"Teach them how to be decent human beings."
The dial tone on the radio hadn't stopped yet.
Below the clouds.
Six four-engine heavy bombers were arranged in an inverted V-formation. The fuselages were painted with dark gray anti-aircraft paint.
The heavy propellers tore through the thin air.
The dry, grinding sound of hydraulic motors could be heard coming from the underside of the aircraft.
Clang.
Two ten-meter-long alloy doors slid open slowly to the sides, and cold air rushed into the cabin.
The bombardier pushed down the red lever.
The retaining clips pop open.
Six streamlined bombs, each three meters long, detached from their racks.
The missile body is jet black, with four cross-shaped stabilizing fins at the tail.
Gravity takes over instantly.
The bomb landed nose-down on the ground.
The air was violently forced out by the warhead, emitting a piercing "whoosh."
The sound crashed down from high above, growing louder and louder, like a hacksaw cutting through an iron pipe.
Below.
Behind the 100-meter-thick Ten Thousand-Person Earth Style Wall.
Ten thousand elite Iwagakure warriors collapsed onto the cracked, Kitsuchi.
A piercing shriek came from below.
Many people looked up, their necks aching from craning their necks.
It was too dark to see what was falling; all I could hear was the agonizing sound.
"There's a hidden weapon!"
A Chunin shouted and frantically reached for the Kunai at his waist.
He pulled out the Kunai, his hand still trembling.
An old soldier leaned against the granite wall nearby.
He was holding a dented aluminum kettle and was pouring water into his mouth.
Hearing the shout, the veteran stopped what he was doing and wiped the water from his mouth with the back of his hand.
He looked up at the sky.
He forced a laugh, his lips chapped and cracked.
"What's the panic?"
The veteran tapped the Chunin's helmet with his water bottle. A "clang" sounded.
"They're throwing Explosive Tag from up there."
The veteran reached out and patted the black granite wall behind him.
The stone is hard and cold.
"A mountain formed by the Chakra of tens of thousands of people, a 100-meter-thick layer of solid rock."
The veteran's spittle flew into the air.
"Even if you plaster this wall with Explosive Tag and keep it going for a whole day and night, not even a layer of stone will come off."
He hung the kettle back on his belt.
The people of Konoha got desperate. They started smashing rocks with lumps of iron to hear the sound.
The nearby Iwa ninja heard this.
My tense back slowly relaxed.
Someone sheathed the long sword that had been drawn halfway.
Some people simply lay on the ground with their legs crossed.
"This broken iron shell can smash through mountains; I ate the stones on the ground."
A young man Genin a laugh and joked with his companion.
As my extremely tense nerves relaxed, a wave of fatigue washed over me instantly.
A sense of relief, as if they had escaped death, permeated the area behind the defensive line.
The Kitsuchi stands on the high slope.
He didn't laugh.
His intuition told him something was wrong. The commander of Konoha wouldn't do something so foolish.
He stared at the sky.
The shrieking sound was already getting closer overhead.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Six dull thuds echoed in succession on the top of the Earth Style Wall and the outer cliff face.
The sound wasn't loud.
There was no deafening explosion. There was no towering Kakkō.
Not even a speck of stone dust was produced.
It's like six chopsticks falling into a mud pit.
"A dud?"
The young Genin who had just said he wanted to eat stones was stunned.
He scratched the mud off his forehead. " Konoha's firearms can get damp too?"
A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.
The laughter hadn't even subsided.
A strange noise came from deep within the granite wall.
"Buzzing--"
The sound was an extremely high-frequency mechanical vibration, so fast that it exceeded the comfort zone of the human ear.
The vibrations made my gums ache.
The sensors in front of the bunker buster activated the instant it made contact with the wall.
The warhead casing retracts, revealing a ring of high-hardness tungsten steel oscillating drill bit.
The miniature Chakra engine at the rear is running at full power.
The drill bit was spinning wildly at a speed of tens of thousands of revolutions per second.
The granite was like a piece of soft tofu in front of the drill bit.
The stone was pulverized into fine white stone powder, which sprayed out wildly from the slag discharge chute at the tail of the bomb.
Six bombs. Like six crazed earth dragons.
They drove straight into the solid mountainside, which was 100 meters thick.
Ten meters. Thirty meters. Fifty meters.
The high slope beneath the Kitsuchi began to tremble.
He sensed it. The epicenter wasn't outside; it was inside the wall!
His face turned deathly pale. He abruptly turned around.
He was targeting the ten thousand unsuspecting Iwa ninja below.
"Run!"
A distorted roar squeezed out of Kitsuchi's throat.
"Get away from the wall! Get all of you away!"
He roared so loudly that his throat cracked, and he coughed up blood onto the ground.
The Iwa ninja below looked completely bewildered.
The veteran had just taken the canteen off and was about to take his second sip.
Why are you running...?
Before he could finish speaking...
The delayed fuse of the bunker buster is located in the core area of Earth Style Wall.
Bottom reached.
Detonate.
"Boom!!!"
The sound did not come from the air.
