole room.

The scalpel slashed across Kosakao's thigh, and pieces of fish-scale-shaped flesh flew up.

The white flesh stubble was exposed, and the edges of the old and new scalpel edges were connected and clearly separated, with only a few drops of blood popping out.

"It's a very good 'fish scale cut'."

Tsuyu pinched the piece of meat and put it in front of Kosakao's eyes, smiling with satisfaction: "It feels particularly good today. Is it because of that bottle of medicine?"

"Ho ho, you..old thing...damn it..."

Kosakao hung his head in confusion, his sweaty cheeks as pale as ghosts.

A layer of his originally well-proportioned body had been shaved off, but the wounds had scabbed over, revealing dark red flesh.

When the flesh was being chopped off, Kosakao felt severe pain first, and then an inexplicable excitement. It was obviously because the scalpel was coated with medicine.

It made him become more and more excited, his perception became more and more sensitive, and his spirit became more and more high, and he couldn't even pass out.

He can only stay awake the entire time, clearly feeling this inhuman suffering.

For the first time, Kosakao hated the effect of the blood-tonifying medicine that he had praised so much before.

He really never thought that the so-called "Ling Chi" would be like this.

This is pure "technique", or in other words, extremely superb "sword skill".

It felt a bit like the way that kid used the dagger.

Silent, precise, fast, deadly...

No one has ever used sword skills while torturing people. Even ninjas like them use illusions or secret techniques to interrogate information.

Even those nobles who like to torture people use whips, candles, and soldering irons...

So, what kind of madman developed such cruel torture? !

"Ah!"

Another slash of the scalpel made Kosakao's eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and he growled feebly: "Madman! Madman! You old madman!!"

However, only the crushing silence of the old man responded to his wails and screams.

Tsuyu seemed not to hear it at all, he just talked to himself with a smile on his face, and then showed him the chopped meat, as if he was showing off to him.

"Enough! Enough! Who are you?!"

Kosakao's cheeks twitched and he lowered his head feebly and asked: "There can't be water thieves like you. Are you a dog raised by a noble? Or Are you under Sanshouo no Hanzo? Someone?!"

Upon hearing this, Tsuyu stopped and looked at him with squinted eyes.

"Hanzo?" Tsuyu sneered as if he was insulted, "That brainless warrior? That selfish, jealous, arrogant, and hopeless lackey of the Daimyo?"

"...What did you say?"

Kosakao was still hissing in pain. Hearing this, his eyes widened and he stared at Tsuyu in front of him.

Even Third Mizukage was very afraid of Hanzo, calling him a man who could change the direction of the war, but this old guy in front of him called him a brainless warrior?

"It seems that you and the people above you are very optimistic about Hanzo."

Tsuyu's expression became cold and he whispered: "The daimyos are incompetent, they live happily, the officials are corrupt, the loyal ones are demoted, and the rest are in cahoots with the nobles. They make a fortune from the war and add fuel to the flames of the war."

"The top and bottom are deceived, the party struggle is fierce, the officials are corrupt, and the quality of the ninjas is uneven. What if Hanzo is strong?"

As he spoke, Tsuyu's tone changed. He was a little crazy, but his eyes became more decisive.

There are too many people like him in this country. They no longer have the slightest expectation for those guys, and they are helpless about everything that has happened to this country.

Until they met Lord Kumokawa.

They saw the hope of this country and even the entire ninja world.

"Ha, you mean, you are not nobles, or even ninjas?" Kosakao sneered, "Ridiculous, extremely ridiculous! No matter how many guys like you gather together, it will not change anything..."

At this point, There was a sudden pause, as if he thought of something, his eyes gradually brightened.

"Yes, that's right! You...don't you want to overthrow the rule of the Rain Country Daimyo and Hanzo?" Kosakao's spirit became excited again and said, "Our Lord Mizukage of Kirigakure Village is very close to the common people!"

"I can help you contact Lord Mizukage. We can work together to overthrow the rule of the Daimyo of the Land of Rain, and then put that brat... no, help your Lord Kumokawa sit on the position of Daimyo!"

After hearing "Lord Mizukage" and the words "position of daimyo", the imperceptible sarcasm in Tsuyu's eyes could hardly be concealed.

Idiot! What a short-sighted idiot!

Sure enough, it's just like Mr. Kumokawa said.

