Eastern Battlefield Results

Uzumaki Jiro dragged his injured body, struggling to open his eyes, and used all his remaining strength to speak.

"Jiraiya, he's right next door. Uzumaki Muto's opponent is Munashi Jinpachi. Go check on him quickly; it's been a long time, and he hasn't returned."

Inside the Earth Prison Hall of the Earth Style barrier.

Uzumaki Muto panted heavily, watching Munashi Jinpachi charge at him, and drew his shuriken to clash head-on with his opponent.

Munashi Jinpachi held the Exploding Blade Shibuki but could not use its explosions; the more he fought, the more irritable he became, as using the Explosion Style in this enclosed environment would injure himself as well.

As time passed, his chakra was gradually being drained by the Earth Prison Hall, so he stopped caring about the consequences and swung the Exploding Blade Shibuki directly at Uzumaki Muto.

"Boom!"

The Exploding Blade Shibuki unleashed a powerful, forceful explosion, and Uzumaki Muto was blasted directly into the wall.

Munashi Jinpachi was also struck by the shockwave of the explosion within the confined space and fell to his knees.

Uzumaki Muto looked at his opponent, having assumed the man would not use the Explosion Style again; he never expected Munashi Jinpachi to trade injury for injury.

A sharp pain radiated from his internal organs, and a broken rib had pierced into his viscera.

Munashi Jinpachi let out a neurotic laugh; seeing the injuries his opponent sustained compared to his own, it seemed he had the upper hand.

"Looking at you lying there, are you planning to take a rest? I, however, am ready. Let's see who can hold out until the end."

He gripped the Exploding Blade Shibuki and continued to charge toward Uzumaki Muto.

Uzumaki Muto's expression turned grim. My injuries are more severe; I cannot let him get close. He formed hand seals.

"Earth Style: Mud Master!"

A layer of sludge appeared on the hard ground, and stone blocks erupted from it, smashing toward Munashi Jinpachi.

Munashi Jinpachi brushed them aside casually.

"It's useless. Just honestly enjoy my attacks."

Another swing of the Exploding Blade Shibuki descended.

"Boom!"

A powerful, forceful explosion once again echoed through the Earth Prison Hall, and Uzumaki Muto was knocked to the ground by the shockwave once more.

Munashi Jinpachi, however, was able to slowly withstand the impact of the explosion, feeling increasingly excited.

He stared at Uzumaki Muto lying on the ground, surprised he could still move. I'll increase the power this time and finish you off in one go.

He raised the Exploding Blade Shibuki to attack again, unleashing a double explosion.

"Boom!"

Munashi Jinpachi was also hit by the impact and knocked to the ground, but the moment he regained his senses, he didn't focus on himself; instead, he looked up at Uzumaki Muto first.

Uzumaki Muto lay completely still on the ground, and Munashi Jinpachi, seeing that the battle had finally ended, stood up from the floor.

However, his face was livid and his breathing was labored; the Exploding Blade Shibuki fell to the ground, and he struggled to catch his breath.

Uzumaki Muto lay motionless on the ground, a layer of sludge coating his body, protecting him from the impact of the explosion.

The explosion had exhausted the air in the Earth Prison Hall; now both men lay on the ground, waiting to see if someone would come to the rescue or if the air would run out completely.

Eastern Battlefield.

Uzumaki Shiro was still struggling to hold on; Biwa Juzo's attacks, combined with the Silent Killing Technique within the Hidden Mist Jutsu, were utterly soundless.

Biwa Juzo stared at the prey in his hands, watching the helpless victim, and revealed a satisfied smile.

"Little bug of the Land of Whirlpools, have you realized you have no power to fight back? Yes, your other teammates are also struggling in the mist. Just give up; don't resist. It's useless."

Collapse and despair in this place where you can't even see your own fingers.

Facing the harassment in the thick fog, he could not perceive the situation outside, wondering if it was as the enemy said—that the Uzushio Ninja were being slaughtered like pigs and sheep by the Mist Ninja.

