The Hidden Mist Attacks
The Hidden Mist Vanguard, after landing, did not engage in fierce combat with the Konoha Ninja. The Konoha Ninja crumbled at the first touch and fled into the forest.
This was such an obvious trap. Although Hidden Mist had suffered many casualties from its Blood Mist Policy over the years, the ninjas it had cultivated were extremely fierce and cautious.
"Konoha for so long that its ninjas are like children. It's laughable that they would try to use such Genin traps."
A imposing young man in a white combat suit, with two red dots between his eyebrows, said disdainfully.
"Lord Ichiya, please don't be careless! The Uchiha Clan is a great clan in the Shinobi World, and that powerful Uchiha ninja's Ninjutsu is ineffective against him, so your role is crucial!"
The middle-aged Jonin standing next to the man in the white combat uniform was the Kirigakure Commander who had been expelled by the Naraku forces a few months ago. This time, he was serving as Kaguya Kazuya's adjutant.
"Hmm, the Uchiha Clan should not be underestimated. As for the Ninjutsu being ineffective? Heh, I'll deal with him when the time comes."
Despite his arrogant words, Kaguya was not one to underestimate her opponent.
If Kaguya, as a ninja clan that has existed for over a thousand years, were truly as warlike and reckless as the rumors suggest, they would never have survived for a millennium.
"Um!?"
As Kaguya leaped through the tree trunk, she seemed to touch a hidden thread.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hidden among the branches and leaves of the tree trunk were traps, and countless Kunai and Shuriken shot towards them from the dense sap.
As the commander, Kaguya Kazuya continued to lead the vanguard, upholding the Kaguya Clan's tradition of warlike bravery.
He was accompanied by only four clansmen and his adjutant. At that moment, countless Kunai were Shuriken, and everyone drew their weapons to block them.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Kaguya neither dodged nor evaded. Countless Shuriken struck him as if they were hitting steel, producing a metallic Shuriken, only tearing Kaguya's clothes.
Kaguya was hit by Kunai and Shuriken, but she was unharmed.
The commander's guards were all skilled; although the trap was triggered, they dodged and defended in time, and no one was injured.
"These traps are indeed a bit troublesome. Let the other squads clear the way!"
Kaguya hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice.
Uchiha Nara in the center of the army, atop a tall tree canopy.
The field of vision was vast, but because of the obstruction of the leaves, even with the Sharingan, it was not very clear what was happening in the distance.
All you could hear every now and then was a loud explosion on the left, or the wind whistling through a few trees on the right.
The vanguard has already begun fighting the Hidden Mist. Ninja battles are different from samurai battles; ninjas are skilled in using traps, poisons, and assassinations.
That's what Ninja Academy teach: the Substitution Technique for survival, the Clone Technique for bluffing or escaping, Transformation Technique for disguise. Rough and uncouth people rarely go far in a ninja career.
"Ruofeng, look, the battle ahead has lasted for three hours."
Naraku asked Uchiha Ruofeng was standing next to him.
"Naraku, it's been exactly three hours!"
Ruofeng replied in a cool, aloof voice.
"Hmm, the Hidden Mist has been attacking for three hours. If we strike now, they'll have little chance of escaping in that three-hour journey, and we might be able to severely cripple them."
Naraku muttered.
As the commander, Naraku wouldn't normally be required to fight Naraku the front lines unless it was a critical moment.
However, Naraku to be a commander, so winning a brilliant victory and establishing a reputation would be in line with Naraku expectations.
Otherwise, if the Hidden Mist were to collapse after only a couple of moves, the pursuit wouldn't be able to kill many people. These ninjas from the Village of the Bloody Mist are all incredibly cunning.
During the last pursuit, Naraku experienced firsthand the cunning of Hidden Mist.
Naraku pondered for a while and then made a decision.
"Let's go! Zensui, set off the counterattack fireworks and begin a full-scale counterattack. Order the rearguard to cover the rear and prepare for support."
