Madara, Hold On For Five More Minutes

A cold bead of sweat dripped down the forehead of Hyuga Kokuten; he realized that while Uchiha Shin was speaking, he had somehow appeared right in front of him without him even noticing.

"Go to hell!"

Hyuga Kokuten roared, his long blade hacking down at the spot where Shin stood. With a bang, he severed a patch of blade tips on the ground, but he hadn't touched a single hair on Shin.

"It's useless. You know this is an illusion; it's impossible for it to hurt me. Farewell, sayonara!" Shin's figure reappeared behind him. This time, he floated higher and higher. As he reached a certain height, all the blade tips on the mountain of blades instantly shot out, growing to the height of a man, dense and overwhelming.

Hyuga Kokuten was pierced through the body by three long blades simultaneously.

At the same time, in reality, Uchiha Shin's Kunai sliced across his motionless neck.

Ding! Killed a Special Jonin of the Hyuga Clan, rewarded with 2000 points.

Mission initiated: Support Uchiha Madara and kill the Jonin leading the Hyuga Clan. Mission completion rewards 5000 points; failure results in erasure!

"System, screw your grandmother!"

Just after finishing off Hyuga Kokuten, the system's voice rang in his ears. The smile that had been hanging on Shin's face instantly stiffened. He never imagined the system would issue a mission at such a time, and that the content would be so infuriating.

Originally, according to his agreement with Madara, he was to join forces with him to repel the enemy's Jonin after taking out their Special Jonin, and then turn back to deal with the remaining Chunin.

Note that the two of them used the word "repel," not "kill." In other words, when Madara and Shin first discussed it, they never intended to kill the enemy's Jonin.

As members of the Uchiha Clan, they certainly knew the power of a Jonin. Let's put it this way: even though a Special Jonin also carries the title of Jonin, the gap between them is far beyond imagination. According to Shin's estimation, he could kill a Special Jonin head-on, but against a regular Jonin, he could probably only hold out for ten minutes or so before having to flee. Even with Uchiha Madara, at most they could only slightly suppress the enemy; wanting to kill one was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Don't look at the arrogant boasting Uchiha Madara did before the fight—about killing the opponent and using them as a stepping stone—it was just trash talk to pump himself up. Only a fool would believe it.

And now, the system's mission clearly stated the word "kill." The difficulty was not just a little higher; a Jonin pushed to a dead end is terrifying, and if things went wrong, dying on the spot was a real possibility.

The most critical part was the penalty for failure: erasure. It was simply forcing him onto a path of no return.

Taking a deep breath, Shin forced himself to regain his composure. The more critical the situation, the more he needed to stay calm. He scanned the current situation.

Uchiha Hayate was still locked in combat with the enemy's other Special Jonin, and it seemed unlikely a winner would be decided in the short term. The three Uchiha Chunin on his side were each matched against three enemy Chunin. Uchiha Izuna, holding a katana, was also facing a Chunin alone. Although he was at a disadvantage due to his age, he was gritting his teeth and holding on, firmly resisting the enemy's offensive with no immediate threat to his life.

On the contrary, looking at the eighty-seven children of the same generation, Shin was almost angered to death. Six Chunin were rampaging through their ranks, killing one person every two or three moves.

"Even if they were eighty students from the Ninja Academy, they could exhaust these six Chunin to death. A bunch of trash." Shin gritted his teeth in secret.

Calculated by strength, eighty-plus Shinin could annihilate the six Chunin at the cost of about ten lives, provided those Shinin were normal people.

These children were clearly fledglings who had never seen blood. They had charged in with high spirits, wanting to surround and kill the six Chunin, but they became terrified the moment they saw them draw their blades and cut down three people instantly. Especially when their companions' blood splattered onto them, they suddenly realized this wasn't a routine training mission, but a real life-and-death struggle where people would die.

Thus, some children broke down and tried to flee. The entire scene descended into chaos, making it impossible for them to exert their actual strength, naturally turning it into a one-sided slaughter.

Shin withdrew his gaze. He had long expected this to happen. After experiencing this, those who survived would cast aside their naive thoughts, undergo a transformation, and grow into true ninjas—provided they could survive.

Shin turned his gaze toward Uchiha Madara. He saw blood spilling from the corner of Madara's mouth, his clothes were tattered, and he was breathing heavily, barely resisting the enemy's attacks. No matter how you looked at it, he was reaching his limit.

But Shin still keenly noticed that the single tomoe in Madara's eyes were slowly rotating, staring fixedly at every move of his opponent. His expression revealed a hint of ferocity, and he showed no intention of retreating. Vaguely, one could already see the side of him that would dominate the ninja world in the future.

"Why aren't you coming to help yet!"

Uchiha Madara let out a roar, and the blood in his throat surged up. With a "wah," he spat out a large mouthful of blood. He had just taken the opportunity to glance at Shin's side and knew he had already finished off that Special Jonin.

A smile curled on the corner of Shin's mouth, and he whispered, "Still able to call for help with such vigor; it seems you haven't reached your limit yet!"

After saying this, he reached back to pull out a Kunai and rushed rapidly in one direction—not toward where Uchiha Madara was, but toward the place where Uchiha Hayate was fighting the other Special Jonin.

"Madara, the situation has changed! Hold on for another five minutes, I'll be there immediately!" Shin roared, having already rushed to the side of the other Special Jonin. He threw the Kunai in his hand directly and completed the hand seals in an instant. "Fire Style: Flame Slash!" He used the other B-rank ninjutsu he had mastered without hesitation. Holding the determination to end the battle quickly, Shin joined the fray.

"Screw you! In five minutes, you'll be here to collect my corpse!" Uchiha Madara almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, cursing directly.