Bloodbath on Black Tail Mountain, Part Two

"Explosive Tag, throw it."

A Kunai with a string of Explosive Tag attached to its tail flew into the air, fell in a parabolic trajectory, and landed on a turbulent wave of Gold Dust.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The orange-red fireballs swelled and bulged in the sand waves, releasing enormous heat and shockwaves that melted and tore apart the Gold Dust. The gold particles mixed in with the quicksand were melted into liquid by the high temperature, reflecting a dazzling light under the Kakkō.

"Attack! Attack! What are you idiots doing stopping? Get moving!"

With bloodshot eyes and a stubble-covered face, the middle-aged ninja roared hoarsely, his large feet mercilessly kicking his subordinates in the buttocks.

"But Captain, can't over a hundred Explosive Tag kill him? They'd blast through even a block of iron!"

The subordinates protested, clearly dissatisfied.

"Idiot!"

The middle-aged ninja was furious that he hadn't realized his subordinates were such fools.

Even on the battlefield, not everyone is sent to the front lines. Some of the clerks stay in the main camp. So, although they travel back and forth between various battlefields, they have not actually participated in many battles. Through their daily hard training, they have achieved the strength of Chunin and are quite skilled in one-on-one combat. However, they do not know much about the battles on the battlefield.

"You—you—what do you think Jonin is? Especially Jonin with Kekkei Genkai? I..."

"That's right. If a hundred or so Explosive Tag can kill a Jonin are worthless."

The soft murmur echoed in his ears, but to the middle-aged ninja it was like a bolt from the blue, making his scalp tingle and his heart scream with rage to escape. However, his limbs were as stiff as stone, unable to move. At some point, streams of quicksand bound his body like steel chains.

"Magnet Release, Glass Break."

With a flick of his outstretched hand, the quicksand suddenly tightened, crushing the bound middle-aged ninja to pieces. Tiny fragments of flesh and blood mixed with the quicksand flew in all directions. Several Konoha Ninja were drenched in the bloody sand rain, standing frozen in shock, completely terrified.

As the sand wall in front of Rasa fell, his clothes were clean, without a single drop of blood. He glanced at the stunned Konoha Ninja, then casually waved his hand, and streams of Gold Dust suddenly burst forth from the rock, transforming into spears that pierced the chests of Konoha Ninja one by one.

"It seems that not everyone in Konoha is a monster... If only there were more of these trash." Rasa breathed a sigh of relief. The blow he had suffered at the hands of Otoha, Katsuki, Minato, and the others had somewhat subsided. As expected, geniuses like that are rare indeed; the world is mostly filled with countless mediocre talents.

Mediocre people are good! There are too many geniuses in Konoha, it's better to have more mediocre people like this! It'll be easier to kill them!

Rasa pondered various thoughts, distracted by controlling the flowing sand to continue advancing up the mountain. Wherever the Gold Dust Flow went, there was no enemy. The only troublesome thing was the Explosive Tag that were pouring down from the sky. The Explosive Tag were quite destructive, and even he was unwilling to face them head-on if a certain number were collected.

However, Jonin are ultimately incomparable to ordinary Chunin Genin.

In this chaotic battlefield, there is little room for maneuver; facing Jonin is basically a one-sided massacre.

Rasa manipulated the Gold Dust Flow to easily reap the lives of Konoha Ninja stood in his way. Moreover, no experts who had mastered the Spirit Transformation Technique attacked him. Gradually, he became bolder and advanced bravely, breaking through several layers of Konoha's defenses in one go and directly invading the core area on the mountainside.

Once the defenses here are broken, it will be like tearing off the last veil. All the food and supplies that the Konoha has acquired will be right in front of him. All he needs to do is throw in some Explosive Tag, and victory will be his!

"Bastards! Bastards! A bunch of incompetent good-for-nothings."

Makita was so angry that he cursed loudly, wishing he could stuff all those useless idiots into the toilet. More than sixty people couldn't even stop a little Sand Ninja kid. They really were a bunch of good-for-nothings.

Distraction can kill you.

The white-clad puppet swung its longsword, narrowly missing the top of his head, but severing a stray strand of hair.

Chiyo fingers moved like lightning, and ten white-clad puppets of different shapes and sizes relentlessly attacked Makita. Their varied attacks made Makita suffer greatly. Even though he was burning with anxiety, he was powerless to do anything against these puppets. Watching Rasa advance unimpeded, Makita had no choice but to curse.

"Still have the energy to spout nonsense? Not bad!" Chiyo said casually, flicking her fingers. The ten white-clad puppets suddenly increased their speed to another level, their poisoned weapons relentlessly striking at Makita's vital points. "Hurry up and die, I don't have time to waste here with you."

"Ha, if you want my life, you'll have to work harder." Makita gritted his teeth, ignoring Rasa's situation and focusing solely on dealing with Chiyo's attacks. He held Chiyo tightly, preventing her from taking another step up the mountain. Rasa alone was already making the situation precarious; if Chiyo were allowed to go up the Chiyo, wouldn't they be finished?

"Earth Release: Earth Dragon Bullet Technique"

Mud pellets whistled through the air, raining down on the puppets. Each mud pellet was the size of a child's head, and the force contained within them was considerable. One or two mud pellets might not be much, but this volley of hundreds of them would be enough to overwhelm any puppet if they were hit.

"You persistent old bastard!"

Chiyo was seething with hatred. The situation on Konoha's side was in complete disarray. The Black Tail Mountain was filled with countless figures in sandy yellow, and the greenery of Konoha was being eroded. The outcome was almost certain. Yet, despite this, Makita didn't want to retreat. Instead, he was stubbornly fighting her to the death.

Most importantly, she could not ignore Makita, after all, he was also one of the best Jonin, with a wealth of combat experience. She could suppress Makita, but she could not win quickly.

"Give up? What are you talking about? Sakumo is already here. Even if you destroy the supplies on the mountain, you won't escape." Makita laughed. Since things had come to this, he simply let go of the past. Now that Sakumo was here, he didn't need to take the lead anymore. They could fight to their hearts' content!

"White Fang?"

Chiyo's eyes twitched violently. Katsuki's appearance had already given her a premonition, and Makita's current crazy behavior made her even more certain. Konoha's White Fang might really have arrived!

"So what if White Fang comes? With the combined strength of the Sand and Stone Ninja, one White Fang can kill him. It's just... just a few more people dying." Chiyo's face twitched as she controlled the puppets to attack even more frantically.

Makita burst into laughter, his eyes narrowing into slits as he nimbly dodged the poisoned needles. "A few more people die? It's not that simple. You make it sound like only Sakumo is left here. Do you really think we're all dead? Since you Sand Ninja are going against Konoha, you won't get away without paying a price!"

As they spoke, another earthen dragon rose from the ground, spewing out a barrage of mud projectiles that covered the sky, its firepower extremely fierce.

The Ration Pills rolled down his throat like candy beans.