"How could this be... such chakra..." A Sand Shinobi sank to his knees in despair. His wail infected the other Sand Shinobi, and one by one, their faces turned pale as they slumped in dejection.
As expected of the signature ninjutsu that would make the future Seventh Hokage rich and famous. It had effortlessly crushed the enemy's will to fight.
They were densely packed beyond counting, and everywhere they looked was breasts. The Sand Shinobi were already weeping. Once upon a time, as red-blooded men, they had all dreamed of one day being surrounded by boobs. Today, that dream had come true!
"Not planning to run?" Duke clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking several times. Shadow Clones divided his chakra evenly, so these clones were not particularly strong. But the Sand Shinobi had already suffered a mental breakdown and could no longer summon any fighting spirit. If they had tried to break through, more than half of them might have escaped. Unfortunately, they were now nothing but lambs awaiting slaughter. As for the knowledgeable Sand Shinobi Leader, the moment Duke's waves of Shadow Clones appeared, he spat out blood and fainted.
What was the difference between a ninja without fighting spirit and a salted fish? Even if you gave one Red-Haired Shanks and the Rinnegan, it still could not turn things around. In barely a dozen seconds, the Sand Shinobi were swallowed by heaving waves—some died beneath heavy punches, some were killed by their companions' blunders, and others were blown apart by aimlessly thrown Explosive Tags. In short, Duke encountered not even token resistance as he slaughtered every last one of them like chickens.
When the battle ended, Katsuyu spat out the Konoha ninja she had protected within her body. These ninja were paralyzed, some unconscious, while the few who