Yūske's One-Man Show

Smoke filled the battlefield, flames of war raged everywhere, and the fighting continued fiercely.

Yūske moved through the battlefield, searching everywhere for puppet masters. By now, his hands were already stained with the blood of five puppet masters.

"Earth Release: Earth Spike!"

Suddenly, the ground beneath Yūske's feet seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand. It violently contracted, instantly transforming into sharp earth spikes that burst from the ground like blades and stabbed toward him. Fortunately, Yūske specialized in taijutsu and calmly twisted aside to evade them.

"Wind Style: Air Bullets!"

Before he could even catch his breath, the air rushing toward him seemed to turn into deadly bullets, shooting at him with lightning speed.

"Barrier!"

Unable to dodge in time, Yūske made a snap decision. He spread his palm and swiftly wove a solid wall of strings.

The attack abruptly ceased, and Yūske turned a cold gaze toward the person who had attacked him.

An open space had already formed before Yūske. Five figures flashed into view like ghosts, dressed in Sunagakure uniforms as they surrounded him from all sides.

"Watanabe Yūske, we cannot stand by and watch you harm our comrades."

One of the Sunagakure jonin spoke, his tone icy.

After receiving Chiyo's orders, the five jonin had swiftly gathered and painstakingly searched the battlefield for Yūske. Each of them was battle-hardened, and their coordination was seamless. They were Sunagakure's elite force.

"Hmph, five against one? Sunagakure really does take the elite route."

The corners of Yūske's lips lifted into a disdainful smile, his words dripping with mockery.

"Sharp words are useless. You should think carefully about how to atone for what you have done."

The leading Sunagakure jonin had a piercing gaze and a grim expression. His voice carried an unquestionable authority.

Yūske sneered. He knew this battle would not be easy, but he had nothing to fear. It was the perfect chance to test his own strength.

The battle erupted instantly. The five Sunagakure jonin attacked at the same time, unleashing all manner of ninjutsu toward Yūske like a tidal wave.

Yūske nimbly dodged to the side, while a great number of thin strings had already spilled from his palms.

"Five-Colored String!"

Yūske swung his arms and charged toward one of the Sunagakure ninja like a gale.

"Get out of the way!"

The Sunagakure ninja reacted quickly and dodged sideways. Several deep gashes had already been cut into the ground where he had just stood.

"Just as Chiyo-sama's intelligence said, you really do use strings as weapons."

The Sunagakure ninja said solemnly.

"So what if you know?"

Yūske swiftly raised both hands. Countless thin strings danced like sharp blades, instantly enveloping all the space around him.

"Can you even get close to me?"

Yūske spoke domineeringly as he shot toward them like an arrow. He was so fast that he seemed like a bolt of lightning, leaving afterimages in the air.

Seeing this, the Sunagakure ninja unleashed ninjutsu in an attempt to stop him from closing in. However, Yūske's strings were flexible and ever-changing, easily piercing through their defenses and leaving them helpless.

The instant he neared the Sunagakure ninja, Yūske suddenly changed the direction of his attack. The strings in his hands struck like agile serpents, attacking the Sunagakure ninja from bizarre and tricky angles. They hurriedly tried to respond, but they were still cut by the strings, blood seeping from their wounds.

Yūske's attacks came down like a violent storm, gradually forcing the Sunagakure ninja onto the defensive.

They realized that the enemy before them was not only powerful, but also tactically cunning. He was an exceptionally difficult opponent.

"What do we do?"

"Attack him with ninjutsu!"

Several Sunagakure ninja urgently discussed a response. Then they nodded to one another and rapidly moved to encircle Yūske from different directions.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Wave!"

Working in perfect sync, they formed hand seals at the same time and unleashed their ninjutsu toward Yūske.

"String Style: Rampart!"

Yūske remained calm in the face of danger. The thin strings around him rapidly wove themselves into sturdy barriers, successfully blocking the attack.

"Captain, should we use sealing techniques?"

"Mm... do any of you know how?"

"No..." ×4

Several Black Threads instantly appeared over the jonin captain's head. For a moment, five jonin working together against Yūske had actually fallen into a disadvantage.

The situation took a sudden turn. What had originally been a Sunagakure jonin squad surrounding Yūske instantly became Yūske hunting several jonin across the battlefield.

"I thought that once Chiyo recalled the Puppet forces, Yūske would not be able to do much. I never expected him to still hold several enemy jonin in check."

Standing on high ground, Hatake Mōsō kept his eyes on Yūske. Seeing this, he could not help but smile.

"Yes. Chiyo probably noticed Yūske's abilities and did not want her subordinates to die for nothing."

Nara Shikamaru seriously analyzed the battle situation.

"Yūske's abilities go far beyond that. If the strings he releases can extend without limit, he may be able to dominate the entire battlefield."

Hatake Mōsō had a sharp eye. Though this was the first time he had personally witnessed Yūske fight, he had analyzed his abilities with remarkable accuracy.

Within the Sunagakure camp, Ebizo watched helplessly as their five jonin failed to defeat Yūske. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he anxiously said to Chiyo, "Sister, why not call them back? We no longer have enough manpower to withstand losses like this."

Chiyo's face darkened like molten lead. She had never imagined that Watanabe Yūske's strength had already reached such a terrifying level. At that moment, she could not help but feel like retreating.

"Konoha is still as blessed by the gods as ever!"

Chiyo could not help but sigh. Every few years, Konoha produced another batch of geniuses like this. Why could it not be Sunagakure instead?

Chiyo looked at the Sunagakure corpses strewn across the battlefield, and a trace of reluctance flashed across her face. But they could not retreat yet. If they withdrew now, Sunagakure would lose.

"..."

Chiyo helplessly picked up a scroll and stepped forward.

"Ebizo, I'll leave the battlefield under your command!"

With that, Chiyo resolutely leaped down from the gorge and charged straight toward Yūske.

Seeing this, Nara Shikamaru inwardly cried out in alarm.

"We absolutely cannot let Chiyo get close to Yūske, Sakumo!"

Hatake Sakumo did not respond. He was still considering how long Yūske could endure Chiyo's attacks.

Then Hatake Sakumo used the Shadow Clone Technique, creating a clone to take his place. He then picked up a mask and quickly put it on.

"Shikamaru, you will command the battle. I'll protect Yūske from the shadows."

Before Hatake Sakumo had even finished speaking, he had already vanished from before Nara Shikamaru.

"What a reckless move."

Nara Shikamaru looked at Hatake Sakumo's clone and gave a helpless, bitter smile. He then immediately focused his attention and began carefully observing the entire battlefield.

Just as Yūske was about to catch up to one of the Sunagakure ninja, he suddenly felt a powerful suction force. He made a swift decision and rapidly buried many thin strings underground to pull himself back.

Then a strong, vigorous voice belonging to a middle-aged woman rang out from afar.

"Puppet Technique: Three Treasures Crushing Absorption!"