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Elsewhere, on a stretch of coastline in the Land of Whirlpools.

Seven ninjas of varying appearances appeared silently among the trees.

At their feet, the corpses of several Konoha ninjas lay scattered, the stench of blood permeating the air in a shocking display.

There was no need to guess; these seven were none other than the renowned Seven Ninja Swordsmen of Kirigakure.

Suikazan Fuguki frowned, addressing the six beside him with a hint of annoyance: "The ninja hawk escaped. Konoha likely already knows about our infiltration plan."

Raiga Kurosuki scoffed upon hearing this, his tone arrogant.

"Infiltration? What infiltration?"

"This is clearly a straightforward, frontal assault."

He shook the Kiba in his hands, the two short blades clashing to produce a crisp sound and sparks of dazzling lightning.

"With the seven of us here, which of Konoha's trash can possibly stop us?"

The other five shared the same sentiment.

Even Suikazan Fuguki, who had been complaining just moments ago, did not offer a rebuttal.

After all, the reputation of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen was not built on empty talk; they truly possessed the capital to be arrogant.

Furthermore, Konoha's investment in the Mist Battlefield was minimal at best.

Stopping the seven of them in one go would be quite difficult.

This time, Kirigakure had specifically gathered the seven of them from their respective fronts, intending for them to act as a sharp blade plunged directly into the heart of Konoha.

They were to use this opportunity to strike deep into the Land of Fire and disrupt Konoha's deployments.

Once they successfully breached the Land of Fire, other ninja villages would certainly not stand by idly.

Those villages that had long coveted Konoha would surely seize the chance to strike and kick them while they were down.

Even Iwagakure, which had already made peace with Konoha, might well launch a fresh offensive to reap the rewards of the chaos.

By then, Konoha would be trapped in a multi-front war; even if they didn't collapse entirely, the fact that the battlefield had been pushed to their homeland would cause fundamental damage.

At this moment, Biwa Juzo slowly raised his hand and drew the Kubikiribōchō from his back.

"A few brats have come our way."

The other six instantly focused, their keen senses picking up the fluctuations of chakra coming from afar.

Raiga Kurosuki's eyes lit up with excitement: "Perfect, I'm bored. Let me play around and crush these Konoha brats!"

Suikazan Fuguki frowned, his tone stern: "Don't waste time. Juzo, go finish those brats off; we have bigger things to do."

Biwa Juzo's brow furrowed deeper at these words, his tone tinged with impatience: "Don't give me orders. I know what I need to do."

Though he was unhappy, his body was honest; gripping the Kubikiribōchō, he walked toward the direction where the chakra had been sensed.

On the other side, Might Guy, Shiranui Genma, and Ebisu had just arrived in a hurry.

They had been on a routine patrol when they sensed something amiss halfway through.

Shiranui Genma stopped, his nose twitching, his expression turning grave: "Such a thick smell of blood—something has happened!"

Ebisu pushed up his sunglasses, his eyes heavy as he began to analyze: "It seems enemies have crossed the defensive line..."

Before he could finish, a dark shadow suddenly struck.

It was a massive Kubikiribōchō, swinging straight toward his head with such speed that he had no time to react!

In this split second, Might Guy was instantly enveloped in dense green chakra, the Eight Inner Gates opened, and he let out a roar as he charged forward.

He leaped into the air and delivered a fierce kick to the blade of the Kubikiribōchō.

"Clang!"

With a deafening boom, the great sword was sent flying.

"Guy!"

Ebisu was so terrified his soul nearly left his body; he gasped, his face turning deathly pale.

Might Guy didn't respond, his gaze locked on the direction the Kubikiribōchō had flown, his expression grim.

A shadow flashed, landing steadily on a nearby tree branch, catching the kicked-away Kubikiribōchō with one hand in a fluid, practiced motion.

It was none other than one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, Biwa Juzo.

As Ebisu caught sight of the man, his pupils constricted and his voice trembled: "That is... one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, Biwa..."

Before he could finish, six more figures suddenly appeared in the surrounding woods.

The remaining six members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen appeared instantly, surrounding the trio completely.

The senbon Shiranui Genma had been chewing fell to the ground, but he didn't even notice; he stood frozen.

"A... all of them are here. It's the Seven Ninja Swordsmen!"

He swallowed hard, his voice shaking.

He could feel the terrifying killing intent radiating from the seven, pressing down on them like a physical weight that made it impossible to breathe.

Ebisu and Shiranui Genma were so terrified their bodies went limp, lacking even the strength to move a single finger.

Even Might Guy, who had already opened the Eight Inner Gates and was shrouded in green chakra, found his body stiffening uncontrollably as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Might Guy's face was filled with shock.

"How is this possible? The Seven Ninja Swordsmen are actually gathered together."

Ebisu's voice was thick with despair, nearly breaking into tears: "It's over, we're dead..."

He knew clearly that every member of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen was an elite among jonin, possessing terrifying strength.

And the three of them were merely ordinary chunin.

The gap in strength was like heaven and earth.

If they had encountered a single ordinary Mist jonin, they might have been able to put up a fight using Guy's Eight Inner Gates, with a decent chance of escaping.

Even if they had run into just one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, by fighting with everything they had, perhaps one or two of them could have barely survived.

But now, they were facing the entire Seven Ninja Swordsmen.

This wasn't a battle; it was a pure suicide mission. Not a single one of them would survive!

Raiga Kurosuki looked at the three trembling figures in the forest clearing, laughing with arrogance, his tone mocking: "Little brats of Konoha, if you're smart, kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"If I'm in a good mood, I might give you a quick death to save you from suffering."

As he spoke, he slammed his Kiba into the ground, lightning surging around his body.

Just as Raiga Kurosuki prepared to strike, Biwa Juzo suddenly looked up, his eyes scanning the sky with vigilance.

The next moment, a white figure descended from the sky, landing steadily in front of Might Guy and the others, blocking the view of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen.

It was a pair of massive white paper wings, flapping with a loud gust of wind, making for a striking sight.

Raiga Kurosuki frowned, a question rising in his mind.

What the hell is that?

A giant white bird?

However, he didn't dwell on it, a flash of impatience crossing his eyes.

Whatever it was, it was just another thing destined to die!

"Doesn't matter, just die under my Thunder Burial!"

Raiga Kurosuki roared, and lightning rained down from the sky, striking directly toward the giant white bird and the three Konoha ninja.

The white paper wings slowly unfolded, revealing the true form of Aragaki Yasushi inside.

As the sky full of lightning fell upon him, Aragaki Yasushi didn't even frown; instead, he squinted his eyes comfortably, looking completely at ease.

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