"What—what the hell is going on?" The Iwagakure and Amegakure ninja stared in astonishment at the Puppet Army charging toward their positions, their minds unable to process it.
After all, these puppets had charged straight at them without any cover or concealment. It was completely different from normal ninja squad combat.
And because of budget constraints, every puppet looked exactly the same, all fashioned like skeletons. One hand held something like a Ninja Sword, while the other had been modified into a repeating crossbow. There were not many complicated mechanisms designed into them either.
These crude puppets were almost completely different from the Sunagakure puppets they had seen before.
"Who cares about that! Attack!" They were battle-hardened ninja, after all, and quickly reacted. All kinds of ninjutsu were immediately unleashed from their hands.
For a time, boulders, flames, and whirlwinds all surged toward the Puppet Army.
However, the results of those ninjutsu attacks were pitifully few.
On one hand, puppets were far more durable than a ninja's flesh-and-blood body to begin with. As long as their basic structure was not destroyed, their ability to move would not be affected. Unlike living bodies, they were not hampered by pain.
What was more, the wood used to make them came from trees cultivated through Wood Release. Not only was it incredibly tough, but it could also absorb Chakra. Some weaker ninjutsu would be directly absorbed by the puppets themselves upon striking them.
On the other hand, there were simply too many puppets, and they were unaffected by morale. Even after many puppets had been destroyed, the rest showed no fear, trampling over the wreckage as they continued charging forward.
At the same time, the closer puppets had already drawn the bowstrings on their hands and fired powerful Kunai.
These puppets coordinated flawlessly.