Do You Know What the Mangekyō Sharingan Is?

The terror on Dotō's face lasted barely half a second.

He sucked in a lungful of cold air pouring into the hall.

The chill rushed down his throat and into his lungs. His chest heaved as he dragged himself out of his shock.

What was there to fear?

Dotō raised a hand and slapped the armor over his chest. The heavy metal answered with a dull clang.

This was the ultimate cheat I'd spent three years' worth of savings on, damn it!

The entire suit was made from the finest Ice-Tempered Steel in the Land of Snow.

The Chakra Amplification Core alone was top-of-the-line gear he'd paid eight million ryō for on the Black Market!

Why the hell should I be afraid of a few bumpkins from Konoha?

He pulled his mouth into a sneer. The fear drained from his face, replaced by his usual air of superiority.

He swept his gaze over the Konoha group on the roof ridge as if they were a pack of yokels.

"A bunch of bumpkins. Never seen real cutting-edge technology, have you?"

Dotō had no interest in wasting words.

The goggle-wearing kid who had dropped from the sky had made a strange entrance, but it was probably just a trick meant to scare him.

He drew his sword and swept it forward. Blue Chakra blazed across his armor, and the core in his chest went straight into overload.

"Everyone, charge! Cut them down! Leave no one alive!"

Dozens of fully armed Snow Ninja in heavy armor roared in unison, their heavy boots smashing the cracked floor tiles.

The floor of the entire hall shook.

It sounded like dozens of miniature tanks starting their engines at once. Dust sifted down from the nearby support pillars.

Sōsetsu's face changed. He grabbed Matsumoto and hauled him