A Special Ration Pill Worth Five Hundred Points

The electric light of Chidori Stream harshly taught the two who tried to approach him a lesson.

Sosuke realized this technique was far more practical than he'd imagined—in the Warring States period, the strong all needed to close in for a kill.

At least until the information fully spread, Chidori Stream was a surefire way to ambush people.

Kicking aside the body that had already gone cold, Sosuke turned and charged toward the enemy on his left. Before he even reached them, several shuriken whistled through the air and struck their target.

"Damn brat." Hit in a vital spot, the enemy knew he wouldn't survive, but he intended to drag Sosuke down with him before he died.

Enduring the numbness spreading through his body, the enemy kicked off the ground with one leg and lunged at Sosuke like a vengeful ghost.

The fact that he could suppress the paralysis of Chidori Stream meant his strength was greater than expected.

Too bad—

Chidori Sharp Spear!

A spear-like blade of electric light pierced through his chest, snuffing out his desperate final attack in its cradle.

"I... I won't accept this."

[System Notification: Successfully killed Hiraizumi Sei. Earned 260 points.]

Even in such a tense moment, Sosuke couldn't help but feel pleased with his gains.

[Points: 743]

In just a short span of time, his points had doubled. If he could make it to the battlefield, it would be an absolute jackpot.

"Brat!"

A suppressed roar echoed in his ears, and the next second, Uchiha Atsushi appeared and kicked him flying.

The speed was so fast that Sosuke had no chance to react.

The gap in their strength was far too vast.

Even if Yamanaka Koji couldn't bring his full power to bear, crushing Sosuke was still an effortless task.

"The brat is mine. You lot go fulfill your mission."

"Yes!"

With a brief acknowledgment, the suicide soldiers turned and charged toward the school.

A terrifying killing intent washed over them, and a group of half-grown kids stood frozen in place, the timid ones already wetting themselves.

"Damn it." Sosuke gritted his teeth and climbed to his feet. That kick alone had broken at least two of his ribs.

This wasn't a matter of whether he could save anyone anymore—if he slipped up even once, he wouldn't escape the enemy's clutches today.

"Sorry, I've done what I can." Casting a covert glance at the gate, Sosuke was already plotting an escape route.

Uchiha Atsushi's strength was formidable. Even if he wasn't at the elite jonin level, he surpassed the average captain-level fighter.

Worse still, the enemy could control him to activate the Sharingan.

Three pitch-black tomoe pressed down on Sosuke with immense pressure.

"Thinking of running?" The enemy's experience was vast; he saw through Sosuke's thoughts in an instant.

Completing hand seals in less than a second, scorching flames instantly swallowed Sosuke's figure.

"If you knew this would happen, why bother meddling in the first place?" Yamanaka Koji shook his head, the mockery in his eyes plain to see.

As the planner of the Extinction Plan, he didn't need to sacrifice his life here. Once he succeeded in killing these brats, he could simply undo the secret technique and return to his original body.

Watching the figure stagger out of the flames, Yamanaka Koji controlled the body and rushed forward, intending to personally kill the young genius of the Uchiha.

Surely, when the time came, that bastard Uchiha Tajima's expression would be quite entertaining.

Celebrating the hero's return?

He would make today the darkest hour in Uchiha history.

"Starting with you."

Bang!

At the critical moment, a figure inserted itself between the two, taking "Uchiha Atsushi's" attack head-on and countering with a blade that forced the enemy back.

Looking at the youth before him with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Sosuke managed a strained smile: "What, you didn't go out to welcome them?"

"You know I hate that kind of scene." Uchiha Madara wiped the blood from his lips and tightened his grip on the short blade.

He hadn't obeyed his father's orders, which was why he could arrive so quickly to provide support.

And fortunately so, or else he wouldn't have been able to save Sosuke's sorry life.

"Can you still fight?" he asked.

"Of course I can." Sosuke forced himself upright, sweat dripping steadily from his forehead.

Seeing this, Uchiha Madara turned around and spoke calmly: "I'll handle this one. You take care of the rest of those scum."

"Got it."

Without a moment's hesitation, dazzling electric light flickered back to life in Sosuke's palm. Spurred on by the stimulation of Lightning Style Chakra, he charged madly toward the interior of the school.

As for whether Madara could actually defeat his opponent, he had no energy left to care about that now.

Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!

The moment he charged into the inner hall, he spotted a familiar figure.

It wasn't just Madara who had come to reinforce—even Izuna hadn't gone to the front lines to greet the enemy.

The two brothers worked from inside and out, briefly stabilizing the crumbling situation.

A Fire Style blast blocked the intruder outside, and Izuna looked at his severely burned comrade, asking with no small amount of surprise: "Hey, hey, are you sure you can still keep fighting?"

To resist Uchiha Atsushi's Fire Style, Sosuke had unleashed Chidori Stream at full force, yet even so, he couldn't escape the fate of extensive burns.

Still, that was far better than being completely reduced to charcoal.

"Relax." Having easily pierced through the enemy's chest, Sosuke very calmly spat out a mouthful of blood and replied flatly: "You'd die before I do."

"...Aren't you the one who keeps spitting blood?"

Using Chidori placed an enormous burden on the body; Sosuke was already riddled with holes, and spitting blood from his mouth was the least of it.

Izuna wanted to persuade him to stop, but seeing the firm look in his eyes, he swallowed the words that had risen to his lips.

"Be careful yourself." Izuna charged at the enemy on his own initiative.

Behind the two of them, all the children from the school were hiding there. If the enemy broke through their defense, the Uchiha would lose their future entirely.

Even if he died today, Izuna would hold out until reinforcements arrived.

"Why so fired up?"

Sosuke shook his head with a bitter smile, flipped his palm, and a small pale-blue pill appeared in his hand.

[Special Ration Pill (Small), Item Grade E, Exchange Cost: 500 Points]

[Item Description: Slightly restores consumed Chakra and physical stamina.]

"Damn expensive."

He swallowed the special ration pill in one gulp, feeling his condition rapidly recover, took a deep breath, and a dazzling flash of lightning flickered in his hand for the third time.

If that brat Izuna dared to risk his life, how could he shy away from battle? The cost of that ration pill would have to be reclaimed from the enemy.

By now, the commotion from the school had roused many people.

Clan members kept arriving one after another, only to die miserably at the hands of "Uchiha Atsushi."

The sheer gap in strength could not be easily bridged by numbers alone.

Standing amidst the corpses strewn across the ground, Yamanaka Koji's heart and body were filled with delight.

What in this world could be more entertaining than using an enemy's body to slaughter his own kind?

Silently counting the time, "Uchiha Atsushi" shifted his gaze to the blood-soaked youth across from him.

"Your skill is quite impressive. Pity—today, you will still die by my hand."

The man did not notice that in Uchiha Madara's lowered gaze, an ominous light was quietly blooming.