One Blade, Two Middle Ninjas

Seeing Amada and Asuma, two genin, dare to take the initiative to attack them, the three Sunagakure chunin could not help but show a hint of disdain on their faces.

In their eyes, two genin were simply not enough to pose a threat to them.

However, when the two sides truly clashed, they realized they were dead wrong.

Amada and Asuma coordinated with tacit understanding, weaving freely between the three chunin, their blades forcing the opponents to retreat again and again.

"These two brats... are actually this strong?"

One chunin gritted his teeth and growled, his tone laced with shock.

Another chunin also frowned:

"The quality of Konoha ninja is indeed far superior to those of our Sunagakure!"

Although the three chunin held the numerical advantage, they found it difficult to gain the upper hand against the combined offensive of Amada and Asuma.

The battle fell into a stalemate, with both sides trading blows in an inseparable struggle.

Just then, one of the chunin swept his gaze across the battlefield, suddenly discovering Princess Tachibana hiding in a corner of the bedchamber, secretly observing the fight.

"Leave this to you; I'm going to capture Princess Tachibana!"

He whispered to his companions, then his figure flashed, quickly disengaging from the battle to head straight for Princess Tachibana.

Seeing this, Amada and Asuma immediately tried to intercept, but the other two chunin blocked their path with all their might.

Amada said coldly:

"Asuma, leave this to me, go stop him!"

Asuma nodded and quickly gave chase to the chunin.

However, that chunin was extremely fast, reaching Princess Tachibana in the blink of an eye.

The ordinary guards tried to stop him, but they were no match for him and were easily repelled.

Seeing the chunin rushing toward her, a look of terror appeared on Princess Tachibana's face.

"Princess Tachibana, I'll be taking your life!"

The chunin sneered, his kunai pointed directly at Princess Tachibana's throat.

However, the moment he was about to succeed, countless cherry blossom petals suddenly drifted before his eyes.

His vision instantly blurred, and the surrounding scene began to distort.

Immediately after, he found himself tightly bound by a thick vine, unable to move.

"This is... Genjutsu!"

The chunin's heart tightened as he realized he had fallen into the opponent's trap.

He tried to break free from the vines, but the effects of the Genjutsu prevented him from focusing his chakra, and his movements became sluggish.

The chunin Ryota, caught in the constraints of the Genjutsu, bit his lip decisively.

The intense pain instantly stimulated his nerves, and the effect of the Genjutsu was forcibly dispelled.

His vision cleared once more, but what met his eyes was Asuma's cold-glinting Chakra Blade, already inches away.

"Damn it!"

Ryota was startled, his body instinctively dodging to the side with all his might.

The edge of the Chakra Blade grazed his neck, leaving a bloody streak.

Although the wound was not deep, blood still trickled down through his fingers.

Ryota clutched his neck and retreated several steps, scanning his surroundings, only then realizing that the "Princess Tachibana" from before was actually Kurenai using the Transformation Technique.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes as he cursed under his breath:

"Damn Konoha ninja, using such tricks!"

However, Asuma did not give him a chance to catch his breath.

His offensive was as continuous as a rainstorm, forcing Ryota to retreat again and again.

Asuma gripped his Chakra Blade tightly, staring intently at the chunin before him.

He knew he had to finish this chunin off as quickly as possible, or the pressure on Amada's side would only continue to grow.

After all, Amada was currently holding off two chunin single-handedly.

"Can't drag this out any longer!"

Asuma steeled his resolve, and a blue light of chakra began to emanate from the short blade in his hand.

At the same time, Amada gradually began to feel a hint of pressure under the siege of the two Chunin.

His movements remained swift, but the enemy's offensive was becoming increasingly fierce.

Amada secretly assessed the situation in his heart:

It seems that without activating the Sharingan, my strength is only at the level of a Chunin.

While dodging their attacks, he cast a glance toward the direction of Asuma and Kushina.

Seeing that they were focused on their own battles, they likely wouldn't notice the situation here for the time being.

It is time.

Amada muttered under his breath, then lowered his head slightly before snapping his eyes open.

Within his scarlet Sharingan, two black tomoe slowly rotated, emitting an eerie glow.

The two Chunin, having failed to secure a victory after a prolonged assault, were already feeling restless and anxious.

Seeing that Amada could still afford to look elsewhere while under their combined attack, they felt slighted.

The two exchanged a glance and tacitly changed their tactics.

One of the Chunin suddenly accelerated, brandishing a kunai as he closed in on Amada, attempting to restrict his movements.

The other Chunin quickly retreated, his hands moving through seals in a blur as he whispered:

"Wind Style: Wind Blade!"

Instantly, air blades formed from Wind Style chakra attached to his kunai, and a sharp blue chakra shimmered along the edge of the blade.

He sneered and charged toward Amada like a bolt of lightning.

After activating the Sharingan, Amada immediately felt that the two Chunin, who had just been pressuring him, now appeared sluggish and clumsy in his eyes.

Every subtle movement they made, and even the flow of their chakra, was clearly captured by the Sharingan.

This is the perfect opportunity to test the other ocular techniques inherent to the Sharingan.

Amada thought to himself.

He crouched slightly, gripping his katana with his right hand as he assumed a drawing stance.

Chakra condensed rapidly within his body, and the blade glinted with a cold light.

Amada locked onto the movements of the two Chunin.

"One Sword Style: Waltz."

Amada whispered.

The Chunin who had just finished casting Wind Style: Wind Blade was intending to take advantage of the momentum to finish Amada off in one strike.

However, the moment he looked up, he met Amada's pair of scarlet Sharingan.

His pupils contracted violently, and an indescribable fear surged within his heart.

His movements involuntarily stalled, his body unable to move due to the overwhelming terror.

Amada's katana traced an arc through the air, rotating like a waltz.

"Puchi!"

The katana sliced into the Chunin's chest without resistance, and blood sprayed out instantly.

The Chunin's eyes widened in disbelief as he collapsed.

The other Chunin was struck at the same time.

A chill ran across his throat, his body stiffened in place, and then he slowly toppled over.

Amada stood beside the corpses of the two Chunin, his Sharingan carrying a hint of coldness.

The ocular techniques of the Sharingan are indeed powerful.

Amada thought with satisfaction.

What he had just used was one of the ocular techniques inherent to his Mutated Sharingan—"Frenzy."

This ocular technique could directly influence an opponent's mind, inciting the negative emotions buried deep within them.

Although Amada could only induce a brief effect at this stage, in the midst of battle, even a momentary hesitation was enough to decide life or death.