The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan!

Tsuyu suddenly lost his interest in "preaching".

What really imprisons a person is often not talent, but the shackles of thought!

Both the samurai and most ninjas are imprisoned in the siege of thoughts that have been passed down in the ninja world for thousands of years.

"It doesn't matter, a guy like you won't understand..."

Tsuyu's expression gradually became indifferent, and he smiled: "I do all this out of my own will, even if the final result is death, it doesn't matter. Just like Mr. Kumokawa said - "If you don't die of hunger, you will be like a mantis! Hahaha!"

Seeing the enthusiasm in Tsuyu's eyes, Kosakao's pupils trembled with an inexplicable mixture of timidity. Fear spewed out like a fountain.

It was a kind of unreasonable fear that would crawl on the body like a poisonous snake, oppressing it little by little with the cold temperature.

"Madman! You are all madmen! What kind of ecstasy did that guy feed you...ah!!"

Tsuyu replaced the blunt scalpel, and then continued to chop the flesh on the sole of his foot with the scalpel.

The soles of human feet are extremely sensitive, and this feeling makes him feel worse than death.

Especially after discovering this guy's madness and fanaticism, it directly accelerated the breakdown of Kosakao's psychological defense.

A large amount of blood flowed out from the broken nose bridge, and his eyes were all bloodshot at some point. The veins on his forehead were stretched out, and his whole body swelled unnaturally, as if it was about to explode from the inside out.

Almost at the moment when his brain was in a trance, he clenched his teeth tightly, a flash of death flashed in his eyes, and he grinded his back molars hard.

However, at this moment, he suddenly discovered.

The thing that was supposed to be hidden in the groove between the outside of the teeth and the skin suddenly disappeared!

"What are you looking for?"

Tsuyu suddenly smiled, took out a small pill from his pocket, and said with a smile: "I guess you are looking for this?"

It was clearly the secret medicine that the members of the ANBU of Kirigakure Village keep to prevent themselves from being caught.

Kosakao, who could no longer hold on any longer, originally planned to commit suicide and take the information to his grave!

Now He can't even commit suicide!

"That's enough! I will tell! I will tell you! You old madman! Give me some rest!!"

The bloody scab on Kosaka's chapped lips cracked again. The double physical and psychological torture finally made him completely despair, wailing at the top of his lungs and willing to confess.

"Don't worry." Tsuyu waved his hand cheerfully, "Let's try other torture instruments?"

Looking at Kosakao, whose eyes were gradually turning gray, Tsuyu squinted his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Speaking of which, out of so many people arrested, this guy was the one who persisted the longest.

Fortunately, he did not betray Lord Kumokawa's trust.

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"What?"

In the guest room, Tsuyu pointed at his confused face, looked at Kumokawa who was sitting on the bed and flipped through information, and said in a shocked tone: "You mean, you don't need me anymore?"

Although he doesn't seek rewards for his work, he doesn't want to be fired!

"Uncle Tsuyu, what are you thinking about!" Kumokawa raised his head helplessly and emphasized, "I want you to rest for a while and spend more time with Shaoyu. I will come back to you when I need you. I don't want to abandon you."

At this point, he suddenly paused, looked at Tsuyu, and his tone became gentle: "Besides, you still have some personal matters to deal with, don't you?"

After that, he stopped paying attention to Uncle Tsuyu, who looked stunned. Kumokawa lowered his head again and looked at the information that came out of Kosakao's interrogation.

The temperament of the Third Mizukage changed drastically. When faced with the ninja clan who made small moves, he changed his gentle way in the past and attacked instantly with iron-blooded methods, directly purging a group of middle-level ninjas from the ninja clan.

Most of the people who insisted on opposing his opinions were killed by him in public at the meeting. The sudden change in his temperament was shocking, and the cruelty of his methods made everyone terrified.

At the same time, he ordered Kirigakure Village to enter a state of lockdown, strictly prohibiting internal personnel from leaving the village without authorization, and no longer open to external transactions.

And, they began to secretly assemble ninja troops, with the goal of...

the Kingdom of Whirlpool! ( Uzumaki clan home)

Knock...knock...

Kumokawa lowered his head slightly, his fingers tapping on the table paused, and some unexplained emotions slowly flowed through his eyes.

Is this drama finally coming to an end?

(End of chapter)