"Asma!"
"Asma is crazy? She dared to throw a fist at Youyu."
"He will definitely be hacked to death, what should I do?"
…
Seeing Asma rushing towards Youyu, there was an uproar in the class.
Who is Youyu? That was the one who severely injured their former teacher with a single knife.
Lien is hailed as one of the most remarkable geniuses since the establishment of Konoha Shincho.
As the son of "Konoha White Fang" who was superior to Sannin in World War II, Kakashi Hagi was defeated by Youyu.
Although Asma is the son of the third generation of Hokage, but in terms of strength, it is almost unworthy to give Youyu shoes.
"Oops!"
Seeing Youyu's eyes gradually becoming dangerous, Tanaka suddenly panicked.
If Youyu hacked Asma to death, how would he explain to Hokage III?
"Um?"
Youyu narrowed his eyes, let go of Yurihong's right hand, and took out a knife from his side.
The blade is about 80 cm long and 1.6 cm wide. It is a standard Japanese sword.
"Om—"
"This, this is?"
Hidetaka Tanaka paused when he wanted to stop, and the look in Youyu's eyes suddenly changed.
Yuu, who held the handle of the knife, changed his aura greatly.
If you were a little drunkard just now.
Youyu at this time is an extremely terrifying evil spirit.
Asma, who was being watched by Youyu, halted abruptly, with a slightly worried face, full of panic at this time.
From his perspective, Youyu was like an evil spirit at this moment, being watched by Youyu's ghost-like eyes.
Asma felt like a prey placed on a chopping board, with nowhere to escape.
"Huh—"
"No! Youyu!"
Under the horrified gaze of Tanaka Hideo, Yuu held the hilt of the knife and severely chopped it down at Asma.
"It's over, it's over!"
Asma's eyes were full of fear, and cold sweat instantly spread all over her body.
At this time, he felt extremely regretful in his heart.
Why is it so impulsive that when you see Yurihong being embraced by Youyu, she rushes towards Youyu without reason.
He clearly knew that Youyu was a terrible monster, and he was not your opponent at all.
"Yes, dying?"
Asma closed her eyes in despair, and then felt a sharp pain in her body.
"Puff!"
Under the horrified gaze of everyone in the class, Asma was chopped in half, and blood was constantly splashing.
"Ah!!"
"Asma?!"
"It's over, Asma was hacked to death by Youyu!!"
…
The class suddenly panicked and looked at Youyu in horror.
"Crack—"
"Ton-ton-ton-ha!"
You Yu held the handle of the knife in his right hand and the wine Xi Rihong gave him in his left hand. With a slight pressure on his teeth, he bit the wine bottle cap open and started drinking.
"Did you drink too much? I didn't even pull out the knife."
Yu Yu laughed with drunkenness on his face again.
"Huh? This, this..."
The people in the class rubbed their eyes and looked at it intently. Sure enough, the knife You Yu was holding was still in the scabbard.
And Asma was sitting on the ground unscathed.
"Why, how is it possible? I just saw clearly..."
Tanaka Xiu rubbed his eyes vigorously, his face full of disbelief.
He swears that he was not mistaken just now. From his perspective, Youyu cut Asma in half with a single knife, and the blood kept splashing.
The reaction of the classmates also proved this point. From everyone's perspective, Asma was definitely cut by Youyu.
But what is going on now? Yu Yulian did not pull out the sword, and Asma was unscathed.
"Difficult, can it be said? Magic, illusion?"
Tanaka looked at Youyu in shock.
There is only one explanation, and that is the power of illusion.
However, Youyu is only eight years old, and has an unparalleled talent in kendo.
Now even the illusion technique can make him the forbearance of this elite?
However, can anyone use illusion while drunk? !
If Yuu knew about Tanaka's brain tonic, he would definitely laugh out loud, and then drink two more glasses.
It wasn't something like illusion, but a fusion of kendo and aura.
"Me, I survived?"
Asma opened her eyes, limp on the ground, looking at her hands in disbelief.
Just now, he swore that he really felt that he was cut by Youyu.
That kind of pain, that kind of despair of death, can't be wrong.
but why…?
"Ton-ton-ton-ha!"
Youyu took the wine bottle, drank freely, and exhaled comfortably.
"Ding! It was detected that the owner was drunk and shocked the audience. Reward: Black knife, Qiushui!
The reward has been deposited in the owner's home. "
The prompt of the system resounded in Youyu's mind.
"Sword? Good thing, Qiu Shui, so familiar name, what is it?"
You Yu thought dimly with drunken eyes.
"What's the matter with him? Why do you want such a mind-bending question? Is the wine bad?"
Youyu didn't pay attention to it after thinking about it for two seconds.
"Hey, you bastard, get out of the way, in front of me, you can't even drink wine."
Youyu looked at Asma who was still sitting slumped in front of him, and shook his hand in disgust.
"I won't go anymore, I cut you off."
When Asma heard these words from Youyu, her eyes were full of horror.
I don't know where the strength came from, his limp body was shaken, and he ran back to his seat with a crawl.