The Pain of Two People's Balls

"You seven idiots!"

Although the seven men standing before him were all respected Elite Jonin, Nara Chiharu was so furious that he couldn't care less. He'd long known that the Senju Clan was thickheaded, but what he was seeing now was completely beyond anything he'd expected:

"Have you gone insane? I know you want to kill a lot of enemies, but don't go overboard! At most, this jutsu can take out a large number of low-level cannon fodder. It won't pose much of a threat to high-level ninja. I'm counting on you to deal with Sunagakure's top fighters!

Which of you wouldn't have to take on Sand Serpent's Fang, Quicksand Bloodblade, Venomous Earth Spider, or the Blood Sand Trio?"

"A ninja must... give it everything he's got!"

As if he'd finally caught his breath, one of them—a man with a thick beard and black armor—spoke with a look of unwavering resolve:

"A true ninja must unleash an absolutely glorious strike! That is my way of the ninja—Senju Okamoto's!"

"Your way of the ninja, my ass!"

Looking at Senju Okamoto's bold expression and the six members of the Senju Clan nodding along beside him, Nara Chiharu felt his balls ache. There were two ways to become a high-level ninja: one was to be an all-rounder with both brains and ninjutsu; the other was to disregard intelligence and push ninjutsu to its limits, becoming a force of arms to be reckoned with!

Unfortunately, these seven men were the kind who gave no thought to intelligence and put all their skill points into ninjutsu. At their level, simply scolding them wouldn't fix their brainlessness!

"Medical unit, bring me the chakra-restoration potions! Pour them down their throats—keep going until I say stop!"

Most of the ninja had charged out after the third round of jutsu, but plenty remained at the command center. The Medical Ninjas made up more than half of them, ready to treat wounded ninja returning from the battlefield. At their commander's order, several who had been waiting nearby hurried over with a few barrels of potions. At Nara Chiharu's signal, they pried open the seven men's mouths and tipped the barrels in!

This "enthusiastic" way of drinking the potions made the seven Elite Jonin of the Senju Clan turn pale. They struggled in vain to dodge the liquid that threatened to make them burst.

"Guh... Chiharu, we're good friends..."

One of them, a bald man about the same age as Nara Chiharu, tried appealing to their friendship:

"I gave you a lot of money for your son's first-month celebration!"

"Save it!"

Nara Chiharu's face was livid.

"If you had even an ounce of sense, I wouldn't have to treat you like this!"

"Guh... You Nara boy, I'll let you off today since you're younger than me. Let us go right now, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened!"

Seeing the bald man fail, the thick-bearded man immediately tried appealing to his seniority:

"I'm your elder, after all. That's enough!"

"Do you think I want to do this?"

Nara Chiharu gritted his teeth as he looked at the bearded man's ingratiating grin.

"I'm giving you the best potions available! One small bottle is enough to restore other ninja's chakra, but you need a whole barrel! I..."

"Guh... Guh... Guh...

No, stop! Let me go!

Ah, don't keep going! I can't take any more!

Ah, there are so many hands on me! You've soaked me all over! I'm so sticky!"

Before Nara Chiharu could finish, a woman's tearful cries came from nearby. His eyelid twitched uncontrollably as he watched Senju Kahui—the only woman among the seven—make such suggestive-sounding remarks while receiving a perfectly ordinary dose of medicine. He nearly exploded on the spot!

Nara Chiharu clenched his fist and coldly addressed the Medical Ninja holding Senju Kahui down:

"Give her another barrel!"

After all, they were Elite Jonin of the Senju Clan, distinguished both by their descent from the First and Second and by their own strength. The ninja pouring the potions were about to object, but one look at Nara Chiharu's icy expression—cold enough to freeze fire—convinced them to keep quiet and follow orders!

Ordinarily, these Medical Ninjas, who had barely reached the level of ordinary Genin, could never have held down seven Elite Jonin. But with the cooperation of the Senju Clan members, who had brought this on themselves and were now incapacitated, the Medical Ninja managed to complete Nara Chiharu's task.

When the Medical Ninja finally left, all that remained were seven Senju Clan Elite Jonin lying on the ground, each three times their original size. Senju Kahui, the only woman among them, lay there in despair, looking as if she were ten months pregnant!

"Get those potions digested and restore your chakra..."

Nara Chiharu paid no mind to the fury in the seven Senju Clan members' eyes and turned his gaze toward the battlefield.

"Hopefully, you'll be fully recovered before the enemy's top fighters enter the battle!"

Zhou Duan hadn't seen the potion-dosing scene; he'd charged onto the battlefield long before then. And even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared in his current state. Hidden in the shadow of a rocky tree root that had emerged from the ground because of Earth Release, he watched the ninja fighting all around him and felt his balls ache.

Before the charge, he'd repeatedly warned his three teammates to stick together and not split up. But once they reached the battlefield, Namikaze Minato, usually so gentle and cheerful, was swept up in the heat of the fighting and charged off with bloodshot eyes at once!

Senju Nawaki wasn't about to be outdone. He immediately charged off in another direction. Hyuga Hyakusho was the only one who still remembered Zhou Duan's warning and wanted to stay with him. But before he could do anything, Nawaki, wound up to the extreme, grabbed him and dragged him off until they were out of sight!

Zhou Duan could still remember the utterly helpless, disbelieving look on Hyakusho's face. His Byakugan had covered every angle, defending him from all sides, yet he hadn't defended himself against his own teammate, Nawaki. Hyakusho had probably thought Nawaki was pulling him away from a hidden projectile flying toward them!

That wasn't even what annoyed Zhou Duan most. Other squads had been hit by the enemy and forced apart against their will.

His own squad, on the other hand, had withstood the first, fiercest wave of the attack. He'd meant to keep them together and proceed carefully. Instead, before the enemy could break them, his own team had fallen apart, leaving him all alone!

With a long sigh, Zhou Duan summoned his Ninja Turtle. He was about to leave and hunt down Nawaki and the others, then give them a thorough scolding, when a figure with his back to him suddenly filled his view!

Zhou Duan thought for a moment, then patted the shoulder of a low-ranking Sand Ninja crouched in front of him, wearing Sunagakure's combat uniform and apparently convinced he was well hidden. When the Sand Ninja turned around in terror, Zhou Duan gave him a specially made Senbon kill!

I scheduled this post, but I got the time wrong. I just noticed!

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