at the same time.
Shayan stood on his rooftop, watching the live stream, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms.
Now he understood why the Inspection Department had kept Hino —it was to let him witness this scene firsthand.
Suddenly, a message appeared in the corner of the live stream screen.
Armament authorization has been activated.
Emergency points: Central Plaza, North Warehouse, West Watchtower...
Weapon module restrictions have been lifted; prosthetic users can claim them themselves. Reform Society will stand with you.
"I see..."
Shayan murmured softly, its voice tinged with bitterness and resolve.
The Reform Society, the Council of Elders, the arrest during the first transaction, Hino, the live broadcast, the monster... one link after another, ultimately leading to this ending.
He moved the prosthetic arm, and the weapon module, which had been restricted, seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit at this moment, emitting a slight buzzing sound.
In different corners of Sunagakure, the villagers reacted in various ways after seeing this message.
In the central square, the young people were filled with fervor. They had long harbored resentment towards the rule of the Council of Elders, and now, like dry tinder that had been ignited, they rushed toward the emergency station.
In front of the North District warehouse, several middle-aged men stood there, their expressions a mixture of tension about the impending battle and a desire to change the status quo.
At the foot of the western watchtower, elderly people gathered together, their faces full of worry.
Countless people will die in this battle.
But if they don't resist, their descendants will have to live in such darkness.
The choice between the Reform Society and the Council of Elders is not difficult; at least the Reform Society offers a way out.
As the Shayan rushed into the emergency point in the central square, the metal gate was making a piercing hydraulic lifting sound, and more than twenty young people were shoving and jostling in front of the equipment platform.
After pushing through the crowd, his gaze was fixed on the weapons rack on the wall.
There were neatly arranged detachable blades and Chakra firearms, and on the shelf next to them were many thin armor pieces.
Hino reached out, and the moment his fingertips touched the blade, the prosthetic interface suddenly emitted a blue light, and the blade automatically adhered to the outside of his forearm. A tingling, electric-like sensation came from the point where the metal met his flesh.
Shayan instinctively swung its blade, tearing the air into translucent ripples, and nearby tables and chairs snapped in two.
"Compatible prosthetic body detected, weapon synchronization complete!"
The moment the electronic notification sound rang out, Shayan's mechanical prosthetic arm trembled violently, and the vascular-like Chakra patterns suddenly lit up with a blinding blue light.
He grabbed the Chakra pistol from the emergency weapon rack with his backhand. The gun automatically deformed the moment it touched the panel, perfectly fitting his metacarpal bones. The cold metallic touch sent shivers down his spine.
On the retina, the white crosshair of the scope is automatically calibrated.
"Get out of the way!"
Shayan kicked aside the wooden crate blocking his way and grabbed the folding Chakra armor.
The moment the metal buckle clicked shut on her chest, gasps of surprise rose from behind her.
Bang bang--
Several young men, new to using weapons, were flustered and clumsy. Misfired metal bullets, blasting charred holes in the ceiling, sending rubble and dust raining down.
Shayan whirled around, "Gunpoint down! Do you want to blow your own people to smithereens first?"
He ripped the battle map off the wall, and the flame-shaped emblem of the Reform Society flickered on his breastplate.
" Hino can't be left alone. If you want to save him, come with me to the southern mining area!"
More than twenty people followed closely behind and rushed out of the emergency point, the sound of their prosthetic feet pounding the ground like war drums.
Under the moonlight, the cold light reflected from the Chakra Blade and guns intertwined, like a silver, furious dragon tearing open the night that had suppressed Sunagakure for many years.
Central Plaza.
"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"
The one-eyed giant's roar shattered the silence as he brandished his chain blade, the chain sweeping across the ground and sending up blinding sparks.
Behind them, hundreds of insurgents held torches high, and the flames illuminated their ferocious faces.
Among them were miners, farmers, merchants, and even elderly people with white hair, who now surged toward the Council of Elders mansion like ferocious beasts unleashed from their cages.
On the rooftop.
The Anbu Ninja of the Reform Society moved like ghosts, their mechanical prosthetic eyes flashing crimson light as they precisely marked the sentry posts along the way.
Bang--
The roar of a sniper rifle tore through the night sky. Before the ninja on the tower could react, his head exploded like a watermelon, and blood mixed with brain matter splattered onto the Council of Elders's flag.
The banner embroidered with a poisonous scorpion burned slowly in the Kakkō.
Gentlemen!
Rasa's voice boomed through the Reform Society's communication network and rang in the ears of the villagers.
"While our children gnaw on blackened bread, the Council of Elders ' feasts are laden with delicacies. While our loved ones are dragged into laboratories and turned into monsters, they sleep soundly in gilded chambers!"
"This isn't fate, it's blatant plunder!"
The crowd in the square erupted in cheers, and the torrent of torches swayed violently with the roars.
"Today, we will let these parasites know that the land of Sunagakure has never belonged to the selfish desires of a few!"
