Reborn in the Flames of Hatred

"Quick, quick, make way, make way! Where's the head medic? Hurry and call the head medic over to see me," Jiraiya shouted like he was slaughtering a pig, barging through the camp.

"What's going on, what's going on? Everyone get back to your posts. What's Jiraiya yelling about?"

Mitokado Homura said as he walked towards Jiraiya. Suddenly, Mitokado Homura saw Minato Namikaze, who had fainted on the ground, and was startled.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Bing San with a face full of blood, looking somewhat dazed.

"Quick, quick, Elder Mito, Elder Danzo is not going to make it."

Jiraiya was shouting and yelling as he carried Danzo into the tent.

After Uchiha Yue quickly performed emergency first aid on Danzo, Minato Namikaze drank a blue potion, gritted his teeth, and used the Flying Thunder God Technique to get everyone away.

Once they reached a relatively safe location, he immediately abandoned the others and, with Jiraiya, Danzo, and Bing San, used the Flying Thunder God Technique all the way to the front lines of Amegakure's camp to seek medical treatment.

Upon arriving at the main camp, Minato Namikaze relaxed his taut nerves for a moment before collapsing.

It was known that Chakra consumption was directly linked to one's mental state. Minato had used so much Chakra that his mental damage was immense.

The rescue work went relatively smoothly. After all, this was the illogical Ninja World. Surgical procedures used Chakra scalpels, and healing was done with the Mystical Palm Technique. Heart resuscitation was performed by directly grabbing the heart, and surgery didn't even require sterilization, using Ninjutsu instead.

After more than four hours of rescue efforts, Danzo's life was finally saved.

However, due to excessive blood loss and internal organ damage, he remained in a coma.

Bing San sat blankly by the hospital bed, the image of the gloomy man appearing before him, his unfinished last words endlessly looping in his ears.

Bing San's clenched fists dripped with blood, and the ground corroded with a sizzling sound.

In the blink of an eye, autumn turned to winter, and more than two months passed.

Orochimaru looked at the figure outside the tent desperately striking a wooden stake and shook his head. Then he called out, "Mr. Bing San, it's time to eat."

Bing San was pounding the wooden stake like a madman, doing so every day since returning to the Western Front.

His three shadow clones and Bing San himself were like madmen, desperately studying all sorts of knowledge.

Jiraiya had visited once, and Asuma had also snuck in once before being caught by his older brother, Shin'nosuke Sarutobi.

Danzo was still in a coma, showing no signs of waking up.

Orochimaru quietly walked to Bing San's side and reached out to grasp his hand.

Bing San's blood touched Orochimaru's skin, corroding it with a sizzling sound. Orochimaru frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Bing San, it's time to eat."

A hint of clarity gradually returned to Bing San's dull eyes. He looked at Orochimaru's hand and said, "Teacher, I'm sorry for making you worry."

Orochimaru just coldly shook his head and went inside to eat.

When Orochimaru was young, he was in a similar state after personally burying his parents.

That night, it began to snow lightly. It was the first snow of Konoha's 44th year, falling gently.

The war with Sunagakure had been going on for a year and a half. The Sand Ninja were still attacking. Perhaps they initially sought revenge, but now they couldn't afford to lose.

The Chiyo Siblings had completely fallen out with the Daimyo, and Sunagakure was currently surviving by plundering resources. The siblings had even gone so far as to raid the capital of the Land of Wind once.

The Daimyo of the Land of Wind was both shocked and enraged, but there was nothing he could do. After all, no matter how one looked at it, the guards of the Daimyo's Mansion couldn't defeat Sunagakure.

As for Pakura, she was regarded as a hero by the Sand Ninja for her near-successful attempt to kill Danzo.

Although she was seriously injured that day, this woman not only survived tenaciously but also gained new strength through misfortune.

Bing San spent his days training himself, also waiting for a special opportunity. And that opportunity had arrived.

That night, a meeting was held. Nara Shikano said, "Everyone, as you can see, our opportunity has arrived.

Every year, this time of year with changing weather is accompanied by heavy rain and snow.

We've consulted with the nearby villagers, and this snow is expected to last for three to five days. And the Kikyo Mountain nearby, which we rely on, has already been experiencing snow for over three months."

The Jonin nodded. Nara Shikano continued, "After paying a huge price, we have obtained confirmed intelligence that the supplies plundered by the Sand Ninja are stored in a large camp about twenty li west of the foot of Kikyo Mountain.

Now that heaven has favored us, we can use Bing San's Kekkei Genkai to give the Sand Ninja a great gift.

If successful, even if the Sand Ninja don't surrender, they will lose their ability to fight."

The Jonin were all excited. After eighteen months of war, there was finally a glimmer of hope.

Without Ice Release, such a strategy would be impossible. It could be said that Bing San was the key to ending this meaningless war.

After the meeting that night, everyone returned to their camps to begin preparations.

The next morning, Orochimaru led a portion of the Jonin in a feint attack on Rasa's camp. Rasa and Orochimaru fought, resulting in another inconclusive chaotic battle.

By noon, the snow was falling heavier. Everyone had to return to their respective areas to rest. However, a small team from Konoha, under the cover of night and braving the heavy snow, slowly ascended from behind Kikyo Mountain.

The wind howled, and snowflakes fluttered down with a rustling sound. A group of over fifty people, wearing Bing San's specially made ice armor, climbed the mountain step by arduous step, leaving deep footprints.

Bing San's eyes were red as he walked forward step by step. Suddenly, a wind-style Jonin misstepped and tumbled down. Nara Shikaku formed hand seals, his shadow beneath his feet trembling powerlessly.

The group continued upward in silence, for their own ideals and goals.

Suddenly, Akimichi Choza's foot found no purchase, and he fell into an ice cave with a rumble. The chubby boy made an instant decision and instantly enlarged himself, wedging himself in place.

Finally, exhausted, the group reached the summit. They looked down at the white clouds below, an unknown distance away, and the vast expanse of snow, an unknown depth below.

Nara Shikaku bit his finger to calculate the time and said, "Bing San, we have about four more hours of rest time. Let's take a break."

Bing San merely nodded slightly, then continued to stare with blood-red eyes, trying to see the Sand Ninja camp below.

His clenched fists trembled, dripping black blood. His fingernails dug deeply into his flesh once more, but Bing San was oblivious!

Four hours later, Shikaku gently said to Bing San, "Bing San, are you alright? We can begin."

Bing San shook his shoulders and said, "I'm fine, very fine, I feel excellent." Then he began to rapidly form hand seals: Water Release; Great Exploding Water Colliding Wave. Water Release; Great Waterfall Technique. Water to Ice.

In an instant, a massive block of ice over 150 meters long, 30 meters wide, and more than 3 meters thick reappeared before everyone.