章 118: Chp-118: Mission Accomplished
In the air, the barrel of the sniper rifle continued to emit flashes of lightning.
Each of those sniper shots seemed to hit not just the air but the hearts of the Iwa ninjas on the battlefield.
Clearly, not only Kitsuchi but many other Iwa ninjas recognized Hyuga Satoru.
The mysterious figure who caused them immense mental trauma at the beginning of the war was the same person who had used a giant metal mech to pummel the Five Tails and defeat Roshi in the last battle—Hyuga Satoru.
As the two figures overlapped, a chill ran down their spines.
Jiraiya, noticing the direction Satoru's sniper rifle was aimed at, paused and looked back.
"That... isn't that where our camp is?"
"Could it be..."
From here, the Konoha camp was just a black dot in the distance, with faint plumes of black smoke rising from it.
"Damn it! No wonder they launched a sudden attack. Those Iwa scumbags..."
Upon realizing Iwa's scheme, Jiraiya's fury ignited, and he wished he could fly back to the camp immediately.
His attacks intensified, overwhelming the surrounding Jonin.
In the middle of the battlefield, a massive fissure left behind remnants of molten lava. A hand suddenly emerged, pressing against the ground, struggling to lift the body it supported.
Roshi looked miserable.
Sitting on the ground, he gasped for breath.
His body still had remnants of molten armour. His chest was exposed, bleeding profusely.
"That was close! If the Four-Tails hadn't lent me all its power, this time I would've..."
Muttering to himself with lingering fear, Roshi's eyes still showed a hint of terror.
Satoru's attack had nearly obliterated all his defences.
Fortunately, with the Four-Tails' power, he had created enough space beneath the ground to buffer the attack's damage.
Otherwise, he might have met his end here.
"They must have started their operation by now. As long as they succeed, my efforts will be worth it..."
Thinking this, Roshi felt a bit less oppressed.
At that moment, a sudden sonic boom shattered all his thoughts.
He looked up, his eyes trembling.
"How... damn it!"
...
In the Konoha camp.
The Iwa demolition team had fallen into chaos.
Their explosive clay projectiles were continually intercepted by sudden flashes of blue light, emitting massive arcs of electricity that neutralized all the bombs.
The demolition team's primary attack method was effectively nullified.
Even attempts at self-detonation to take down Konoha ninjas were thwarted by precise blue flashes that ended their lives before they could act.
Their last shred of dignity was stripped away.
This left Kitsuchi feeling humiliated. As Iwa's elite demolition team, this was the first time they felt so powerless.
"Retreat! We can't all die here!"
"Retreat now!"
Kitsuchi frantically ordered.
Under the seemingly magical sniper fire, the demolition team had lost nearly half its members.
The already sparse ranks of the demolition team were further thinned.
As Iwa's elite unit, each demolition team member required far more resources to train than a regular jonin.
Moreover, not just anyone could join; they had to pass rigorous selection processes.
This resulted in the demolition team's limited numbers.
Even with Iwa's best efforts, the team never numbered more than twenty.
Now, about half lay on the ground.
Kitsuchi was desperate.
Really desperate.
Not to mention, the mission was incomplete; even if it were, such losses would still earn him severe punishment from Ōnoki.
Some team members tried to burrow underground.
But it was futile.
With Satoru's all-seeing Byakugan and precise sniping, a single flash of blue light could easily penetrate the earth and strike them down.
One by one, the demolition team members fell while trying to escape.
In front of tents, their bodies were consumed by flames or embedded in the earth...
This relentless slaughter continually assaulted Kitsuchi's mind, filling him with a sense of helplessness and sorrow.
It's over...
Completely over...
Their enemy had no intention of sparing them.
Every demolition team member's movements were clearly perceived, making them helpless targets.
Kitsuchi suddenly regretted undertaking this mission.
The demolition team seemed destined to be wiped out.
A surge of destructive rage filled his heart.
Explosive chakra gathered in his right hand, and Kitsuchi prepared to detonate.
Tears filled his eyes as he imagined Iwa's future glory after winning the war.
"Lord Tsuchikage, Kitsuchi-san, I've completed the mission!"
A blue flash exploded in his chest, extinguishing the violent chakra.
His body fell, twitching with residual lightning as if mocking his foolishness.
Several kilometres away, Satoru rolled his eyes in the sky.
"Really? If you're going to self-destruct, just do it without the dramatic monologue."
"Who do you think you are, some tragic hero?"
With Kitsuchi's death, the Iwa demolition team was annihilated.
Their covert operation against the Konoha camp ended in a tragic failure.
Satoru lowered his sniper rifle, hovering in the sky, looking down on the battlefield.
A chill spread among the Iwa ninjas.
Although they didn't know Satoru's target, it was clear he was done sniping.
Next, it would be their turn.
Under this terrifying pressure, fear rose uncontrollably.
"Damn it!"
Kitsuchi gritted his teeth.
His heart felt like it was gripped by a giant hand.
Satoru had stopped sniping.
There was only one explanation: the demolition team had failed, making further attacks unnecessary.
A sense of sorrow and regret filled his heart.
Kitsuchi knew they had lost this battle again.
The extent of the demolition team's losses was unknown, but based on the scouts' findings, it was significant.
"Father, you still underestimated him..."
He sighed inwardly, gazing at the figure in the sky.
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