MSIN: Chapter 254

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Guided by Mirai, Haori found the gloomy cell. Would anyone be imprisoned here?

Then, they saw a white-haired child there… Imprisoning minors is inhumane, but it actually made Haori breathe a sigh of relief. The other side's age matched his expectations. This meant that he shouldn't have made a wasted trip.

However, it seemed that everyone Haori found had some similarities to him. For example, that face that was hard to classify, and then, their hair color.

So… was white hair in the ninja world not albinism or premature graying, but a common phenomenon?

"Who are you?"

Looking at the person who had suddenly appeared, who wasn't from the same clan, Kimimaro's expression was calm, almost indifferent. His tone didn't have any emotional change.

His reaction was completely unlike what a child of this age should have.

It was proven that every white-haired person has a touching story. If it's white hair, naturally curly hair, dead fish eyes, and a sugar addict, then the story is even more rich, from fighting aliens to raising lolis, you name it.

"Just a ninja passing by." Haori said. But the credibility of these words… was like someone saying they were a housewife passing by.

Every housewife passing by is a housewife with explosive combat strength. Every ninja passing by is a ninja with malicious intent.

"You're not an ordinary ninja. The people guarding outside were silently eliminated." Kimimaro said.

For his age, this was a very calm and excellent instant judgment.

"Who I am isn't important," Haori smiled. "What's important is, do you want to get out of here?"

Mirai's curious gaze was exploring everywhere, including the person opposite her and the environment. But she just watched quietly and didn't interrupt Haori's conversation.

"Get out? Why?"

Kimimaro asked why because he really didn't know why he should get out.

"Don't you have anything you want? For example… freedom?"

"Freedom?" Kimimaro was confused.

He knew what freedom was, but did he need freedom? Or, was there a difference for him between being in prison and being out of prison?

For someone who doesn't have a life goal and is manipulated, there is no difference. If no one cared about him, Kimimaro could probably stay here and be a quiet handsome man for the rest of his life.

Freedom has no meaning for Kimimaro. So, confinement has no meaning for Kimimaro either.

Although he hadn't studied psychology, Haori could understand what the person opposite him was like through this brief conversation. Because for a long time, Haori had been in a similar state. Although he wasn't as negative, it wasn't fundamentally different.

There's an eternal truth that says, what's the difference between someone without dreams and a salted fish?

Without ideals, purposes, or even goals, a person can indeed feel empty. This should be a problem that men over twenty years old would consider. But in this world, some people are indeed more precocious and think too much.

"What's your name?"

"Kimimaro."

So, this is Kimimaro… Haori had a better impression of the name "Kimimaro" than "Haku," but that was all. He didn't know anything more.

"Kimimaro, you can get out of here." As he spoke, Haori pointed to Mirai beside him. "Protect this child. It can be your life's mission."

"Why?" Kimimaro asked.

"No reason. Because you need to get out of here."

Why would someone who's a stranger protect a girl who has no relationship to him? Just because of Haori's words?

This is ridiculous, but at the same time, it's not ridiculous at all.

Kimimaro didn't know how to live his life. Now, someone had told him how to live, even if it was just to do something completely unrelated.

Kimimaro's expression changed… He needed to be confined to a certain level. He needed to be liberated on a deeper level.

You could hear the sound of chains clashing. Kimimaro tried to stand up and walk out of there.

Actually, you could explain the reason why Kimimaro was willing to go with Haori in one sentence. Haku was in the same situation:

A person always needs to "be needed."

They followed Haori ultimately not for others, but for themselves.

A bone blade protruded from the middle of Kimimaro's right palm. Then, the iron chains on his body and the iron lock on the cell door broke in two.

He walked out of his predicament and said to Haori, "Where are we going?"

"Wait a second. Let me take a look at your hand." Haori said.

Kimimaro extended his right hand to Haori… This delicate bone blade not only grew instantly, but its hardness and sharpness were superior to steel.

Was this the legendary Shikotsumyaku of the Hyuga clan?

This… this kid's bone growth is too severe. Just now, how many calcium tablets would he need to make up for that?

Shikotsumyaku is undoubtedly an abnormal state of the body. Haori could easily judge this. It's hard to say whether using this kind of move wouldn't cause a physical burden. The use of "jutsu" comes with risks. And Kimimaro's risk seemed to be easily visible to the naked eye.

Cell division always has a limit. Could Shikotsumyaku manipulating bone cells avoid this? Haori didn't know, but he instinctively felt something was wrong.

Similar to how someone's Sharingan would go blind if they used it too much, the risk of kekkei genkai is higher than that of advanced jutsu. There's always a price to pay for gaining power. Shikotsumyaku shouldn't be an exception.

"Put it away. Don't use this move lightly for now."

Haori thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. It was something he had been carrying around but hadn't used much.

"I have a gift that's perfect for you. When you're fighting in the future, try not to use your bones to solve problems."

As he spoke, Haori pulled out a scroll from behind him. After releasing the seal, a dark, ladybug-shell-like weapon appeared.

Hum hum ha hey, use the double-headed hammer.

Although it's used like a hammer, it's actually a big blade.

The Seven Ninja Swords of the Mist, the double-bladed sword, Hiramekarei.

As for the sewing needle, Haku would probably be perfect for it. It felt like his face would match that long, thin weapon.

Kimimaro nodded, as if he understood what Haori meant. He retracted his bone blade and took the gift with both hands.

He struggled to put Hiramekarei on his back… It looked more like a ladybug.

Hiramekarei is a very heavy weapon. It was difficult for seven-year-old Kimimaro to use it smoothly. Even just carrying it wasn't easy. But he still put it on his back.

Actually, this was probably the first time someone had given him a gift. Although it was strange, Hiramekarei was also considered precious.

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