There is a problem with my spiritism in Naruto

"Look at Hashirama, do you notice any difference between their fighting and yours?"

Fujiwara thought for a moment and replied, "They are more powerful."

Xiaobai sighed.

This kind of ninja with average qualifications is indeed flawed in terms of understanding.

"Haven't you noticed that they won't jump up easily unless they want to move quickly?"

"When your strength is weaker than your opponent's, your jump will not only fail to help you smooth out the height difference between you and your opponent, but will also allow your opponent to seize the gap between your attacks to counterattack."

"So the best way is to use a substitute technique, or to restrict the opponent's movement by hitting the opponent's leg joints."

"But..." Fujiwara still wanted to speak but was interrupted by Xiaobai, "They need to be restricted because they are very strong, and you are nothing. If you can't get your mentality right, I think you It’s better to be an ordinary person for the rest of your life.”

Looking at this reckless child, Xiaobai quickly continued, "The most important thing for a person is to be calm. As long as you are not impulsive, you will have a chance to turn defeat into victory."

Fujiwara fell silent.

At this time, Hashirama succeeded in taking apart all the joints of his No. 3 opponent's limbs.

And all the opponents who were separated by Hashirama were judged by Fujiwara Xiaomai as unable to be treated.

The screams in the wooden house made the warrior standing outside the house extremely worried.

But the departure of someone in front of them encouraged them, and the miserable death of their companions who tried to escape before allowed these people to barely control themselves from running around.

There is now only the last samurai left in the wooden house.

"Okay, now you're the only one left."

Xiaobai stole a glance at Madara who was trying to control his emotions, "So, who are you going to choose?"

The last samurai turned his attention to Madara.

Seeing that someone finally favored him, Madara's eyes lit up and he showed a stiff smile for the first time.

But Madara's smile seemed to the other person like a smile from hell.

After trembling, the samurai's voice was a little distorted, "I choose Hashirama."

The smile on Madara's face froze instantly, and he could only turn his head away with a gloomy face.

When the last warrior was also broken, Xiaobai left the most seriously injured one and let all the other three warriors go.

Standing up, Xiaobai said, "Okay, next is the killing training."

"The rules are similar. Madara and Hashirama still can't use chakra. When attacking the fatal part at the same time, they must hit the target with one hit. Those who are not killed by one hit will be let go, or you will receive damage and the judgment will fail."

"As for Fujiwara Hatsuna, there are no taboos. You just need to kill all your opponents. Hashirama, come out in three wooden houses."

According to Xiaobai's words, Hashirama quickly unlocked his current technique and re-divided the three wooden houses.

Xiaobai stood outside the wooden house and looked at the forty ninjas in front of him.

"The opponent who was selected as the ten most evil was the weakest among us. The other 30 people were divided into two groups of 15 people. The rules are still the same. If the two are injured, the one who is still alive can leave."

The samurai present were quickly assigned to their respective fields with weapons in hand.

But compared to the relief on the faces of the ten most evil warriors, the other two groups looked a little miserable.

Turning to look at Fujiwara Chu, Xiaobai said softly, "You still have one last chance to choose. You'd better think carefully before telling me whether to continue."

Looking at the samurai who were staring at her and grinning ferociously, Fujiwara Xiaomai held her brother's hand with some fear, "Brother, let's become medical ninjas."

Fujiwara Chu reached out and touched Fujiwara Xiaomai's head, and said to her, "It's okay, brother will be out in a moment."

After saying that, Fujiwara turned to Xiaobai and said, "I want to go in."

This child's face no longer had the previous look of being enthusiastic about everything he did, and he looked very solemn.

"Okay, let's go."

After watching Fujiwara Chu walk in, the door of the wooden house was slowly closed.

After a brief silence, a burst of fierce shouts of killing broke out.

Fujiwara Xiaomai looked at the wooden house with some worry, turned to Xiaobai and asked, "My brother will win, right?"

"I don't know." Xiaobai shook his head.

After gaining hope of survival, these people will truly expose their most cruel nature.

Xiaobai really didn't know whether Fujiwara Chu could survive.

The wooden house belonging to Madara and Hashirama was quickly opened.

Compared to the relatively clean wooden house on Hashirama's side, Madara's side seemed a bit miserable.

Just looking over there, Xiaobai immediately covered Fujiwara Xiaomai's eyes.

It was so miserable.

Except for one fatal wound on the bodies of those warriors, all their joints were weirdly twisted.

Apparently, Madara made up for the joint skill training class he missed in this way.

He took Fujiwara Xiaomai to the samurai who had been left behind before, and began to teach her how to repair the excessively damaged joints.

But Fujiwara Xiaomai's mind was obviously not on this. From time to time, she would glance at the wooden house where the shouts of killing were still heard.

Finally, the shouts of killing in the wooden house slowly faded away.

Hearing that there was no movement in the wooden house, Fujiwara Xiaomai ran directly towards the wooden house.

Hashirama also cooperated and opened the closed wooden door.

The walls were covered in blood, and bodies were scattered all over the floor.

As soon as the wooden door opened, thick blood flowed out directly. In the wooden house, a tall figure wearing rough clothes stood with his back to everyone.

"Brother, brother" Fujiwara Xiaomai stopped, tears streaming down her face.

"Huh, I won, can you let me go?" The warrior turned around and said, there was a wound on his face, with bones sticking out of it.

Xiaobai's heart sank, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Madara say jokingly

"Did you win?"

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At this moment, a thin figure covered in blood jumped out of the pool of blood.

The kunai in his hand stabbed directly into the samurai's lower back.

Fujiwara Hao said softly, "This is the part of the kidney. If you insert it diagonally, it will directly pierce the liver. Your strength will be lost uncontrollably, and you will no longer be able to fight back."

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With a little disbelief, the last warrior in the wooden house also fell to the ground.

"Brother" Fujiwara Xiaomai ran over in a hurry, crying while looking for possible wounds on Fujiwara Hatter's body.

"I'm fine." Fujiwara smiled and looked at his sister in front of him.

"Hey, uncle, I won."

Xiaobai nodded, took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

"Knowledge, calmness, and strength. You have achieved the three elements of being a junior ninja."

Hearing Xiaobai's admission, Fujiwara Chu couldn't hold on any longer and lay down among the piles of corpses.

However, Fujiwara Xiaomai breathed a sigh of relief. After wiping away the tears on her face with her blood-stained hands, she turned around and said, "Brother fainted."