socalfunplaces Chapter 110: Swordsmanship
Chapter 110: Swordsmanship
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
"Cough cough cough, first time killing someone... really... cough cough cough... ugh!"
In the woods, the autumn wind rustled the withered yellow leaves. Thousand-handed Crane leaned against a tree trunk, bent over, dry heaving, her stomach churning, almost vomiting bile.
The corpses of two members of the Feathered Clan lay silently before him, their blood soaking the soil and staining the fallen leaves beneath his feet, stinging his eyes.
"Sigh, you still need to practice more..."
Black Zetsu's voice came from the palm of his left hand. His dark face furrowed slightly as he looked at Senju Tsuru's pale, almost transparent face, his tone full of helplessness.
I thought that although Senju Tsuru had never refined chakra, he was born into a ninja family and should know some of the rules of the chaotic world from his upbringing.
Who would have thought that this young Thousand Hands Clan Chief was so well protected that he had buried himself in books for over a decade and had never even seen a bloody scene.
"Uh, cough cough..."
Senjutsu Crane straightened up, clutching her chest and coughing violently, her fingertips still trembling uncontrollably.
Senju Tsuru looked down at her hands, her eyes filled with frustration and confusion: "Cough cough cough, so I guess I'm still more suited to reading and writing...?"
"well....."
As soon as he finished speaking, Black Zetsu in his palm sighed softly.
Her gaze softened, and she gently patted the back of his hand. Her voice lost some of its previous teasing tone, gaining instead a more insightful quality:
"Reading and writing are a stable way to live, but you were born in this war-torn ninja world, and you are the young patriarch of the Senju clan. How can you only hold a pen and not a sword?"
Black Zetsu glanced at the broken blades and bloodstains scattered in the forest, his tone becoming more somber.
"Do you think the Feathered Robe Clan would appreciate your kindness?"
"If they were to cross the borders of Qianshou and commit arson, murder, and looting, they would certainly target the elderly and weak in the tribe."
"If you hold back today, tomorrow it will be your father, the elder who has protected you for more than ten years, or even the children in the clan who have not yet grown up."
"In chaotic times, one cannot survive simply by being kind-hearted; self-preservation is always the top priority."
Senju Tsuru's shoulders slumped slightly, her drooping head lifted a little, and the confusion in her eyes lessened, replaced by a sense of realization.
Seeing this, Black Zetsu continued, "The fact that you can vomit it out and feel remorse shows that you have a warm heart, which makes you much better than those who have blood on their hands but feel no remorse."
Killing is nothing to be proud of, but it was forced upon us by the times.
It's already remarkable that you reacted this way the first time you saw blood; the truly difficult thing is to remain calm and composed after experiencing it several more times, and to maintain that kindness in your heart.
Black Zetsu paused, a mocking smile curving his dark lips:
"I'll teach you a way to get rid of your self-blame."
Every time you kill someone, and you feel you've indiscriminately killed innocent people, you silently repeat to yourself, "It wasn't me who killed you, it was this chaotic world that killed you!"
Black Zetsu said with a smile.
"I see....."
Senju Tsuru listened intently, the dark face in his palm both gentle and firm. Those words were like a gentle breeze, blowing away the panic and self-doubt in his heart.
Senju Tsuru looked down at the Black Zetsu in her palm, the confusion in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by determination and gratitude.
"Thank you for your guidance, Black Zetsu Immortal. I understand now."
"Senju Tsuru said respectfully."
"Yes, this child is teachable."
Black Zetsu nodded slightly, his dark eyebrows curving into a smile, before reverting to his usual cheeky expression.
"Good that you understand."
"By the way, your father didn't send you to the Uchiha battlefield. I suppose he was worried about your safety, so he specially transferred you to the Hagoromo battlefield."
"Black Zetsu said."
Upon hearing this, Senju Tsuru subconsciously scratched his head, a complex expression on his face: "Although the Hagoromo battlefield is a bit less intense than the Uchiha battlefield, the Hagoromo clan shouldn't be underestimated. I've heard that their ancestor was the son of the Ninja Sage..."
"Huh? That's pure bragging."
Blackie opened his mouth with disdain.
"The founder of the Hagoromo clan was just an ordinary disciple under the Ninja Sect Sage. He only remembered the name Hagoromo, but he was so arrogant that he used this name to establish a clan. In the end, he was just using the name to save face."
Black Zetsu explained.
Senju Tsuru's eyes were full of doubt. She took half a step forward and asked, "Then, where did the name 'Feather Robe' come from?"
Black Zetsu's dark body paused slightly, as if hesitating about something. He remained silent for a moment before speaking softly.
"Hagoromo is the true name of the Ninja Sect Sage."
"Oh, I see."
This is unbelievable! I've always considered the Ninja Sage a legend, and I wasn't even sure if he ever really existed...
Senju Tsuru's eyes widened in surprise.
"I find it truly unbelievable."
Black Zetsu grumbled, raising a slight brow with a hint of helplessness.
"Only a few hundred years have passed, and the history of your ninja world has already become obscure. Even the name Ashura is passed down in a vague and ambiguous way. If a few hundred more years pass, you may even forget how you came to be."
Black Zetsu looked up towards the direction of the Thousand Hands Clan's territory in the distance, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
No wonder the great immortal organized the compilation of history on Mount Myōboku. In the end, he was afraid that these precious historical materials would be completely buried by the blood and fire of this chaotic world.
Senjutsu Crane had just stopped gagging and was wiping her mouth with her sleeve when she raised her hand.
Suddenly, the black eyes of the man in the palm of his hand lit up!
The tone, which had initially carried a hint of helplessness, suddenly shifted, becoming tinged with a mischievous gleam of joy:
"Oh, by the way, I've thought of an opportunity. Perhaps you could go and retrieve it!"
"What?"
Thousand-Handed Crane was startled, her grip on the tree trunk tightening slightly. She looked down at her palm with a puzzled expression: "What kind of opportunity?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sly smile appeared on the dark face in his palm, and his dark eyebrows curved into a cunning arc.
"Do you know about the Hatake sword technique?"
Black Zetsu spoke mysteriously.
"Know."
"That's an unparalleled sword technique created by Chief Hatake himself a hundred years ago!"
"It was precisely through this swordsmanship that the originally weak and isolated Hatake clan rose to become one of the great ninja clans of the ninja world, gaining widespread fame!"
Senju Tsuru spoke earnestly, her eyes filled with emotion.
"You're wrong!"
Upon hearing this, Black Zetsu immediately said, "This sword technique was not created by Chief Hatake at all."
"what?"
Senju Tsuru's confident expression froze instantly, her brows furrowing as she pressed, "Then who exactly created it?"
"I heard from old stories circulating in the ninja world that the former head of the Hatake clan was defeated in his early years and fled into the deep mountains and forests. He pondered deeply and created the Hatake sword technique."
Senju Tsuru scratched his head and told him everything he knew.
"That's just a story the Hatake clan made up to justify their swordsmanship."
Black Zetsu shook his head, a smile playing at the corners of his dark lips.
"Actually, this sword technique has another name and a different origin."
"Another name? What is it?"
Senju Tsuru's curiosity was completely piqued, and she leaned forward instinctively, staring expectantly at the Black Zetsu in her palm.
Seeing this, Hei Jue deliberately slowed down his speech and asked in a pretentious tone, "Do you know about Falling Fox Cliff?"