This Ninja Is Obviously Not Strong but Really Hard to Kill

Chapter 51: The Evildoers Have Their Own Grinders

To be honest, the task of Konoha beating a hundred people was not difficult.

It was only because the place where Aoba lived now was in the Commoners District, and the figures of the naughty children could be seen everywhere in the Commoners District.

Moreover, the naughty children in the Commoners District were relatively easy to deal with. The proportion of the families here preparing to send children to Ninja Academy was actually not high because becoming a ninja meant participating in the war, which meant danger and death.

In addition, the huge cost needed to train a ninja was something that ordinary civilian families could not afford.

Unlike the ninja families in Konoha, they had already completed their pre-school education before their child entered Academy and even learned some secret techniques exclusive to the family.

This also meant that there were many disobedient children in the commoner district, and they were wild and full of fighting strength!

It was truly the best choice to complete the mission!

But the problem was, if Aoba hit someone else's child, what would happen if their parents came knocking on his door?

He couldn't possibly beat up their parents, too, right?

Not to mention the issue of whether they could win or not, it was normal for children to fight amongst themselves, and they wouldn't make a big deal out of it no matter what.

However, if he even beat up the parents who came to reason with him, it would become a matter of public security. At that time, Mikawa would spit wildly, and he might even get beaten up!

Therefore, the plan that Aoba came up with after thinking hard was to drop the black hand and shoot the gun secretly!

For this reason, he especially spent time buying a mask, conducting a certain degree of DIY himself, and trimming a black robe for himself.

Although his craftsmanship was not very good, he could only use it.

"Naughty children, your end is here. Ah ---HIA ---HIA ---HIA ---HIA ---"

After secretly changing into the disguise he had prepared in the alley, Aoba let out an extremely horrifying wild laugh.

....

The seven-year-old Takeshi Gouda was the 'child king' of the commoner district, or rather, 'bully'.

Because he had a butcher father, he did not need to worry about food and drink. His body size also grew very quickly. It could be said that he had a broad body and a fat body. In addition, he had a fierce face. He looked very much like his father.

Takeshi relied on his size advantage, as well as a lot of pocket money more than ordinary children to successfully occupy this area. Not only did he take in more than a dozen younger kids, but he also bullied people every day and even extorted money.

The children nearby all dared to be angry, but they did not dare to say anything. Anyone who dared to tell their parents would be bullied by them even more.

And even if there were angry parents who found their home, his butcher father, who doted on his children very much, would stand at the door with a butcher knife.

At the same time, he scared away all the people who came to him.

In this kind of education and cognition, Takeshi was naturally more unscrupulous and did whatever he wanted.

Wherever he went, all the children had to pay him a certain amount of pocket money as a protection fee. Otherwise, they would never come out to play and just stay at home.

Looking at the frightened eyes of the children around him, Takeshi was very proud. He led four or five little kids to swagger around the city.

"Hey, that little mushroom over there, did you pay the protection fee today?" Takeshi Gouda picked his nose as he arrogantly called over a thin and weak little boy with a mushroom head.

"Boss Takeshi, today... I have already handed it over." The little boy with a mushroom head said weakly. As for the title of Boss, it was all because Takeshi liked to be addressed in this way, which made him feel more accomplished.

"Oh, what about yesterday?"

"Yesterday? I was at home yesterday and didn't come out!" The mushroom head boy was anxious!

"Ah, you don't have to hand it over if you don't come out? It's fine if you don't hand it over. In the future, don't leave the house, or don't let me see you again. Choose by yourself."

"..."

Takeshi Gouda looked down at the little bean in front of him with disdain. In fact, the children in this area had been exploited by him a little too much so that when they could not go out, they would not come out or quietly run to the house to play.

This action undoubtedly caused Takeshi Gouda's income to be greatly reduced. He was used to spending big money. How could he be willing!

And this little mushroom head boy was just the chicken he chose to kill; the chicken to warn the monkeys.

"But... I really don't have money."

Pa!

Fat Tiger slapped him and then looked around fiercely. Seeing that no one dared to look him in the eye, he stepped on him and said fiercely, "The rules of collecting protection money will be changed. Once you pay, you can do whatever you want at home. But if you don't pay, this is the end!"

"Beat him up!"

As Takeshi waved his hand, a few of his lackeys who followed behind him immediately walked out eagerly.

Anyway, it was just a 'fight' between children. Moreover, they had a sense of propriety in their actions. They would not hit their faces unless they had to. In this way, there would be a saying even if they were found.

The mushroom head boy immediately curled up on the ground without a word. He covered his head with both hands, ready to accept the next 'lesson'.

But at this critical moment, a figure quickly rushed over. Before the fat tiger could react, he let out a scream, instantly covered his face, and fell to the ground.

"You are..."

"I am your father!"

The person who came wore a strange smiling mask and a black robe that did not fit him. He did not listen to what the other party said. He rushed into the crowd and began to crush them unilaterally!

Including the five little kids brought by Takeshi, there were only six people, and they were all ordinary children.

In addition, the biggest threat, Takeshi Gouda, was directly kicked in the face by Aoba with a 'windmill'. Until now, he still couldn't get up, so the remaining people were even more not a match for him.

Moreover, Aoba's fighting style was hitting the face but not the butt!

Therefore, these brats were unlucky, and soon they were beaten black and blue, unable to stand up again.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me!"

At this time, Takeshi Gouda finally got up from the ground. His face was swollen, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Come here. Daddy loves you!"

Takeshi looked at the comical 'mysterious man' in front of him and hooked his finger at him provocatively. He could no longer hold back his anger and immediately rushed over like a wild boar!

After all, in his opinion, he had only suffered from a sneak attack!

The other party was not as tall as him, nor was he as strong as him, so why could he not win!

Facing the fat tiger that was charging over, Aoba's face under the mask was very calm. He only retreated slightly the moment the other party rushed over, blocking lightly with his hand, and then extended a foot.

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