Makita Kiyotaka's Battle
"Ding ding."
One by one, the Shuriken pierced the bluestone, sending up scattered sparks, which were quickly extinguished by the falling rain.
In the misty drizzle, figures crisscrossed, weapons such as Kunai and short swords clashing incessantly, producing a piercing scraping sound. Every now and then, a figure would fall to the ground with a short scream, hot blood mingling with the rainwater, staining patches of land red.
Life is so fragile!
Orochimaru sighed deeply. One after another, the small gray-brown snakes tightened like iron pincers. The Iwa ninja who had been struggling desperately just moments before Stone Ninja his arms fall limply to his sides, his eyes bulging out, and he died with his eyes wide open.
"It's really ugly!"
With a disdainful raise of his eyebrows, Orochimaru casually tossed the Stone Ninja, who weighed over 100 kilograms, away as if discarding a large piece of trash. The small snakes quickly slithered back into his somewhat narrow sleeve.
"It's a bit narrow... it's not very convenient to move around in, and I hate uniforms."
Orochimaru's definition of clothing that allows for easy movement seems to differ from that of ordinary people; he doesn't particularly like the standard attire of Konoha Jonin.
Orochimaru strolled leisurely across the battlefield, as carefree as if taking an afternoon walk in his own garden. Although his steps seemed slow, he always appeared in front of people very quickly. The distance on the ground seemed to shorten a lot under his feet, and behind Orochimaru, the corpses of Sand Ninja and Stone Ninja were piled up on the road.
The passage was like a journey to hell, and everyone who died at Orochimaru's hands wore an expression of extreme pain.
"Gurgle!"
Swallowing hard, the middle-aged ninja stared at Orochimaru's retreating figure, his gray-brown eyes filled with awe.
"Fortunately, Lord Orochimaru is one of our own."
Suddenly, someone spoke up.
Upon hearing this, everyone subconsciously nodded. That's right. Fortunately, Lord Orochimaru is one of their own, otherwise... fighting against such an enemy would mean not even a quick death. That's the most terrifying thing. Didn't you see that the Sand Ninja and Stone Ninja have already started circling around Orochimaru?
Wherever Orochimaru went, the Sand and Stone Ninja would retreat in droves. However, there were always those who were slow or who were held back by others, looking at Orochimaru with despair, their expressions as if they had seen hell.
"Stop talking nonsense and get into defensive formation! The Sand and Stone Ninjas aren't going to retreat so easily!"
Some people were the first to come to their senses and immediately started shouting, directing everyone to fight the Sand Ninja and Stone Ninja.
"Um?"
Orochimaru suddenly stopped, and a series of small snakes pulled the Sand Ninja under his hand. With a twist of his palm, he snapped the lucky ninja's neck, sparing him the agony of death.
"This is... such a sweltering atmosphere." Orochimaru turned his head to look towards the west of Black Tail Mountain, the place he had come from. Something new seemed to have appeared there. "However... it seems I won't be able to spare any attention for now."
Suddenly, a burly man, two meters tall, appeared twenty meters in front of Orochimaru, his murderous aura surging like a tidal wave!
"This will take some time!"
Orochimaru licked his lips, his golden vertical pupils gleaming with excitement, as if he had spotted a prey he desired.
Around the same time.
On Black Tail Mountain, Makita frowned as well.
He didn't have Orochimaru's keen senses, but he had a squad of sensory ninja under his command, allowing him to keep track of every change on the battlefield.
"Senior Makita is the Jinchuriki the Four-Tails. I've read his information; he's said to be a very powerful old man, a strongman from the same era as the Third Tsuchikage." A ray of light flew back into Dan Katō's body, and then the information poured out like a machine gun.
The Spirit Transformation Technique is incredibly difficult to defend against when it comes to killing, and it is equally sharp at gathering intelligence. The soul can fly through the air and disappear into the ground almost without any hindrance, and its speed is astonishing.
While fighting the enemy, he didn't forget to keep an eye on Kushina's battle.
"... So those bastards from Stone Ninja finally made their move? The Four-Tails Jinchuriki... tch, I see." Makita frowned, his mood extremely foul.
This was the worst possible scenario he had envisioned!
"Cut it off! Go all out! Kill those dirt rats underground! Don't let a single one of them crawl out alive!" Makita was also furious. Things had gotten this far, and he felt much more relaxed. How much worse could the situation get? "You dirt-eating rats, you sand-gnawing turban-wearing bastards, I'm going to fight you! If you want to crush my bones, I'll spit blood all over your mouth first!!"
"Sensory ninjas, coordinate with Earth Release ninjas! Aim at those rats on the ground and kill them all!"
"... Third Squadron, go to support the northern battlefield. Spread out and be wary of wide-area attacks using Earth Release is a type of magic that allows one to escape through obstacles)."
"What are these idiots doing? Tell them to stop those turban-wearing bastards! Don't let a single one of them set foot on Black Tail Mountain until they're all dead!!"
Makita roared with boundless energy, issuing orders through the Yamanaka Clan's sensory ninjas, directing thousands in battle.
The sensory ninjas relayed orders rapidly, too busy to even wipe the spittle splattered on their commander's face. However, despite this, the atmosphere in the command center suddenly came alive. The staff officers reported the situation at lightning speed, and the messengers relayed orders crisply, creating a sense of reassurance in everyone's hearts.
The roaring Makita was far more energetic than the calm and collected Makita, and his emotions unconsciously surged as well!
The changes at the command post were quickly reflected on the front lines.
By using the Yamanaka Clan's ninjas as communication points, Makita was always able to achieve the greatest results with the least cost. The defenses of Black Tail Mountain on three sides were so tight that they were practically impregnable. As expected, he was not just a brute force commander who had risen to his position; his command abilities were also extremely outstanding.
"Orochimaru, Jiraiya, and Tsunade —the southeast, north, and southeast borders seem to be stable for now. The biggest problem... is it still the Jinchuriki after all?"
Having gained a foothold from the fierce combined attack of the Sand and Stone Ninja, Makita was not complacent; on the contrary, his brows furrowed even deeper.
The main focus of the battle remained in the west.
The battlefield where Kushina fought against the Jinchuriki of the One-Tail Jinchuriki and the Four-Tails Jinchuriki is the key to this great battle. The real masters of the Sand and Stone Ninja have not yet shown themselves. It is conceivable that the real masters are probably hiding not far from their Jinchuriki, both to protect and to monitor them.
The Jinchuriki is the village's ultimate weapon. It doesn't matter if you fail once or twice in battle; the most important thing is to protect the Jinchuriki.