Capítulo 79: Chp-79: When the Sneaky Master Hits the Battlefield
In the hilly regions near the Land of Rain, the terrain was flat, the air humid, and the highest and lowest points differed by only about a hundred meters.
Standing on a high ground, one could see a vast expanse of ninja forces charging from two directions. One group wore green ninja uniforms with red spiral symbols on their backs, while the other group wore white headbands to shield against the Sand and dressed in yellow-brown uniforms. Leading the charge for the latter group was a ninja wielding a giant fan.
The two forces, like two different coloured torrents, were about to crash into each other.
Orochimaru stood on a hilltop, overlooking the entire battlefield, taking in all the action.
"Report! The enemy leader is the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, accompanied by Chiyo," announced a sensory ninja beside him, eyes closed, conveying the information.
Orochimaru's eyes glinted with sharpness. The Fourth Kazekage and Chiyo were among the top-tier fighters of the Sand Village, indicating that nearly all of Sand's elite forces were present on the front lines. Only the Jinchūriki had not been deployed.
Understanding the threat posed by Satoru's bow and arrow techniques, the Sand forces seemed unwilling to delay further.
Orochimaru smiled slightly. With such a large ninja deployment, there was no way to conceal it, and he had no intention of using stealth tactics.
Taking a deep breath, he stood at the top of the hill and let out a raspy shout, "Attack!"
His voice rippled through the air, quickly spreading across the battlefield. The Konoha ninjas' blood surged, and they responded with hoarse roars, like the cries of countless fierce beasts echoing in the hills.
Rasa, seeing this, took a deep breath. No matter what, their morale could not falter.
"Attack!" he shouted.
The Sand ninjas, as if invigorated, also let out a series of roars.
The two coloured torrents clashed.
"Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu!" The Konoha ninjas in the front formed a line, their hands moving swiftly to weave seals, and fire chakra surged.
Countless red fire serpents spewed from their mouths, merging into a massive wall of flames that roared towards the Sand ninjas.
The Sand ninjas seemed prepared. The frontline ninjas wielding giant fans simultaneously swung them, shouting, "Wind Style: Wind Cutter Barrage!"
Numerous sharp wind blades swept out from their fans, merging into a massive wind blade formation, rushing towards the wall of flames.
Boom!
The wind and fire clashed violently, ultimately resulting in mutual destruction. The firewall and wind formation simultaneously shattered into countless sparks, scattering across the battlefield.
Seeing that the wind blades had blocked the Konoha fire jutsu, Rasa sighed in relief. It was well-known that fire countered wind, and they always needed more ninjas to counter Konoha's fire techniques. Fortunately, he had prepared the battlefield near the Land of Rain, where the humid air could weaken fire techniques, making this advantage less pronounced.
Amidst the falling fire remnants, the two torrents roared and crashed into each other.
Clang!
A Konoha ninja, holding a kunai, clashed with a Sand ninja. With the sound of metal clashing and sparks flying, he kicked the Sand ninja away and quickly threw a kunai, striking the Sand ninja's throat.
Before he could celebrate, he felt a shock as a puppet stabbed a blade through his chest from behind...
Satoru Hyuga moved through the midsection of the battlefield like a ghost, untouched by any enemy. Any kunai thrown at him inexplicably changed direction, striking down nearby Sand ninjas instead.
As the battle unfolded, it was typically soldier against soldier, general against general, and leader against leader. Yet, Satoru roamed freely, slaughtering the rank-and-file.
And his kills were terrifying and bizarre. Often, a Sand ninja who noticed him would throw a kunai, only for it to veer back and kill its thrower.
Satoru sighed. For now, the top-tier Sand ninjas were occupied, so he focused on decimating the regular forces. The more Sand ninjas he killed, the higher Konoha's chances of victory.
He glanced at Uchiha Rin fighting not far away. Despite advising her not to join the frontline, she was eager to fight, so he stayed nearby. On such a brutal battlefield, stray kunai could pose a significant threat, so he ensured the Sand ninjas protected her with their bodies.
"That kid is strange!" a Sand jounin noticed Satoru, his face serious. While the Sand Village specialized in magnetic jutsu, none of their users could casually make kunai spin and fly. He suspected Satoru used a unique secret technique.
Deciding against throwing his kunai, he circled behind Satoru, intending to ambush him. But just as he got within ten meters, his grip slipped, and the kunai plunged into his throat. Gurgling, he tried to warn his comrades, "It's magne—" but the kunai twisted, cutting him off. He fell backwards, lifeless.
"Did you really think you could ambush me?" Satoru sneered. His Byakugan saw every movement around him. If he wished, he could summon dozens of magnetic flying swords, cosplaying as a sword-wielding hero and wreaking havoc. But that would draw too much attention from the Sand Village's elite, making his covert kills harder.
For now, using kunai and shuriken as makeshift flying swords would suffice, avoiding unwanted scrutiny.
Meanwhile, the Konoha ninjas found the battle increasingly eerie. Sand ninjas around them fell inexplicably, often with multiple kunai and shuriken embedded in them.
"Terrifying... what kind of power is this?" they whispered. While the Sand ninjas were bewildered and frightened, the Konoha ninjas knew of Satoru's dual kekkei genkai and magnetic control. But they'd never imagined it could be so deadly. To them, Satoru was a living weapon.
Uchiha Rin glanced at Satoru, who seemed to move leisurely yet deadly, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude. Though she tried to prove herself, Satoru's invisible protection kept her safe. Any formidable foe nearing her mysteriously collapsed, a kunai in their head.
"Such a busybody," she muttered, though her tone was tinged with affection.
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