Strike × Slaughter

The crowd ahead suddenly stirred, and several men dressed as merchants darted out, moving with the speed of ninjas.

Immediately following them came several shouts.

"Stop!"

"In the name of the Konoha Police Force, I order you to halt!"

"Damn it! Stop!"

But the men disguised as merchants paid no heed to the pursuing police force, burying their heads and fleeing, even specifically weaving into the most crowded areas.

The crowd erupted into chaos. Seeing the situation, the villagers scrambled to get out of the way, fearing that when gods fight, mortals suffer. This provided the spies with an opportunity to slip away.

Suddenly, a uniquely tall figure stood amidst the crowd. He stood silently, not moving aside with the others, but instead standing stock-still, appearing exceptionally conspicuous.

"That guy! He's looking for death!"

The lead man's face was filled with murderous intent. Looking at the tall man before him, he continued to sprint while slowly reaching for the weapon at his chest.

As for whether the tall man in front of him was some kind of ninja, it was not a consideration; furthermore, Nara Dan had been summoned by the Third today and had not had time to change, wearing only casual clothes.

Seeing the lead man approaching rapidly, the tall man standing in the middle remained motionless, as if he had been frightened into stupidity.

At this moment, the instincts of a spy made the lead man feel a hint of something wrong, but the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired.

"Die!"

A surge of Chakra erupted from the lead man's body. A sharp Kunai appeared in his hand out of nowhere, and he thrust it forward.

At this moment, the rushing wind blew back the long hair of Nara Dan, revealing a face as if carved by a knife and axe.

"Hm?!"

"This face, I seem to have seen it in the intelligence files before, it seems to be..."

But the lead man had no time to think, and this thought became his last.

"Bang!"

Like a thunderclap on flat ground, a massive sound exploded on the spot. The air rippled continuously, forming a huge shockwave.

While the shockwave blew the lead man's Kunai back, it also sent him flying.

In an instant, Nara Dan's muscles bulged, and he pressed his body against the lead man, slamming a fist into his abdomen.

The lead man was like a projectile fired from a cannon, flying through the air at high speed.

Large amounts of flesh and clothing flew off with him. Under the pressure of the immense force, the skin and flesh all over the man's body began to bleed, leaving him in excruciating pain in the air, unable to move.

Finally, or perhaps in just a split second, he slammed into a wall of a village building. The sound of the impact rang out again; bricks and tiles splattered, and dust swirled, obscuring the scene.

The lead man was already wide-eyed, his broken bones protruding through his flesh. There was almost no intact human tissue on his front, and he collapsed to the ground, with only his final breath remaining.

"Hiss!"

Seeing such a shocking scene, both the pursuers and the spies stopped, drawing in a cold breath.

"Is this the power of a Tailed Beast?"

"That person was almost pulverized."

"And can a fist really create such a loud sound in the air?"

In this world where Ninjutsu runs rampant, physical strength is often underestimated. Before Nara Dan, very few people could exert Taijutsu to a level approaching the power of Ninjutsu.

Finally, the spies were the first to react. With almost no hesitation, the remaining spies shouted out.

"Run!"

"Split up and flee!"

"He cannot be defeated!"

One of the spies was sweating so profusely that it dampened his palms, and he could barely hold his Kunai.

Because he had recognized the face of that tall man: the sturdy build, the chiseled face, the shoulder-length hair, the almost superhuman physical strength, and the brutal fighting style.

"It's... it's the Black Demon of Konoha!!"

But the moment that thought crossed the spy's mind, a permanent darkness engulfed him.

Nara Dan expressionlessly pulled his bloodied fingers from the man's skull, ignored the corpse slumped on the ground, and looked toward the next target.

"Damn it, that monster is looking this way!!"

The targeted spy felt his hair stand on end, and his internal ninja alarm bells were buzzing so loudly he thought his heart would jump out! He didn't care about exposing his position anymore and fled forward with all his might, using his full ninja speed.

"It's useless."

Like a devil's whisper, Nara Dan's voice sounded right beside him.

Almost as a reflexive reaction, the targeted spy suddenly changed direction, darting toward the opposite side of the whisper. Seeing Nara Dan's figure, the spy's eyes widened, his legs nearly buckling in terror.

"Monster! I'll fight you to the death!"

Seeing he could not escape Nara Dan's ghostly speed, the spy performed hand seals at the fastest speed of his life.

"Fire Style! Great Fireball Technique!"

A massive, high-temperature inferno engulfed the figure of Nara Dan, the scorching heat causing the very air to warp and distort.

However, the spy dared not blink even for a fraction of a second, for having studied the intelligence reports, he knew that this Black Demon was virtually unaffected by ordinary ninjutsu.

Sure enough, the intelligence operatives had not failed in their duties; as the flames dissipated, Nara Dan's figure appeared completely unscathed, much to the spy's ghost-like terror.

Aside from a few stray sparks on his casual clothes, not even a single strand of Nara Dan's hair had been singed, and his smooth skin shimmered with a metallic luster, as if the high heat capable of turning a large tree to ash were nothing more than a warm bath to him.

Within the System Panel, a trait shimmering with a faint purple glow pulsed with a strange light:

(Blue) Copper Head Iron Bone: Through the long-term digestion and absorption of metal, your body has acquired certain metallic properties, making it difficult for ordinary physical or elemental attacks to harm you.

"I have to say."

"Using this kind of gentle ninjutsu on me..."

"Are you trying to light my birthday candles?"

Although Nara Dan's words contained far too many obscure references, the native spy ninja had no way of understanding them, and even if he did, he no longer had the capacity to respond.

One hand, shaped into the form of a blade, pierced straight through the spy ninja's heart as if it were a hot knife cutting through butter, meeting seemingly no resistance at all.

Nara Dan withdrew his palm with an expressionless face, looking at yet another corpse before him, and thanks to the protection of his Chakra, not even a single drop of blood stained his hand.

As for human life, having spent many years in the ninja world, he had long since abandoned the concept of mercy and had grown indifferent to life and death.

At this moment, the members of the Police Force arrived fashionably late, and witnessing this scene of decisive slaughter, even the members of the Red White Fan were momentarily shocked.

The scene fell into a brief silence before the lead ninja finally spoke up:

"Jonin Nara. Thank you for your assistance."

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