"You still won't tell me?"

There was a mist in front of Bai Bai's eyes, and his consciousness was close to blurry.

This voice full of strong threatening tone was separated by the swollen eardrums, sounding both far and near.

It took Bai more time than usual to understand what the other party was saying, but the answer was no different from the previous times.

He took a deep breath through his wet, cold nose and said weakly: "I don't know..."

Before he could finish a complete sentence, another strong force came from the top of his head.

Bai's head was pushed into the puddle in front of the banyan forest by the torturer, and his unfinished words were drowned by the sound of gurgling water and a string of enjoyable laughter.

This is behind the mountain about 2 kilometers away from the abandoned patrol station.

The water pool is formed by a dozen small waterfalls descending from the mountain. The banyan forest where Bai used to collect medicine (actually there is only one tree) is not far behind him, and is irrigated and nurtured by the small river that originates from here.

It's a pity that such a beautiful place has become a dangerous place of torture.

Bai's head was almost completely submerged into the water. Bubbles rushed to his ears as his mouth opened and closed, and his brain felt as if he was about to enter another world.

His arms were tightened against his back like pliers by another torturer, and his wrists were raised deliberately, almost touching his shoulder blades. But this pain was nothing to Bai Bai, what really mattered

Yes, it's that feeling of drowning.

The cold water surged into his mouth and nose that he couldn't control, burrowing into his throat like a poisonous snake and squeezing the air out of his lungs.

Bai struggled desperately, but was held tightly by the two of them, unable to move.

Maybe a few seconds passed, maybe thousands of years passed. In front of his eyes was the kind of white flash that can cause epilepsy patients to have seizures in the interrogation room, and then he saw groups of black ink stains, like the ink spitted by an octopus.

There were more and more, spreading everywhere and connecting with each other, almost covering his entire field of vision.

【Lord Zabuza, I’m afraid I have to say goodbye to you.】

Scenes of the past were like a movie played in reverse, playing rapidly in Shiro's dying consciousness. He returned to the day when he met Zabuza and rekindled his motivation to survive; he returned to the day when he witnessed his mother being killed and the Blood Succession Limit broke out.

The day he killed his father; he would soon return to his poor but happy childhood...

【That's it, there will be no more pain.】

He thought this way and planned to embrace this sweet darkness.

But this desire is destined to be dashed.

The torturer put his palms against Bai's scalp, pulled his hair tightly, and pulled the dying boy out of the water.

The fresh air violently rushed into the nasal cavity, the sound was deafening, and the sunlight penetrated through the water droplets into Bai's eyes, causing unspeakable pain.

But before he could retching, he was forcefully lifted up by his hair, turned his head to the other side while panting, and looked at each other with his torturer.

"After soaking in it so many times, your face is still very beautiful, but it makes me uncomfortable just looking at it."

That face with a cruel smile belonged to the two-handed sword ninja who tried to kill the butterfly ninja a day ago.

He is only four years older than Shiro, but this Kirigakure-specific, bone-deep coldness is no different from the older companions behind him.

Among the waiting ninjas, Captain Genshinichi is an elite jounin comparable to Zabuza. The two ordinary jonins who look somewhat similar to Genshinichi are his clansmen. The special jounin with the ability to perceive is Ibi.

A student of his grandfather, Elder Yuanshi.

Except for the two-handed sword ninja and the middle-aged ninja who cooperated with the twisted white arm, the other four middle genin, although not from the big family, had all changed families after last night, so they agreed to cause trouble and cooperated with Yuan Zhenyi to bring bad luck to Shiro.

The information about Zabuza and Mei Terumi was tortured from his mouth.

Further away, on the outermost edge, are four teenagers about the same age as Bai. Their hair colors are three black and one white.

The four people were tied up with iron shackles on their hands and feet. Their shirts were stripped off, and iron collars with sharp teeth on the inside were placed around their necks. The collars were connected to iron chains driven into their ribs, causing them to look like vultures.

If you bend your head and body like that, you will tighten the spike at the end of the chain and injure the organs under your ribs.

Although they were prisoners, they looked at Bai with the same indifference, as if they were used to all this.

Everyone is waiting for Bai to speak. Although the drowning torture method is primitive, it has always been very effective.

"I'm talking about you."

The two-handed sword chuunin pinched Shiro's chin hard, and in his eyes there was the pleasure of a great revenge being avenged, or a villain's success being more appropriate: "When you bossed me around in the name of Zabuza Momochi yesterday, did you ever think about what would happen today?

