Unfortunate Cloud Ninja

The rocket was entirely black, with a rounded warhead and a long trail of flame, relentlessly pursuing Ai.

Faced with these rockets that looked like they had dog noses, Ai's feelings at this moment were beyond words.

To be honest, he wasn't afraid of rocket attacks. After testing the firepower of these rockets at the beginning, he had a good idea of their destructive power. They were indeed amazing, but they weren't a big deal to him. What really bothered him was the person who launched the rocket attack.

The Asura Path, also known as the Third Raikage.

The best way to deal with these tracking rockets is to address the root cause, that is, to catch the thief by catching the kingpin, or to shoot the horse by shooting the man.

However, the Asura Path created from the corpse of the Third Raikage inherited his terrifying defensive power. Conventional Ninjutsu and other physical attacks were useless; at least, none of the many techniques he possessed could harm the Third Raikage.

Moreover, the fact that the Asura Path here proves that all of his subordinates must have perished.

Thinking of this, Ai felt a sharp pain in her heart.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The rocket exploded, sending a blast wave crashing forward and making Ai's hair a mess.

With his large, bony hands waving like a fan, Ai dispersed all the smoke and dust. His gaze swept back and forth over the Six Paths Clone, his heart heavy, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

hope and the others did not arrive. There was only a faint sound coming from below the cliff. He had just approached the edge of the cliff and looked over. A group of huge, ferocious dogs were chasing his men.

"This can't go on!"

Ai felt cold inside, suppressing his anxiety and anger. While entangled with the Asura Path and the Preta Path, he also tried hard to think of a way to break the deadlock.

Kumogakure.

The wind and snow grew heavier, and the snowflakes falling from the sky were as large as mats, leaving many of the older Cloud Ninja bewildered.

They've never seen snowflakes this big in their entire lives! Is this some kind of dream?

"Move! Are you all just standing around waiting to die? Get moving and head out of the village!"

Dodai shouted hoarsely as he ran through the streets and alleys, urging the Cloud Ninja to leave the village.

Seeing that there had been no movement for a long time after the fourth generation elder left the village, and on the contrary, the wind and snow were getting stronger, the Dodai and a group of elders decisively issued an order to relocate the entire village. At this time, they could no longer stay in the village and let the wind and snow bury them alive. Leaving here was a wise choice.

Although traveling in such weather is undoubtedly a high-risk activity, it is at least a glimmer of hope compared to sitting and waiting to die.

The Genin worked together to protect the ordinary villagers as they moved, Jonin ninja led the way, clearing the snow from the road. The snow kept falling, and if it wasn't cleared for a while, the road that had been cleared would be buried again.

Long lines of people filled the streets and alleys, slowly moving out of the village. A somber atmosphere permeated the entire village; the cries of children and the sighs of the elderly struck the hearts of the Cloud Ninja like heavy blows. They couldn't even protect the village, let alone the entire Land of Lightning.

"Slap! Slap!"

"It hurts!"

The little boy, clinging to his father's back, covered his head and cried out, his eyes brimming with tears.

The crackling sounds grew more frequent, and before we knew it, the heavy snow had stopped.

But nobody was happy about it.

Because

"Hail!?"

The wrinkled old man touched his bald head and caught the ice lump the size of a soybean.

Watching the ice cube slowly melt in his hand, the old man's wrinkled face scrunched up, looking like a walnut.

"Quick! Get inside the house! It's hailing!"

The old man shouted, or rather, even without his reminder, the hailstones began to fall heavily, causing the villagers on the street to cry out in pain. The orderly ranks that Cloud Ninja had been trying so hard to maintain instantly fell into chaos, and people desperately rushed into the houses on both sides.

Cloud Ninja's loud shouts had no effect.

The hailstones were initially only the size of soybeans. Under the suppression of the Cloud Ninja, the villagers managed to regain their composure and orderly take refuge in their houses. However, when hailstones the size of chicken eggs fell, they knocked a burly man who was nearly two meters tall to the ground. His head was covered in blood and flesh, and his skull had caved in, revealing a large, bloody hole.

Panic spread instantly; few could remain calm in the face of the terror of death.

The ninjas were alright, but the ordinary villagers were in a panic, running around like madmen.

"Hail? What the hell is this? Hail in winter?"

Hail seems like something that happens in winter, but in fact, it's the opposite. Generally speaking, hail only occurs in summer or during the transition from spring to summer. I've never heard of hail falling in winter before, at least not in my entire Dodai. Today is the first time I've ever seen hail in winter.

Dodai stood on the roof of a house, with a layer of eggshell-like rubber overhead. Hard hailstones crashed into the soft, elastic rubber and flew away.

I picked up a hailstone that had rolled to my feet. It was the size of an egg, a deep white color, and as hard as a rock. If you were hit by one of these, you would either die or be seriously injured.

Dodai's hand, holding the hailstones, trembled, not from the cold, but from fear.

The hail, falling like pear blossoms, mercilessly assaulted Kumogakure. In an instant, countless people fell victim to the hail. Dodai released a large amount of rubber shields to protect the villagers on the streets, and many Jonin also took action to fend off the hail.

However, even the Jonin were powerless against the relentless hailstorm.

The death toll immediately rose sharply; within Dodai's field of vision alone, more than forty people had fallen victim to the hailstorm.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Dodai held two children in his arms, gazing at the corpses buried in the hail on the street. Blood stained the hailstones red, and the bloody red light was so shocking that a feeling of despair arose in his heart.

If this continues, the Kumogakure will truly be doomed.

Suddenly, a high-pitched, sharp whistling sound rang out, Dodai subconsciously looked up in the direction of the sound.

A black sphere streaked across the sky at lightning speed, its immense Chakra fluctuations detectable even by a ninja.

Dodai was quite familiar with the black sphere. A glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. It was a Tailed Beast Bomb. It was Killer B! He was immediately excited. If it was Killer B, the power of the Eight-Tails might be able to turn the tide.

"Boom!!!"

The Tailed Beast Bomb plunged into the dark clouds and detonated, instantly bursting into a dazzling light. The shockwave from the explosion shattered the hailstones that hadn't yet fallen in mid-air and dispersed the dark clouds. Centered on the explosion point, the shockwave surged in all directions like ocean waves, pushing away the clouds.

The warm winter sun shines among the mountains.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Upon seeing the warm, gentle sun, many of the resilient villagers who had survived broke down, kneeling on the ground and wailing uncontrollably. (To be continued)