I created the Twelve Ghost Moons in Naruto

"Sure enough, have the ninjas of Grass Hidden Village been fighting with someone recently?"

Momiji thought as she walked, and felt that this was indeed a good time to do it.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, if you want to quickly control the grass, you must do something to the high-level of the grass.

If his investigation was correct, the top of Caoyin Village should be composed of a leader and four elders now.

During the day, he could find a way to catch them all, but unfortunately he could only be active at night. Now I can only visit them one by one.

The strength of the ninjas in Caoyin Village is not strong, there are only a handful of ninjas at the upper ninja level, and there are even more internal disputes to count.

The fact that they are still alive and well now is almost entirely due to their diplomatic skills.

The leaders and elders of Kusakure have a high status, and they can find their place of residence by simply asking the ninjas of Kusakure Village by unconventional means.

"Let's deal with the Grass Hidden Leader first."

Momiji stopped and looked up at the street lamp overhead, attracted by the light, and many flying insects gathered under the street lamp.

No matter how you think about it, this leader, who has the strongest strength and the highest status in the village, is too much of a hindrance.

As long as there is no backbone, the remaining ninjas will only collapse.

"So, let me see where the leader of Caoyin Village usually lives."

"Blood Demon Magic, Blood Thorn."

The Blood Thorns sneaked into the ground under the control of the red leaves, and spread wildly under the ground of Caoyin Village through a thick layer of soil, and they would not stop unless they covered the entire Caoyin Village.

Using the Blood Thorns underground, he was able to easily grasp the movements of everyone in Caoyin Village.

......

"The moon tonight is really round."

As the current head of Caoyin Village, Masayoshi Tanaka sat in the courtyard admiring the moonlight with a delicate wine glass in his hand.

At this point in time, it is time for the vast majority of people to go to bed.

But as the head of a village, it is not uncommon for him to be busy late at night. It was not easy to get a chance to see this kind of moonlight once, and he didn't want to rest so soon.

Not only the body needs to relax, but also the mind.

Sitting here drinking and admiring the moon is exactly how he relaxes his mind.

"Xiu and that guy have been looking for trouble again lately, really, do you want to pull me down from this position so much?"

"It's clear that we're in a period of war now."

He grumbled to himself.

Their Kusakure's combat effectiveness is really worrying, and any ninja clan in a nearby big country can make them do their best to deal with it.

Now he can relax so leisurely, purely because the war has just begun, and the situation has not developed so seriously.

"That's why I have to take advantage of this opportunity to relax."

Masashi Tanaka drank all the wine in the glass, and without looking, he reached for the bottle beside him.

"Ahh

There was pain in his fingertips, and he screamed and hurriedly withdrew his right hand.

When I looked down, I saw that something had been stabbed on my finger, and a small hole appeared on it.

Strangely, it didn't immediately spill blood.

Turning his head to look at the place where the wine bottle had been placed, there was an extra string of slender thorns there, blocking the wine bottle placed there.

Just now he stretched out his hand, probably stabbed by this thorn that came out of nowhere.

"Thorns?"

Tanaka Masashi frowned, and suddenly became alert.

Although the thorn looks like a normal plant, the sudden appearance of the thorn is telling.

As the leader of Kusakure, he has higher authority and access to more information that ordinary ninjas can't.

In my impression, it seems that there is such a ninja who is suspected of manipulating thorns.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the ninja bag on his waist, but only touched a piece of air.

'Oops, forget I've already removed the ninja bag!'

Shocked by his heart, Masanori Tanaka threw the wine glass in his hand and turned around and ran towards the house.

Outside the house, Momiji stood on the street, looking at this small villa, which was obviously much more luxurious than ordinary houses, and got feedback from Blood Thorns.

"Sure enough, it's here."

Once he had identified his target, he strode over to the windowed side, then leaped slightly.

"Bang Dang!!"

The glass shattered instantly, and the red leaves teleported into the glass, and entered the house steadily, turning his head to look, just in front of Uedanaka Masatoshi's eyes with a hint of horror.

"Enemy..."

The word 'enemy attack' almost blurted out, but before he could shout the second word, Momiji suddenly strode on the floor, reached out to cover his mouth, and pressed him to the ground.

"Enemy Attack !!"

Another identical voice rang out from behind him, and it resounded through the sky.

The surrounding residents turned on the lights one after another, and they were all alarmed by his loud roar. It was only a matter of time before support was expected.

Momiji turned around and found another Masayori Tanaka standing behind him.

"Bang!"

The Tanaka Masanori under him suddenly turned into white smoke and dissipated.

Shadow clones?

He was not surprised, if the leader of the grass was subdued by him so easily, then he would have to doubt the authenticity of the other party.

The alarm was sounded by the enemy, but Momiji was still unhurried, as long as he dealt with the ninja in front of him within the time limit, then the other party's behavior was just helping him gather prey.

"You don't mind your home being reduced to ruins, do you?"

Momiji said this, and stood there and looked at him quietly.

"Don't bluff here, I don't know where you got the confidence to attack me."

Masashi Tanaka had inexplicable palpitations, and his two eyes kept looking around while his mouth was not lost, observing the possible attack.

It's just that he obviously missed a point.

The giant blood thorns that entwined with each other to form a sharp cone instantly pierced the ground and stabbed from below.

"Shh

Masatoshi Tanaka is also the head of the village, and his reflexes are amazing, and he barely dodges a sharp cone that is enough to pierce him with a jump.

But in the face of the dense spikes on it, he was not so lucky.

While dodging, his body was inevitably drawn with a few not deep wounds.

He immediately stabilized his figure, and looked in the direction of Momiji while holding the seal in his hand.

"Tu Dun... What about people?

Momiji's place where he was standing was empty, and when he looked around, he couldn't find his trademark red hair.

The other party just let go of such cruel words, and he would never flee after a move, and now he must be ambushed somewhere, planning something.

"Damn, aren't those dry guys here yet?"

At such times, Masayoshi Tanaka rarely missed his dear subordinates.

With the experience of the past, Tanaka Masashi also added the ground to the scope of observation, and dodged the few bloody thorns that quietly poked out of the ground and wanted to entangle his legs.

Dense thorns pry open the floor and spread from below to the ground, some are thin and don't look threatening, while others are as thick as tree trunks.

He could have burned all these damn thorns on the ground with a single fire, but...

This TM is his home!

Burning thorns means setting fire to your own home! Everything here will be engulfed in flames!

If you wait, delay a little longer, and wait for the help to arrive, you can easily capture this uninvited guest.

"Got you."

While Masashi Tanaka was fiercely struggling with his thoughts, Momiji's voice came from behind him.

There seemed to be a lightning bolt in Tanaka's mind, and the upper body of the whole person leaned forward, his body gradually flipped, and his other leg kicked back!

Kick in the air?!

No touch came.

Tanaka Masatoshi looked at the slender thorn that appeared inexplicably behind him with a blood-red strange flower, and fear flashed in his eyes.