Have You Also Been Humiliated by That Bastard?!

Thick, heavy rocks whistled as they tore through the air, a continuous, shrill screeching sound filling the space. The Cloud Ninja were not slow, but the Iwagakure Ninja were not foolish enough to simply trail behind them; instead, they rapidly split into several squads, intending to flank and cut them off.

The number of Cloud Ninja was far too small compared to their pursuers, and the longer the delay, the higher the probability of being surrounded.

"You go first, we'll cover the rear," Cahill said decisively to A.

"We will provide you cover!"

The Shadow Guard might not have been the strongest, but they were undoubtedly the most loyal guardians of the Kage. Upon realizing their predicament, they prepared to sacrifice themselves without a moment's hesitation.

"What kind of joke is that!" The roar of the Fourth Generation A was even more full of vigor than his own.

His thick arms, wreathed in fierce, rapid lightning, shattered the incoming boulders as if they were tofu and swatted away the thrown kunai. Despite being in the midst of a desperate retreat, his spirit only grew more magnificent.

"I am the ninja who will inherit the name of my old man, A! I am the Fourth Raikage! Do you intend to bring shame upon my title!"

The Mist Ninja were most famous for their Seven Ninja Swordsmen, and the Mist Ninja took pride in being able to inherit those seven blades.

The Cloud Ninja, meanwhile, were defined by the A and B combination. If the Fourth Generation A were to flee now under the cover of his subordinates, then once he inherited the name "A," the combination that was considered the pride of the Cloud Ninja would become the laughingstock of the Shinobi World.

Unless the new generation could prove themselves, it would be impossible to wash away such a stain.

Yet, in conversations between those of the same "Kage" level, anyone with such a history would undoubtedly be looked down upon by others.

"We are insignificant, but you are the next A, the future of our Cloud Ninja! Go!" Cahill clearly did not care about such trivial matters as face.

As long as the Fourth Generation A could escape, he believed that he would be able to reclaim that honor himself.

No matter how eloquently Cahill spoke, the young Fourth Generation A was clearly not a brute who could understand such logic.

Gritting his teeth, he suddenly halted his forward momentum. His toes dug into the ground, the immense force instantly causing the earth to cave in, and with a twist of his waist, he reversed direction and charged straight toward the main camp of the Iwagakure Ninja.

"What are you doing! You idiot!"

The Fourth Generation A's maneuver made Cahill's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. In a panic, he hurriedly turned his body and followed behind the Fourth Generation A.

Charging at an army of tens of thousands alone—do you really think you are invincible? The Lightning Release Armor might be able to withstand countless Earth Release attacks, but your stamina and chakra are finite!

Even the Third Generation A would not have been reckless enough to charge straight into the Iwagakure formation; why was the Fourth Generation A even more of a hothead than the Third?

"If we run together, no one will make it out!"

Countless Earth Release techniques layered together, forming a hedgehog-like wall of spikes. Blinding, flashing lightning wrapped around the Fourth Generation A, and like an armor-piercing shell, he smashed directly through the protruding earth spikes.

His fierce gaze instantly locked onto the most prominent and dazzling figure among the crowd wearing red headbands.

With eyes as tough as rock, a burn scar on his face, and that crimson attire, he gave off the impression of an active volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

"Found you!" The Fourth Generation A curled his lips into a smile, a chilling grin that made him look like a demon.

The slight shift in direction also made Cahill understand the Fourth Generation A's intent. Unlike the hotheaded Fourth Generation A, he had worked hard to study intelligence and lessons in order to assist the Third Generation A.

Although Kitsuchi's expression and features had changed significantly, he recognized him immediately.

"The son of the Third Tsuchikage—is this a fated encounter?"

Had the hatred between the Iwagakure Ninja and the Cloud Ninja, which had been entangled for countless years, begun to clash once again in the fourth generation?

Kitsuchi charged at the very front of the Iwagakure formation, and he clearly saw the Fourth Generation A's movements. If it had been a few days ago, he might have used the strength of the Iwagakure Ninja to deal with him together.

But he was no longer the man he once was.

His muscles tensed, and he stomped against the ground with all his might, causing his speed to surge violently. The surface of the earth was torn apart under his explosive power, and despite being a sturdy Iwagakure Ninja, he leaped high into the air.

Thick, jagged rocks encased his arms, and he plummeted down like a cannonball.

In the rankings of hotheads in the world of the Hokage, the Fourth Generation A was clearly a man who had long occupied the top of the list, especially now that he was in his youth and in a berserk state after being insulted.

He did not show the slightest weakness in momentum; even when facing Kitsuchi, who was descending from above, he did not dodge.

His thick arms and the massive rock-encased arms collided violently.

A heavy shockwave exploded at the point of impact!

The thick rock was shattered by the violent lightning, and the skin of his sturdy flesh cracked under the impact.

After a stalemate of several seconds, both men lost their balance and stumbled backward.

Whether by instinct or mutual understanding, despite it being their first time meeting, both men simultaneously halted their retreat and locked their gazes onto each other.

Aside from the old man and that bastard, this guy is the strongest man I have ever seen!

This guy cannot be underestimated; his proficiency with the Lightning Release Armor exceeds most of the Cloud Ninja I have seen!

"Son of the Third Raikage, A. I am the ninja who will definitely inherit the name 'A' in the future. State your name." The Fourth Generation A opened his right arm to shield Cahill behind him.

Even though they were currently at a disadvantage, his desire to fight was burning!

He wanted to face this man in a one-on-one duel!

Kitsuchi watched his movements and silently made a "stop" gesture; the Iwagakure Ninja stopped their attacks in tacit agreement.

"Son of the Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki. I am Kitsuchi." Kitsuchi walked forward slowly with a resolute expression. "You cannot escape, Fourth A."

"You will fall by my hand! You will become the stepping stone for my ascent to 'Kage'."

In the brief time they had spent talking, the encirclement had already been completed!

"Ever since I was humiliated by that bastard, I made a vow never to lose to anyone again. You are the strongest of my peers I have ever met, Kitsuchi!"

"But I will absolutely not lose!" The Fourth Generation A's gaze was no different from that of a wild wolf.

Hearing his words, Kitsuchi's brows furrowed tightly together, "Humiliated by that bastard?"

"Is it that Uchiha?"

"Eh? You're the same as me?" The Fourth Generation A's fanatical battle intent suddenly plummeted.

The tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated.

Kitsuchi touched the burn scar on his cheek, his expression gradually turning ferocious; he did not open his mouth to explain, yet the Fourth Generation A clearly understood his will.

"I must defeat that bastard!" ×2

"I will defeat you!" ×2

"Don't copy what I say!" ×2