?I really didn’t expect that retribution would come so quickly.”

"Don't talk nonsense."

Yuan Zhenyi was a little impatient.

He didn't mind if his subordinates used "official business" to seek personal revenge, but now was not the time to do such a thing.

"Forget it, get out of the way and I'll ask him personally."

"Yes, yes." The two-handed sword chunin quickly changed his face and backed away in fear.

Yuan Zhen squatted down, his eyes indifferent as if looking at a stone on the side of the road.

"I understand that you don't want to tell Zabuza and Terumi Meiyuki's private plans, because you are afraid that if you tell them, they will be in danger. It doesn't matter, I know you are close, and since you don't want to tell me, I will

No more questions."

When Bai heard this, his mood did not improve at all. His chest was still rising and falling violently, and he breathed air with pain.

Because he knows that all the words before the transition word "but" are all nonsense.

"Then let's talk about another thing. In this election, it is impossible for Mizukage to win with Momochi Zabuza's withdrawn character who thinks highly of himself. Even if you are just a follower who blindly worships him, you should understand this.

.”

Bai didn't respond, but he didn't refute either.

The election depends on the votes of the Jonin, which is determined by the interpersonal relationship between the candidate and the Jonin.

And Zabuza, who killed all the graduates in the same period, is definitely a person that everyone in Kirigakure Village avoids.

Although Zabuza himself is very optimistic, Haku, as an outsider, is much more sober.

"But even so, there are still Jonin in the village who are willing to vote for him. I think since these people cannot be Zabuza's friends, they must have been threatened by him for other reasons."

Genzhen paused, "So I want you to tell me, who are these Jonin? What clues have fallen into Zabuza's hands? As long as you reveal this to me, I will let you go. Do you understand?

, even if this information is told to me, it will not put Zabuza in any danger, it will only make his defeat in the election more ugly, but it will not change anything essentially."

"Do you want to rely on these excuses to make the Jonin who supports Zabuza-sama turn to support you?"

Shiro saw through Yuan Zhenyi's thoughts at a glance.

"To be precise, I asked them to support my brother, who is the candidate."

Yuan Zhen smiled stiffly, "How about it? This is not critical information. Once you tell me, you can leave."

"..." Bai thought for a while and finally made a decision.

"just kill me."

The bond between him and Zabuza could not tolerate such filth.

"Tsk."

Yuan Zhenyi sighed and pursed his lips impatiently.

He didn't waste much time, glanced at the middle-aged ninja who was twisting Bai's arms, and shook his finger.

The latter immediately understood and freed up one hand to repeat the same trick, pushing Bai's head into the water.

But the binding force of one hand is far less reliable than that of two hands.

Bai took advantage of the restraint strength to weaken, broke free of his hands from the middle-aged ninja, and pressed his palms against the water surface, freezing a large piece of ice.

He bit his neck with force, and his pale face hit the white ice hard.

However, the distance of the impact was still too short. Bai only broke his nose this time, and bright red nosebleeds flowed on the ice, like a tiny forked river, but his forehead was not broken.

Only then did the middle-aged ninja react and quickly grabbed Bai's arms and pulled them hard from behind.

With a crisp sound, Bai's two arms hung down softly like caterpillars. It was obvious that they were dislocated and could no longer use his blood inheritance limit.

"Want to commit suicide?"

Yuan Zhenyi's tone was full of ridicule, "It's a pity that you didn't hit hard enough. Without this kind of ruthlessness, there is no way to survive in this village."

"You can't ask anything..."

Bai's cheeks were weakly pressed against the ice, his torso remained in an awkward position lying on his side, and his voice was weak but decisive.

"I have received anti-torture training, and I know all your methods...Whether you pull out my nails or chop off my fingers, I won't say anything."

"I believe you." Yuan Zhen pressed his index finger between his eyebrows, obviously a little depressed, "If I had known that I would bring an illusion helper here, what should I do now..."

At this time, the two-handed sword ninja looked behind Shiro.

There was a broken tea cup there. The milky white banyan sap had soaked into the soil and turned into a turbid and dirty brown-grey color.

In addition, there were all kinds of common herbs scattered around, and it was obvious at a glance that they were used to treat injuries. This reminded him of something.

"Master Zhenyi, look at these herbs, they are obviously prepared for the injured!"

The two-handed sword ninja's eyes shone like a gambler seeing the chips on the table, "Yesterday he used Zabuza's name to deceive us, just for two brats. One of the brats said he fell from the mountain and suffered a lot.
To be continued...