"Hi!"
Uchiha Zensui replied softly.
In large-scale battles, it's impossible to send all troops; a portion must be left to provide support or cover.
If the front lines are at a disadvantage, the supporting troops can join the battle and turn the tide. If the front lines are routed, the supporting troops can stabilize the situation and support the fleeing allies.
Might Guy, Genma Shiranui Ebisu, and Ebisu broke out in a cold sweat as they looked at the seven ninjas on the tree trunk ahead.
Two years Genin, the three came to the East Coast of the Land of Fire to carry out a three-month garrison patrol mission. They performed excellently during this time, and even Choza Akimichi praised them. However, they ended up encountering the Seven Ninja Swordsmen in the Shinobi World.
"Oh no, we're surrounded..."
Genma Shiranui, a Senbon dangling from his Genma Shiranui, sweat dripping from his forehead. Ebisu and Might Guy beside him fared no better, their Genma Shiranui drenched in sweat.
"There's no way to escape now."
Might Guy looked at the seven ninjas in front of him, and judging from their appearance and attire, he could roughly guess their identities.
"Isn't that the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Kirigakure?"
Ebisu's somewhat shocked words revealed the identities of the seven people in front of him.
"I didn't expect even kids from other ninja villages to know about us. We've become celebrities now!"
A ninja carrying a large sword on the tree trunk spoke indifferently.
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen fought their way through the Konoha Ninja for over 200 kilometers. They had just set up a trap here and were about to rest when three brats ran into it.
"What do we do? We can't beat them with just the few of us..."
Genma Shiranui, on the contrary, relaxed and said softly, "The Konoha Ninja, nurtured by the Will of Fire Genma Shiranui, always possess a spirit of dedication and sacrifice."
The three understood the situation, gritted their teeth, and prepared to fight to the death.
"Heh, these three brats are interesting. They don't even run away when they see us, they're actually thinking of fighting back."
A man wielding two unusual swords spoke with a cruel expression, his murderous aura causing Genma Shiranui Might Guy, and Ebisu to widen their eyes in shock.
The difference in strength was too great. Before the Seven Ninja Swordsmen even made a move, their mere killing intent was enough to paralyze the three children in fear.
"Let me do it."
A tall, thin ninja wearing an Anbu Hidden Mist stood up, holding a weapon that looked like a large Nuibari.
"Um?"
Just as Kushimaru Kuriarare was about to make a move, he seemed to sense something.
"Haha! I finally made it!"
A ninja emanating green steam descended from the sky, stirring up a gentle breeze.
"Dad!?"
The three had already closed their eyes and awaited their death, but unexpectedly, reinforcements arrived, and it was Might Duy, the Genin Konoha. Might Guy recognized his father at a glance.
"Dad, what are you doing here, a Genin like you?!"
"Stop talking, you guys run! I'll buy you some time."
Might Duy, who is usually sunny and gentle, was unusually serious at this moment.
"We have to run away... Dad! They're all Jonin, and Seven Ninja Swordsmen! Dad can't defeat them all by himself!"
Might Guy has matured and, after years of studying at the Ninja Academy, has gained a deeper understanding of ninjas.
Might Guy, no longer a child, felt somewhat ashamed of his father's Genin history as a low-ranking ninja and his limited skills in Taijutsu.
"I have the Formation of the Eight Inner Gates Gate of Death, don't worry, son."
"But that move...?"
"Self-discipline is now the key."
Might Duy extended his left thumb, turned his head to reveal a sunny smile, and his snow-white teeth gleamed.
"Dad..."
Might Guy had already understood his father's thoughts, and couldn't help but think about all the little things his father had done.
True victory is not about defeating the strong, but about protecting what is most important to you.
"Haha, I'm so touched."
The man opposite, carrying a large sword, revealed a ferocious smile, and a murderous aura gradually spread.