Someone Could Always Handle Him, But What If There Was More Than One

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The Yellow Flash reappeared, Naruto immediately activated the Flying Thunder God. Because of the Sand Jonin's words, everyone's eyes were fixed on the scattered kunai.

But the next moment, Naruto teleported directly Jonin the short Jonin.

His goal had always been clear: kill the female Jonin first, then the short Jonin. He wasn't stalling for time to show off; he was waiting for that warning about his kunai.

Beware of kunai? But the Flying Thunder God Mark isn't limited to kunai. It can be applied to anything, even a blade of grass or a person.

Naruto lamented that the Land of Snow mission hadn't restarted yet, and he hadn't received the reward for the Invisible Flying Thunder God. Otherwise, he wouldn't be going through all this trouble of scheming back and forth.

If we consider the strength of the Sand 'Jonin, then all the Konohagakure Genin combined wouldn't stand a chance. But Naruto is Genin; he only became one because he failed the Chunin Ninja Exams.

The Tailed Beast Chakra granted him three bursts of speed. In the instant he Jonin the short jonin, the short jonin 'Jonin eyes were still fixed on the kunai scattered everywhere.

The moment I caught a glimpse of that blond hair out of the corner of my eye, my heart skipped a beat.

He gathers Rasengan with one hand, a Ninjutsu capable of completely destroying the target's bodily functions. It's like a spiral machine, its destructive power completely inversely proportional to its harmless appearance.

With what appeared to be a swift press of a Chakra jutsu, the fiery red Tailed Beast Chakra erupted at high speed, piercing a terrifying, spiraling, twisted hole through the Jonin of the short Jonin.

With incredible speed, Naruto delivered a Jonin blow to the short Sand Jonin, and then suddenly turned around and appeared behind another Chunin.

His figure darted across the field, drawing his sharp weapon, the Kusanagi Sword, instantly splattering blood across the Sand Village. Naruto used one hand to exert force, while the other wielded the Kusanagi Sword haphazardly, weaving through the crowd.

With over a dozen disposable Flying Thunder God Kunai, he could only traverse about ten times. The sharp sword pierced the throat Chunin Sand, and the moment he drew the sword, his figure vanished again.

The teleportation process is very short, only a few blinks of an eye, and more than ten teleportations have been completed.

The Kusanagi Sword was being used like a kitchen knife, slicing through the blood mist and cutting open the necks of one Sand Hidden Ninja after another. The Shoe-Faced Sand Jonin was completely too afraid to move, and the situation instantly reversed.

The group of over thirty people was reduced to only seven or eight survivors in the blink of an eye. The short Sand Jonin to the ground in agony, with no medical-nin to relieve his pain. His chest had a hole the size of a watermelon, and he was beyond saving.

"Are you kidding me? Wasn't he clearly dead?" the last Sand Jonin muttered, his long face turning green instantly, his lips trembling slightly.

The seemingly foolproof plan ended in failure.

In the rear, Team 10 and Team Eight remained deathly silent. It wasn't that they enjoyed watching the show; they simply couldn't get involved at all—it was beyond the capabilities of Genin.

Shikamaru wanted to use strategy and tactics, but it seems his brain couldn't work out his muscles.

Neji turned and glanced at them, saying nothing, his expression remaining calm. Shikamaru glanced at the members of Team 3, his face twitching slightly, and asked in a low voice.

"Hey? Why do you guys act like you're used to this?"

"You'll get used to it after a few more missions with that guy. Where do you think his 100% mission completion rate comes from?" Neji seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"The only reason that bastard teamed up with us might be to prevent the client from being killed by him in a moment of inattention."

Neji turned his head and stared at Shikamaru with a gloomy expression. His serious expression, combined with what he was saying, looked particularly awkward in the Nikko.

"Don't ask anymore."

Naruto wasn't without brains; he couldn't possibly Jonin all three Jonin at the same time. Besides, if he got bogged down, the others might be in danger.

The Temari and Siblings are still buried in the valley. They need to be dug out quickly before they are released. Otherwise, if the Ninjutsu is dispelled, the three siblings will have their chests crushed by two tons of soil.

The sword hilt was stained with blood. Naruto casually stuck it into the ground, and the Konohagakure Genin swarmed forward.

"Damn it! Why did you bury it so deep?" Kiba Inuzuka threw down the shovel, picked up Akamaru and started drilling a hole in the ground with his Fang Over Fang.

The Sand ninjas had been completely dealt with, their corpses lying scattered outside the valley. A group of Konohagakure Genin stood on someone else's territory, trying every possible method to dig people out of the collapsed valley.

"How should I know?" Naruto also threw the shovel aside.

Nine-Tails- Tailed Fox lay humming and sunbathing on a towering rock, clutching a bottle of wine in its arms. It had witnessed the entire battle just now, and its assessment was summed up in just four words.

Flashy and gaudy.

If it were that thing, a single Tailed Beast Ball would suffice. Hmph, but it's unlikely to make a move unless that brat begs it with a hundred bottles of fine wine—only the best wine could possibly sway it.

"Dig carefully, the target is down there." Shikamaru took off his jacket under the scorching sun, revealing a long-sleeved fishnet top and dead fish eyes.

Shikamaru, holding the shovel, looked exactly like an old farmer. He covered his eyebrows and glanced at the sky. "Hurry up, the people in the coffin down there are probably about to suffocate."

"This is also a form of cultivation!" Rock Lee Li said, moving a huge rock aside with a roar and wiping his sweat as he panted.

Everyone was covered in dust and dirt; just moments ago they were fighting desperately, and now each person was digging people out with a shovel. Everyone tacitly kept silent about what had just happened, even though they knew Naruto was different from them, they didn't care.

So what if it's a monster? The villagers have mentioned it before, let's just pretend we didn't hear it. Anyway, monsters don't necessarily have to hide in the shadows all alone; monsters have friends too.

"There's definitely something wrong with your Ninjutsu!" Kiba Inuzuka 'Naruto number one hater, looked up and grumbled with amusement between shoveling dirt. "If you can bury someone, why can't you get them out?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Dig it yourself." Naruto pretended to leave.

He looked up and saw that silly dog Nine-Tails lying on the boulder in a seductive pose, sunbathing, and even propping up one leg to stare at him as he dug through the dirt, drenched in sweat.

In the bright Nikko, Naruto could see the mocking smile on Nine-Tails's face.

Tsk, that stupid dog is gloating. Just wait.

Naruto rolled up his sleeves, intending to pull Nine-Tails down to dig in the dirt. Kiba Inuzuka was standing nearby, thought he was really giving up and immediately called out to him, "Hey, hey, hey!"

"Where to? Keep digging."

Shikamaru turned to look at Naruto and exhaled as he spoke.

"Stop messing around, all of you. If this drags on any longer, the mission target will really be dying."

"I'm quitting," Naruto said sullenly, his mind set on pulling Nine-Tails down to dig in the dirt.

"Hinata!"

"Ino!"

Kiba Inuzuka and Shikamaru both called for help, but they also froze simultaneously, exchanging a deadly glance. A jolt went through them; they had initially assumed someone could handle him, but now they suddenly realized that if there was more than one...