He kept repeating the question in his mind, growing more anxious, and Uzumaki Shiro's mental focus began to slip.

Biwa Juzo raised the Kubikiribōchō in his hand, quietly circled to the left, and launched another fierce slash.

Uzumaki Shiro used the Hardening Technique to block, crashing through several large trees before he could mitigate the force of the attack.

Uzumaki Shiro stood up, coughing up a handful of blood; even the Hardening Technique could not withstand it.

His internal organs had been impacted by the Kubikiribōchō, resulting in severe internal injuries; now, there was only one path left.

Now is not the time for wild thoughts. Whether the Uzushio Ninja are fighting well or not, it cannot be seen in this place surrounded by thick fog.

The most important thing now is to eliminate the opponent so my teammates will have one less enemy.

Uzumaki Shiro said in a hoarse voice.

"You're just spouting nonsense. You haven't even finished me off yet, so how could it be easy to deal with the others?"

Biwa Juzo smiled, continued to size up his prey, and said.

"How laughable. Now you can only say such nonsense to cheer yourself up. Listen well, I will finish you in three seconds."

"Three, two."

The "one" was never spoken; Biwa Juzo dragged the Kubikiribōchō and launched a slash directly from the right.

Uzumaki Shiro dragged his injured body, waiting precisely for this moment.

He pushed his muscles to one hundred and fifty percent of their capacity, allowing the Kubikiribōchō to hack into his body, using his bones as a final defense while his muscles clamped down on the blade with all his might.

Staring at the Kubikiribōchō embedded halfway into his torso, he seized the split second of hesitation to grab Biwa Juzo's hand, locking it firmly in place so it could not move a single inch.

Biwa Juzo, shocked by this insane behavior, pulled with all his strength and kicked at his opponent, yet Uzumaki Shiro did not budge in the slightest.

Uzumaki Shiro wore a calm expression and burst into laughter; his goal had finally been achieved.

"Be sealed here with me, Biwa Juzo." He formed a seal with one hand.

"Sealing Binding Formation!"

The sealing talismans hidden in the surroundings drifted into the air, carrying sealing scrolls that bound the two of them together.

Biwa Juzo noticed the talismans crawling up from his legs and struggled even harder to pry Uzumaki Shiro's hand away.

However, the talismans climbed faster and faster, his movements gradually stiffened, and the effects of the seal grew increasingly potent.

The talismans did not just entangle Biwa Juzo; they followed the hand Uzumaki Shiro was using to hold him, crawling onto his own body as well.

Biwa Juzo's face filled with terror; the brat across from him was actually going to drag him down to the grave.

"Let go! Your sealing technique is starting to seal you too! Wouldn't it be better if we just stopped here? I don't want to be buried with you!"

Uzumaki Shiro's body was also gradually stiffening; although he was in a sorry state, he could still afford to praise himself a little—you did well, and I have managed to take care of my opponent.

"Biwa Juzo, it isn't over yet. With your strength, you might be able to break the seal, so I need to add another layer of insurance."

He formed a seal with one hand—the second layer of sealing!

"Sealing Technique: Four Symbols Seal!"

The four small scrolls hidden outside the Sealing Binding Formation successfully completed their entanglement.

As the ninjutsu activated, the two stood where they were, the soil on the ground receding to reveal a massive scroll that had already been laid out beneath them.

It turned out that both of them had been standing at the center of that giant scroll.

Biwa Juzo looked at the massive scroll, his face filled with despair.

"Seal."

"Activate."

Under the power of the sealing technique, the two were slowly dragged into the scroll. Once the scroll finished pulling them in, it snapped shut.

Runes covered the ground, forming a Four Symbols Eight Trigrams formation, with the scroll standing upright at the center of the Eight Trigrams.

The thick smoke dissipated, and there was no longer any trace of the two men.

The eastern battlefield had ended.