Gulp!
Many Konoha ninja could not help swallowing.
They had seen plenty of death.
But death this miserable was truly rare.
Not to mention dying at the hands of a Chūnin not yet eleven years old.
Across the crater.
The Sand Ninja were also staring at the corpses inside it, as well as their injured comrades.
Some looked terrified, while others cursed furiously.
"Bastard!"
"Damn it, that's the Scorch Release Bloodline Limit!"
Kawajun, the leader of the Sand Ninja advance unit who had encountered Asuma before, stared fixedly at Asuma. "It's him!"
"That brat is Asuma!"
"The one from Konoha who created S-Rank Wind Style Ninjutsu!"
"He was the one who inflicted devastating losses on our advance unit earlier!"
Kawajun gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred as the wound beneath his ribs throbbed with pain.
That was the slash Hatake Sakumo had left him with earlier, one that had nearly taken his life.
And all of this had been caused by Asuma.
"Charge!"
"Those techniques just now needed his companions to cover for him, which means they can be interrupted."
"Close in and fight him at close range. At this scale, he won't dare use them recklessly!"
"The puppet unit will surround and kill him!"
Asuma's brutality had brought enormous shock and intimidation to the Sand Ninja, but it did not make them afraid to fight.
The geographical environment of the Land of Wind had given every Sand Ninja astonishing resilience.
And they quickly found a way to deal with Asuma's Scorch Release Rasenshuriken.
The medical ninja swiftly took the wounded to the rear for treatment, while large numbers of Sand Ninja charged toward Asuma and the others.
Asuma's robe billowed under his Chakra Cloak. Looking at the charging Sand Ninja without expression, he clasped his hands