"In Sunagakure, no one is born to be trampled upon!"
"Today, we are not only overthrowing the Council of Elders, but also declaring to the world..."
"Beneath these yellow sands lie souls that never yield! For their fallen loved ones! For their crushed dignity! For the future of Sunagakure..."
"Charge!!!"
The roar of the insurgents swept through the village like a hurricane, and the insurgents in the central square raised their weapons and roared deafeningly.
The sounds of Chakra, the clang of blades being drawn, and the clashing of armor together formed a battle hymn of resistance.
The night sky over Sunagakure was completely illuminated by the flames of war, with the flame emblem of the Reform Society and the scorpion flag of the Council of Elders tearing each other apart amidst the smoke and fire.
boom--
The gate of an elder's mansion was smashed open with a roar, and flying shards of stone embedded themselves in the wall like bullets.
The one-eyed strongman's chain blade entangled the tower pillar, and as he leaped into the air, he cut three guards in half at the waist.
"Open the granary for me!"
His roar mingled with the muffled thuds of flesh and blood flying as the insurgents surged into the courtyard like a tide, their torches staining the pond water crimson.
At this moment, the Shayan Squad is clashing with patrolling ninjas on the outskirts of the southern mining area.
The beams of light from the Chakra pistol wove a net of fire in the night.
The Shayan tumbled and dodged the Kunai, and the mechanical prosthetic arm suddenly extended a grappling hook, pulling the enemy from twenty meters away to its front.
"Pfft!"
After slicing open the other man's throat, he caught a glimpse of Hino's figure fleeing through the mining area on the live stream, with the white-robed ninja hot on his heels.
Cover me!
Shayan roared as it charged forward, the hydraulic devices in its prosthetic legs emitting a sharp whistling sound.
The Three Elders' residence, with its magnificent Persian carpets, was now soaked in blood.
The Third Elder Satō Gen, stood high on the steps, the hem of his robe trailing behind the body of a miner.
"A bunch of ignorant ants, daring to devour their master? Hang the heads of these scumbags at the door!"
Satō Gen's roar echoed in the courtyard, and the twenty guards immediately drew their Chakra Blade.
A flash of blade, and the rebels who tried to rush into the mansion fell one after another, their warm blood splattering onto the pillars, staining the exquisite columns an eerie dark red.
A guard knelt on one knee and presented a communication ninja tool.
"My lord, the Ninth Elder's residence has been breached, and the Ninth Elder and his relatives are being escorted to the central square."
"Useless!" Satō Gen suddenly swung his sleeve, the jade-inlaid cuff slamming heavily into the guard's face.
"Immediately contact the Second Elder and order all ninja units to be deployed in full force. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"
"Tell the other elders that if we don't grind these rioters to dust today, the rules of Sunagakure will be meaningless!"
boom--
At that moment, a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the Third Elder's residence, and the gate of the residence was shattered by a beam of crimson light.
"Be careful, sir!"
Before the guards could finish their exclamations, the red light twirled in the air and pierced through the chests of the three guards as if it were alive.
When blood splattered on Satō Gen's face, he realized that it was not a beam of light at all, but a chain blade wrapped in Chakra flames!
"Old man, do you remember me?"
A one-armed figure emerged from the smoke and dust, blood dripping from the chains extending from his mechanical prosthetic arm.
"Impossible... you should have died long ago..."
Satō Gen's pupils contracted sharply, clearly recognizing the other party's identity as the Jonin from the opposing faction whose arm he had personally severed three years ago!
"Died in the mine?"
The one-armed man ripped open his shirt, revealing gruesome flesh and blood on his chest. "But I still survived."
Before he finished speaking, dozens of scarlet prosthetic eyes suddenly lit up around the mansion.
On rooftops, in corners... everywhere, rebels clad in Chakra armor slowly appeared, their weapons glowing uniformly blue.
Satō Gen suddenly burst into wild laughter, and a jet-black scroll slid out from his sleeve.
"Hahaha, trash is trash. Did you think you could deal with us by relying on the power of these thugs?"
The moment the scroll unfurled, twenty three-meter-tall black puppets appeared in the smoke.
Thanks to the research on prosthetic bodies by the Reform Society, the development of Puppet Technique can be described as rapid.
In the past, puppeteers could only control one or two puppets, and even geniuses could only control five or six at the same time.
Now, he only needs to say a few words, and the puppet can move autonomously according to its master's command without the slightest hesitation or delay.
"Listen to my command, crush them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the joints of the twenty pitch-black puppets twisted simultaneously, and their metal skeletons emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound.
The puppet's foremost arm instantly transformed into a chainsaw, crashing down upon the crowd.
The insurgents opened fire, but the metal bullets were deflected by the partitions on the puppet's surface, while chainsaws exploded in the crowd, spraying blood.
