Shinnosuke feels at ease.
He raised his hand, ready to let the five clones complete the final Hand Seals.
At this moment, he suddenly felt something.
Sound of wind.
The sound of wind coming from behind.
Not one share, but three shares.
He turned back sharply.
"Lament your unfortunate fate of not having Sharingan."
The three Shuriken nailed to the tree trunk disappeared at some point.
Instead, three Shuriken flew from the darkness and headed straight for his back.
How is it possible?
He wants to hide.
But his body had just turned halfway, and the first Shuriken had arrived.
"Pfft."
The sharp blade pierced his right wrist. The tendons were broken and the bones were cracked.
Blood splattered and his hands could no longer hold anything.
"Ah--!"
Shinnosuke screamed and instinctively raised his left hand to cover the wound.
The second Shuriken has arrived.
"Pfft."
The left wrist was in the same position and at the same depth. The tendons were broken and the bones were cracked. Blood spurted out.
Both of his hands are useless.
Shinnosuke's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.
What the hell is this!
Before he could react, the third Shuriken arrived.
"Pfft."
The hamstring was severed behind the knee of his right leg, the most vulnerable place. He could no longer stand.
Shinnosuke groaned and knelt down on one knee.
"Ahhh!"
He fell to the ground, his face buried in the soil, and his whole body was twitching.
Blood flowed out from three wounds and quickly formed a pool on the ground. He could not move his hands or legs. He was like an insect nailed to the ground and could only struggle helplessly.
The five clones dissipated at the same time because of his injury. The Gojo dragon collapsed before it could be condensed. The chakra backfired, causing him to vomit another mouthful of blood.
Enma returned to his original shape and lay next to him, trying to help but unable to do so.
Shinnosuke lay on the ground, raised his head desperately, and looked at Shisui.
Shisui stood there, the pair of Mangekyō Sharingan looking at him quietly.
The moonlight shone on him, illuminating his embarrassed face very clearly.
But those eyes were frighteningly bright.
"That Tengu just now," Shinnosuke asked breathlessly, coughing up blood every time he said a word, "What was it?"
Shisui was silent for a while.
"Great Tengu."
"What's the use?"
"The target swallowed by it," Shisui said, "My attack will definitely hit."
Shinnosuke was stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed.
Isn't he worthy of the legendary Mangekyō Sharingan? He actually wants to solve Shisui. He is really arrogant.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and mixed with the soil.
"That's it."
He said, "So those three Shuriken, no matter how I dodge, will hit me. Whether they are nailed to the tree or fly by, they will all come back to me in the end."
Shisui nodded.
Shinnosuke looked at him.
"You didn't stop me from eating Soldier Pills just now because you knew I would lose?"
Shisui shook his head.
"I don't know," he said, "I just... wanted to see what you would do."
Shinnosuke was stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed again.
"You kid..." He coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood, "It's scarier than I thought."
He was lying on the ground, unable to move. Two hands were disabled, one leg was disabled, and the chakra was in a mess due to backlash. Let alone fighting, he couldn't even crawl.
Shisui took a step forward.
Shinnosuke was lying on the ground, two hands were disabled, one leg was disabled, and he was covered in blood.
He raised his head and watched Shisui walking over, with a calm expression on his face.
"Let's do it," he said.
Shisui said nothing. He stood in front of Shinnosuke and looked down at him. The moonlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the two people.
Shisui still holds a dagger in his hand.
Shinnosuke Close your eyes.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Shisui.
Shisui was startled and instinctively took a step back, holding the dagger horizontally in front of him.
"Who-"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the face clearly.
Black hair, red armor, calm eyes.
"Brother..."
Shisui put down his dagger and let out a long breath. His whole body suddenly softened and he almost couldn't stand.
The battle just now was too exhausting, and he had to rely on his breath to hold on. Now that he saw his elder brother, his breath was relieved, and the wounds all over his body were hurting.
He also knew that the one who blocked most of Sarutobi Shinnosuke's blow just now should be his eldest brother.
Shaoyu looked at him, his eyes sweeping over his body. The burnt hair, the blood on his face, the tattered clothes, and the burn marks on the exposed skin.
"Good fight." Shaoyu said.
Shisui was stunned for a moment.
Shaoyu said, "I saw it from beginning to end."
Shisui opened his mouth, brother wouldn't have been watching from the side.
Shaoyu took two steps forward and stood in front of Shinnosuke.
Shinnosuke looked at him.
He had seen this man. Many years ago, at Konoha.
At that time, Shaoyu was still a jounin, and standing together with Orochimaru, his momentum was not lost at all.
Later, he defected and took away ten Uchiha elites, causing huge losses to Konoha.
Now he stood here, his red armor glowing dimly in the moonlight, looking down at himself.
Shinnosuke smiled bitterly.
"Uchiha Shaoyu." He said, "I have long admired your name."
Shaoyu nodded as a greeting.
Shinnosuke said, "It's because my skills are inferior to others. You want to kill or chop him up, it's up to you."
Shaoyu looked at him and was silent for a while.
Then he shook his head.
"I won't kill you."
Shinnosuke was stunned for a moment.
Shaoyu said, "A living son of Hokage is worth more than a dead one."
Shinnosuke's pupils suddenly contracted.
He understood what Shaoyu meant.
The living Sarutobi Shinnosuke, the eldest son of Third Hokage, the carefully cultivated heir.
If he was captured by Kumogakure, what would Konoha do? What would Sarutobi Hiruzen do? Exchange prisoners of war, cede territory for compensation, and suspend the attack.
Any choice will make Konoha passive.
He is a hostage. He is a bargaining chip. He is a card in Shaoyu's hand.
Shinnosuke's face changed.
No!
He must not be taken as a prisoner.
He is the son of Sarutobi Hiruzen. He is the son of Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen!
He is Konoha's ninja. He would rather die than let his father be in trouble because of him, and he can't let Konoha be controlled by others because of him.
In just a moment, Sarutobi Shinnosuke realized that he must not fall into the hands of Shaoyu.
Shinnosuke gritted his teeth suddenly, used all his strength, and stuck his tongue between his teeth--
Then the back of his neck hurt.
My eyesight went dark.
Don't know anything anymore.
Shaoyu took back the knife and looked down at Shinnosuke who had fainted.
"Want to die?" he said, "It's not that easy."
He bent down and picked up Shinnosuke, holding it in his hand like a chicken.
"Let's go." He said to Shisui.
Shisui nodded and followed him.
The two people walked in the direction of the camp, one behind the other.