After being caught in the fire tornado, they were dragged into its center by its immense suction and continuously roasted by the flames, like chickens on a spit.
Even for ninjas, getting hit by this move would be extremely troublesome and cause massive damage.
However, Oguri Hayashi knew that this attack was merely a test.
The enemy definitely had a follow-up move, but would it be defense or evasion?
Oguri Hayashi kept his eyes fixed on them.
Only after squeezing every last bit of information and every hidden card out of the enemy would he deliver the final, fatal blow. That was what a ninja should do.
No, what a ninja should truly do was deny the enemy any opportunity at all. But when facing transmigrators who might have come from his hometown, Oguri Hayashi had selfish motives of his own. Making a decision that could get his subordinates killed... he really was only human.
But they would never be better than him.
After attending the Ninja Academy and fighting for several years on the battlefield, he had finally become a qualified ninja.
Or rather, an outstanding one.
They had split up. Their armor's protective magic could probably only be used once or twice, or perhaps they simply lacked confidence in its ability to withstand this kind of energy attack.
The three of them scattered in different directions. The first thing to do was eliminate their support.
But...
He disappeared?
After the three of them scattered, that support had actually vanished?
It was not the Body Flicker Technique. He could sense the sound of air being cut, the flow of Chakra, and the sound of the enemy landing. Though faint, every sound became amplified on the battlefield, making one extremely sensitive to them.
Yet the enemy had simply vanished without warning.
Nor was it "Evanesco." The enemy had not chanted anything. If he had, Oguri Hayashi would have heard it.
Then there were only a few possible answers. Considering that they could use spells and came from the world of Harry Potter, the answer was limited to only a few possibilities.
"Did he bring out the Invisibility Cloak too?" Oguri Hayashi took out three shuriken and threw them toward the three directions where Joe might have gone.
If he had not learned Apparition, he should still be nearby. After all, the wizards in Harry Potter were physically weak. No matter how fast they ran, they could not possibly have gone very far.
His guess was correct. One of the three shuriken struck the enemy directly.
Joe was wearing the Invisibility Cloak and retreating from the battlefield. Without the Byakugan, it should have been impossible for the enemy to find and hit him.
So far, they had encountered three full teams of twelve Konoha ninjas, yet they had not encountered a single ninja with a Bloodline Limit. Naturally, this squad did not have one either; they had already confirmed it, since the Byakugan was so conspicuous.
But why did the enemy know he was here?
When the shuriken pierced through him—dressed in a British gentleman's jacket beneath a robe—Joe coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground in disbelief. He turned back to look at the... boy in the tree?
He was even younger than him?!
"Damn it, Joe is finished. We can only rely on ourselves now." After being hit by a shuriken, Joe would not die immediately, but all his abilities had been crippled. He could no longer continue casting spells.
"Ruan, suppress them. I'll deal with their captain."
Ling Chaozong adapted immediately and shouted.
With his back against a large tree, Ruan Takou never stopped firing his G36. It was as though his magazine contained endless bullets, and the barrel had not even reddened. His sustained firepower was comparable to two light machine guns!
The three subordinates could not see the enemy's projectiles at all. Those projectiles were unimaginably fast, but no matter how formidable they were, they could not penetrate the trees behind which they were hiding.
The enemy seemed to know their positions like the back of his hand, making it very difficult for them to get close. But... they were ninjas.
The three exchanged hand signals and simultaneously used the Shadow Clone Jutsu. Six figures appeared in the enemy's field of vision at once.
The enemy only had one weapon, and its muzzle could only aim in one direction. No matter whom he attacked, the three originals formed a hand seal in an instant.
Substitution Technique!
Using the Transformation Jutsu, Clone Jutsu, and Substitution Jutsu as naturally as one used one's limbs was the most basic requirement for graduating from the Ninja Academy. Ninjas proficient in the three techniques could greatly improve their chances of survival, just like now.
The enemy held his gun steady as a rock and swept its muzzle from left to right, firing directly at the six charging figures.
Had they truly rushed forward, they would have been gunned down in an instant. But before the enemy fired, the Substitution Technique had already turned them into logs.
Kimura, positioned above Ruan Takou, looped a steel wire around Ruan Takou's neck and lifted him off the ground. Another seized his legs, determined to pull hard enough to separate his spine in an instant. The last was a taijutsu ninja. One hand grabbed Ruan Takou's arm, while the other drove a kunai into his heart with the full force of his body.
Ruan Takou's eyes widened. He had never imagined that after surviving the first brutal world of modern warfare, he would die in a ninja village from such a feudal world...
"Gah..." He spat out a mouthful of blood. "I refuse to accept this..."
Those were his final three words.
The three of them panted for a few breaths and exchanged glances. After resting briefly, they walked over to Joe, finished off the struggling man on the ground, and headed together toward the Chunin battlefield.
Though their strength was limited, they could still play a considerable role in a Chunin battle.
When they arrived at the battlefield, all three widened their eyes. They watched Oguri Hayashi, standing behind Ling Chaozong, drive a kunai into his back, and drew in sharp breaths.
"As expected of the captain." They had always used ninjutsu, taijutsu, and shuriken to kill enemies, but there was no doubt that their captain was the strongest. Yet Oguri Hayashi, who had resolved his own battle at the same time, was neither wounded nor disheveled. Dealing with the enemy had taken him no effort at all.
It was as if a Special Jonin had dealt with a Chunin.
They could not help but feel profound respect.
"Thank you, and goodbye." Oguri Hayashi's gaze was calm as he spoke softly beside Ling Chaozong's ear.
Ling Chaozong's eyes were furious and pained. He had never imagined that Oguri Hayashi would be so despicable, using such methods to deceive him. Before even a tenth of his abilities could be brought into play, he had been dealt with in an instant.
But how could this world contain such a freak?!
Carrying that eternal question, he pitched forward and fell into the mud.
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