Escape

"Damn it, why is he only chasing after me?! This is infuriating!!!"

The pitiful wails echoed in the rain, but they garnered no sympathy whatsoever, only the curses of the pursuers behind them.

Heavy rain, treacherous mountains.

The shadowy figures moved swiftly through the ravines, climbing mountains and wading through rivers as if on flat ground. Even after traveling for half a day, they showed no signs of fatigue.

In the Land of Rain, it is difficult to distinguish between day and night. Even at noon, the sky is as dark as dusk. Often, the surrounding area is swallowed up by darkness without anyone noticing. The world is pitch black, without a trace of moonlight or starlight. It is truly pitch black, with a blackness deeper than the thickest ink.

The darkness posed a significant obstacle to the pursuers; it wasn't completely dark yet, but once night truly fell, they would find it nearly impossible to move.

Therefore, the target must be captured before nightfall.

"Is this kid an animal? Doesn't he get tired? My legs are almost crippled from running, and this brat isn't even slowing down." The Sand Ninja was panting heavily like an ox.

The Sand Ninja chasing Katsuki were now as black as the bottom of a pot. After marching at full speed for half a day, they were starting to feel exhausted. However, Katsuki ahead of them was still as light as a swallow, and the treacherous terrain could not delay his progress for even a moment.

Things always take unexpected, unpredictable, and convoluted turns!

It only takes a moment to go from heaven to hell. In the past, Katsuki had only interpreted similar words with the mindset of an observer. Today, however, he deeply understood what it meant to be as lost and bewildered as a stray dog.

Just half a day ago, he was still planning to ambush the Sand Ninja pursuers with great interest. However, after Kumasaburo took control of the battle with absolute power, all he could think about was running away. But as he ran, he discovered something: damn it, these Sand Ninja were only chasing him. Nawaki and Otome were completely ignored.

Upon discovering this situation, Katsuki immediately parted ways with Otome and the Otome, and fled in a different direction with her tail following behind.

This doesn't mean he has a noble spirit of selflessness; frankly, he's not that great. He cherishes his second life, but he dislikes burdening others because of himself, as it would make him feel deeply guilty. He fears nothing more than owing favors, and he would never allow others to be in danger because of him unless absolutely necessary, especially when the other party is an acquaintance.

Aside from not wanting to be a burden to others, the reason why Katsuki dared to lure away the pursuers alone was that he had enough confidence in his ability to survive.

As for the Hito Hito no Mi... well, whether you want to admit it or not, while the Hito Hito no Mi has potential, the process of transforming that potential into real power is exceptionally tortuous, complex, and lengthy.

Without any immediate and remarkable results, years of painstaking effort have only resulted in a stronger ability to survive. It's hard to believe he's not anxious. However, the Hito Hito no Mi is truly giving him a headache. Strengthening the body is not something that can be achieved overnight, and the effects will not be noticeable until a long time has passed. Even if he is stronger than a human now... it's still very limited.

In conclusion, the Hito Hito no Mi lacks the means to kill enemies. Even if it has a thousand benefits and countless uses in the future, it still has to return to the present and face the existing problem, which is the lack of a strong and powerful means of attack.

I have learned quite a bit of Katsuki powerful Ninjutsu, and although I cannot yet fully master the use of Shadow Clone, I can still use them flexibly.

However, this can only help him become a minor expert, perhaps outstanding among Chunin, and he is not afraid even when facing Special Jonin. However, the man-eating beast of war never treats its food fairly. Genin hunt Chunin, Jonin hunt Chunin, soldiers fight soldiers, and generals fight generals. Such good things only happen in novels.

Katsuki is currently being hunted down by an elite Jonin leads a team of Special Jonin and Chunin. Faced with such a formidable force, Katsuki has no choice but to run away.

Although the Hito Hito no Mi Fruit has not yet been developed into a means of killing enemies, its ability to save lives has certainly not disappointed him.

Ninjas possess top-notch physical strength; a forced march of dozens of kilometers is generally a piece of cake for them.

However, this time the Sand Ninja truly witnessed what endurance was. In the torrential rain, they moved swiftly through the Yamanaka, running like wild horses for half a day without stopping, seemingly without feeling any fatigue. Because of the complex terrain and the torrential rain, the Sand Ninja were almost exhausted.

"That's it, the Uzumaki Clan, definitely the Uzumaki Clan. Such freakish stamina, just as described in the documents, a life force comparable to that of Tailed Beast, resulting in an incredibly long lifespan, superhuman strength, and almost limitless Chakra... My darling!!"

Kumasaburo's breathing became heavier, but unlike his men who were exhausted and their legs were weak, he was purely indulging in a mental high.

Looking at their leader's unwavering gaze, the Sand Ninja shrank back in fear. Hadn't they heard that Lord Kumasaburo was into men? Why did he look so desperately thirsty today? Several Sand Ninja who thought they were good-looking suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, and their steps faltered.

Because he was too focused on Katsuki move, he didn't notice the strange expressions on his subordinates' faces until their disordered steps broke the rhythm of their pursuit, causing him to frown.

The words of reprimand were already on his lips, but when Kumasaburo noticed the tired looks on his men's faces, he realized that this half-day of tracking had indeed been far more strenuous than ordinary travel. It was commendable that they had managed to persevere this far. Although Kumasaburo had a sharp tongue, he was not the kind of person who was unreasonable.

He sighed inwardly. He had originally intended to capture Katsuki alive without causing any harm, otherwise why would he have delayed for half a day?

However, upon closer examination, he realized he had misunderstood. Competing with the Uzumaki Clan in endurance was not a wise move. Seeing his subordinates, who were almost out of breath from exhaustion, he made a snap decision, opened his Iron Fan's fan with a loud crack, and knew he couldn't delay any longer; it was time to use force.

Although he was running for his life, Katsuki still kept an eye on the pursuers' movements, especially Kumasaburo, a Jonin who wore a large white turban, had a big beard, and wielded a huge heavy weapon (Iron Fan). This man put immense pressure Jonin Mizuki. He tried every possible way to escape, but he was always firmly suppressed by Kuma Saburo, like a caged bird, unable to be free.

As nearly a hundred Shadow Clone were used as cover, attempting to let the main body escape, Kumasaburo simply swung his fan, and the howling storm swept away all his Shadow Clone in one blow.

At that moment, Katsuki almost couldn't help but curse out loud. "Damn it, this is too much! A dignified elite Jonin dealing with a nobody like him, with a whole bunch of subordinates! How can anyone survive this? There's no way we can have a good time!" He flicked his sleeve, wiped his face, and took off running again, continuing to run until now.