My turn

With a slight mental command from Tsukimi, the 270 Shadowkhan soldiers instantly split into precise groups, each automatically assigned to one of the twelve enemies on the field.

The nameless genin from Iwagakure, Sunagakure, and Cloud Hidden, along with Mabui, who was unsuited to direct combat, each received ten Shadowkhan.

Explosion Release user Hunt, Baki, Samui, and Shi were stronger, so each received thirty Shadowkhan.

Darui posed the greatest threat after Sasori, earning him forty.

Finally came Sasori. As the strongest of the twelve, Tsukimi assigned him fifty Shadowkhan.

Tsukimi muttered inwardly.

Hopefully they won't mind. Once I unlock the third batch of troops, if we meet again, I'll definitely send a few more their way!

Once assigned, the Shadowkhan advanced together without hesitation. Their overwhelming offensive pinned down every enemy with precision, cutting off all attempts to coordinate.

The genin from Iwagakure, Sunagakure, and Cloud Hidden went deathly pale, their limbs stiffening. Faced with the densely packed Black Shadow Soldiers, their resolve had completely crumbled.

Hunt's pupils contracted as Explosion Release chakra gathered frantically in his palms. Cold sweat had soaked his back. He could no longer spare a thought for the figure at the center of the battlefield, pouring everything he had into clearing away the shadows.

Baki's expression grew grim. All traces of disdain vanished, leaving only endless wariness and regret in his eyes.

Neither had ever seen such a bizarre secret technique in his life. The endless shadows fought without fear of death. Even when ninjutsu or ninja tools scattered them, they reformed from the darkness a moment later and lunged back into battle.

The same thought rose in both their minds: I must've been out of my fucking mind to believe Cloud Hidden's bullshit and come pick a fight with a monster like this!

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