The one-armed man's pupils contracted sharply as his mechanical prosthetic eye rapidly calculated the puppet's trajectory.
"Spread out! Don't come any closer!"
As he spoke, he swung his chain blade and wrapped it around the neck of a puppet, fire-attribute Chakra spreading upwards.
The puppet's head suddenly twisted 180 degrees, and a triangular poisonous barb shot out from its neck, grazing the one-armed man's ear.
The remaining puppets had formed an Iron Wall formation and advanced, their joints spewing out corrosive smoke, causing the stone slabs to hiss and emit white smoke wherever they passed.
"Ah!!!"
A scream suddenly erupted from the crowd. An old man was caught in the steel cable thrown by the puppet and instantly torn into a bloody mist.
"See that? That's what happens when you try to stop a chariot with your bare hands!"
Satō Gen approached, stepping over the wreckage. His long robe, embroidered with golden scorpions, swept across the pool of blood, and his jewel-encrusted wooden clogs crushed the flying bone fragments.
"Get back, provide fire support!"
The one-armed man's roar echoed through Yunxiang. Two insurgents pulled the trigger, but were stopped by two puppets. Senbon flew into the crowd, causing heavy casualties.
"Hahaha!"
Satō Gen laughed maniacally, a bronze bell sliding out of his sleeve. "Did you think such a petty trick could shake the Council of Elders's position?"
Ring ring--
The moment the bell rang, countless chains suddenly rose from the ground, dragging more than a dozen insurgents into the darkness.
Seeing this, the fear and anger in the eyes of the others almost burst forth.
At the critical moment, the sound of shattering roof tiles came from the roof.
Twenty Reform Society ninjas clad in Chakra Armor leaped from the air, their guns crackling with glowing Chakra circuits.
"Get out of the way!"
The lead female ninja's gun barrels hummed as they unfolded into a honeycomb-shaped launcher.
"Activate scattering mode!"
At the command, the ninjas from the Reform Society beside him simultaneously adjusted the fuses of their weapons, and dozens of spiraling beams of Chakra ripped through the night sky, weaving a net of death within Satō Gen's puppet array.
Boom boom boom--
Five of the black puppets exploded with a deafening roar, the shockwaves knocking over nearby rebels, and the entire courtyard of the Third Elder's mansion began to crack.
On the main road of Sunagakure.
The main force of the Council of Elders is engaged in a direct confrontation with the Reform Society's ninja force that has arrived at the central square.
Hundreds of ninjas simultaneously Hand Seals; the sandstorm unleashed by Wind Release obscured the moonlight, and the mudflow created by Earth Release techniques submerged the streets.
On the other side, hundreds of Reform Society ninjas, armed with Chakra guns, charged into the battlefield. Blue beams of light collided with clods of earth and wind blades, exploding into dazzling sparks in the night sky.
The deafening roar, like an apocalyptic thunderstorm, shook every inch of Sunagakure.
Amidst the crimson Kakkō of Ninjutsu and gunfire, the village transformed into a boiling vortex of battlefield.
Countless figures fell amidst the smoke and fire; some were impaled through the chest by puppet cables, while others Chakra beams.
The cries of children, the roars of the old man, and the muffled thuds of metal colliding with flesh and blood, mixed with the acrid smell of burning, filled the air.
The Council of Elders scorpion flag and the Reform Society's flame emblem were torn apart in different corners.
Every flag that fell was accompanied by a brutal battle; rooftops, streets, and alleyways became meat grinders for beliefs and power.
Boom boom boom--
Gravel rained down on the square in front of the Reform Society building.
The Second Elder, leading over a hundred ninjas, manipulated hundreds of puppets, colliding violently with the Chakra beams fired by hundreds of Reform Society ninjas in front of the building.
Gravel and blood mingled in the air, forming a dark red rain curtain, and the exterior walls of the new building were gradually covered by bloodstains and smoke.
At the height of the battle, the road surface melted under the intense heat, congealing into a sticky, dark red substance mixed with blood and bits of flesh, producing a teeth-grinding sound with every step.
The entire neighborhood has been reduced to ruins.
The Second Elder's puppet army surged forward like a tidal wave, its severed limbs and broken Chakra chains gleaming coldly in the smoke.
Inside the building.
A holographic projection of a 3D map of Sunagakure floated in the center of the conference room.
Tens of thousands of green dots represent the Reform Society's forces and the rebel army, while thousands of scarlet dots represent the Council of Elders's ninjas. The number of puppets is not included in this count.
Two beams of light of different colors surged and collided violently on the map, like two mad beasts engaged in a life-or-death struggle.
In the area where green and scarlet lights intertwine, many lights dim and dissipate every moment.
The entire holographic projection resembled a dynamic war scene, with two colors of light rising and falling, depicting the brutal battlefield situation.
Each disappearance of a point of light was accompanied by fierce fighting and the flow of blood in reality, silently telling the story of the brutality and tragedy of this war.