It's like being smashed directly into a person's bone marrow from the ground, from the stone.
The entire world lost its balance in that instant.
A 100-meter-thick black-gray granite wall.
Several huge bulges suddenly appeared on the surface.
The stone was forcibly stretched apart by the internal energy, like dough.
Then, a blinding red light shone through the cracks in the stone.
The wall collapsed.
No, it didn't collapse.
It is a complete disintegration from the core outwards.
Millions of tons of granite were shattered into countless pieces by the impact of the high-explosive charge inside.
From as small as a fist to as large as a house.
It was accompanied by air currents of several thousand degrees Celsius.
Like a reverse downpour, it poured down from top to bottom, overwhelming the Iwagakure behind them.
The veteran's vision was filled by a black stone the size of a door panel.
The kettle in his hand fell to the ground.
His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't even scream for help.
The stone struck him heavily in the chest.
"Puff."
The dull thud of flesh being crushed.
The veteran's upper body was reduced to a pulp. Internal organs and broken bones were crammed together, smeared red and white on the Kitsuchi earth beneath him.
The kettle was crushed into a flat disc. Water flowed out and mixed with blood.
The young Genin who was joking had just turned around and taken two steps.
A sharp piece of rock shot at him from behind like a cannonball.
It pierced directly through his lumbar spine.
A large hole was torn open in the Genin's stomach. He flew five or six meters, twitched twice on the ground, and then lay still.
Screams. The sound of bones breaking. The roar of stones hitting the ground.
The meat grinder is running.
Thousands of tons of rubble came crashing down like a tsunami.
The elites of Iwagakure didn't even have time to Hand Seals for defense.
The Chakra shield was like paper in the face of a falling rock weighing several tons; it shattered at the slightest touch.
Someone was hit on the head by a boulder, and their skull exploded like a watermelon.
Some people were pinned down by their lower bodies, their hands gripping the soil tightly, howling in agony beneath the pile of stones.
More stones rained down, completely silencing the cries of agony.
A boulder weighing several hundred tons crashed into the most densely populated area.
Dozens of people vanished in an instant.
A large crater was smashed into the ground. Blood gushed out from the cracks in the rocks.
The air was filled with the stench of crushed meat and the acrid smell of lime powder.
The defenses have collapsed.
An absolute defense of 10,000 men couldn't even last a minute against a bunker buster.
It turned into a graveyard of rubble that buried itself.
The Kitsuchi stands on the edge of the high slope.
The blast wave knocked him to the ground. He rolled several times in the mud, his face covered in dirt.
He got up.
Everywhere I looked, there was only despair.
The Earth Style Wall in front was gone, leaving only a huge gap.
Beneath my feet, of the original ten thousand elite soldiers, less than one in ten survived.
Severed limbs and broken arms were everywhere.
The flesh and blood were mangled and torn beneath the stone.
A tattered flag embroidered with the Iwagakure emblem lay planted in a pile of stones. The flagpole was broken in half. The flag was covered in black blood.
Dust filled the air, like a thick fog.
From within the fog came the heavy creak of mechanical tracks.
"Gala. Gala."
The sound pierced through the dust.
The Kitsuchi raised its head.
The gray fog was pushed aside.
A massive, dark green Chakra drove in through the gap in the Earth Style Wall.
Several human legs, crushed by the explosion, were still hanging on the heavy bulldozer blade at the front.
The tracks relentlessly crushed the rubble and corpses on the ground.
The bones were crushed by the iron teeth, making a chilling crunching sound.
Thick smoke billowed from the black exhaust pipe.
One after another.
Konoha's armored vehicle convoy was like a steel beast unleashed from its cage.
They drove in, stepping over the flesh and blood of ten thousand Iwagakure.
Kitsuchi's eyes instantly turned red.
His eyes were filled with bulging blood vessels, so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
He looked at his companion lying on the ground, half of his body crushed. That was his brother who had been through thick and thin with him for over a decade.
He looked at the Iwagakure flag, which had been crushed into the mud by the train tracks.
My lungs felt like they were about to burst.
A surge of violent anger shot straight to the top of his head.
"Ah--!"
The Kitsuchi raised its head and let out a blood-curdling roar.
His voice was hoarse and cracked, filled with a death wish.
He did not Hand Seals.
The Chakra within his body had long been drained by the Ten Thousand-Person Earth Style Wall just now.
He clenched his fists.
The fingernails dug deep into the flesh of the palm. Blood dripped down between the fingers.
He suddenly rushed down the slope.
He took a step forward, treading on the gravel stained with his comrades' blood.
His boots slipped on the rocks. He regained his balance and kept charging forward.
unarmed.
Facing the lead vehicle, Chakra weighing tens of tons.
He charged at it like a madman.
Ōnoki was still behind.
He needs to buy time.
Even if it costs me my life, even if it only stops the tracks for a second.
In Kitsuchi's eyes, there was only that huge turret.
He strode over a headless corpse.
His right foot slammed heavily onto the scorched earth in front of the tank.
Arms outstretched.
It crashed into the cold steel.