novelraw Chapter 484 The Blade from Behind
Chapter 484 The Blade from Behind
"puff--"
Ohnoki understood.
The other party didn't even consider him a target.
From the very beginning, that blond kid's goal was the entire command system under his command!
Appearing behind him was not for assassination, but a declaration—a naked, arrogant declaration.
"Stop him! Stop him for me!"
Onoki let out a beast-like roar, his voice distorted by extreme rage.
The entire Rock Hidden Front was plunged into panic and chaos.
"The Golden Flash! It's Konoha's Golden Flash!"
"He's in the east!"
"No! To the west!"
Fear is a contagious plague.
For these battle-hardened Iwagakure ninja, powerful enemies are not frightening; what is frightening are unknown, incomprehensible, and even illogical enemies.
Minato Namikaze is such a figure.
He became death itself, and on this vast battlefield, he played a requiem for Iwagakure with golden streaks.
In the distance, Nara Shikaku, who was organizing his troops, watched this scene, lazily yawned, and muttered to Akimichi Choza beside him.
"See, Choji? This is why Captain Minato can be the commander-in-chief, while we're stuck doing odd jobs here."
Choza Akimichi nodded vigorously, his mouth full of soldier's rations, and mumbled incoherently, "Ugh... Captain Minato, he's too strong!"
Yamanaka Inoichi looked solemn. Faced with Namikaze Minato's unpredictable space-time ninjutsu, his own senses had become a joke.
He could only passively sense the disappearance of individual chakra signals, but he was completely unable to pinpoint the source of that golden light.
Meanwhile, Obito Uchiha, who had witnessed his teacher Kamui firsthand, was so excited that his face turned bright red.
"Kakashi!! That's true power! That's the kind of existence I want to surpass!"
Kakashi Hatake ignored Obito's clamor. He simply gripped the short sword in his hand tightly, his eyes seemingly able to see through everything, discerning the understanding of space represented by that golden flash.
The battlefield was divided into two completely different worlds.
A world belongs to gold, to that elusive, incomprehensible glimmer of light that can only be passively endured.
Minato Namikaze's figure flashed continuously among the Iwagakure and Sunagakure armies, each appearance precisely taking away a key node.
His attacks were not even remotely humane; they were more like those of a cold-blooded surgeon using the most precise scalpel to dissect the nerves and arteries of this massive army, piece by piece.
The other world belongs to rocks and yellow sand.
He belongs to the third Tsuchikage, Onoki.
In this world, all that remains is an increasingly thinning anger and an increasingly thick quagmire called powerlessness.
Onoki hovered in mid-air, his large red nose turning a purplish-red color due to excessive blood flow.
His proud Dust Release, a bloodline limit capable of reducing all things to nothingness, has now become a joke.
He couldn't find his target.
It was even impossible to pinpoint where that golden light would appear next.
Every time he tried to gather chakra, preparing to force his opponent out with a wide-ranging attack, that golden light would appear in another corner of his vision in an almost provocative manner, reaping another life.
Fear, the plague ignited by the golden flash himself, has completely engulfed the entire coalition front.
The Iwagakure troops, which had previously moved with discipline and moved like an iron torrent, were now in complete disarray.
The ninjas looked around in terror, their hands trembling uncontrollably as they formed hand seals. They didn't know where to attack, or where to defend.
"Lord Tsuchikage! The command system... our command has completely failed!"
A trusted aide ran to Onoki's side, his voice filled with panic.
Onoki's body trembled violently.
Of course he knew.
He watched as one by one, the experienced ninjas he had personally promoted were wiped out by that golden light.
Lost.
In a way he had never imagined, the most thorough and humiliating.
That young man named Minato Namikaze, with his own strength, trampled and crushed the pride and confidence that Minato had built up over the years.
Just as Onoki was about to issue the order for a full retreat, an order that would forever brand him with shame, a muffled explosion, completely out of place on the front lines, suddenly came from the distant rear.
Boom! Boom!
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer blow.
Onoki froze abruptly, his bloodshot eyes turning incredulously to the back of him.
rear?
That was their most secure base, a distribution center for supplies, and a convalescent home for the wounded...
Could it be another unit from Konoha? A flanking attack?
impossible!
Even if Konoha's current forces were all committed to the main battlefield, it would be impossible for them to spare a force capable of shaking their rear, in addition to the Yellow Flash.
"What's going on?!" Onoki roared at the sensory ninja beside him.
The sensory ninja was already deathly pale. He trembled, pointed behind him, and stammered, "It...it...came from inside the Allied Forces...from the Amegakure camp!"
internal?
Amegakure Village?
An utterly absurd thought flashed into Onoki's mind, sending chills down his spine.
……
Meanwhile, in the Allied rear camp, which was soaked by torrential rain and blood-soaked mud, a silent massacre was unfolding.
Hanzo the Salamander slowly put on his iconic giant breathing mask, shutting out the outside air and the last trace of unnecessary emotions.
He stood on high ground, calmly looking down below.
Behind him, hundreds of elite ninjas from Amegakure stood like stone statues in the rainy night, waiting silently.
Each of them, like Hanzo, wore various breathing masks, their eyes cold and empty.
"That's about it."
When Hanzo spoke, his voice, filtered through his mask, sounded dull and flat.
"That golden light from Konoha has already attracted everyone's attention. Onoki and Retsumon are probably too busy dealing with their own problems to pay attention to what's behind them."
He paused, as if savoring something.
It was the peace depicted by that orange-haired boy, Yahiko, where ninjutsu could be used to farm. How innocent, and how...powerful.
Unfortunately, before naivety becomes reality, the world must ultimately follow the oldest laws.
The law of the jungle prevails.
Ōnoki and Retsumon never considered Amegakure as a true ally from the very beginning.
All they need is the Land of Rain as a springboard, and the Rain Ninja as cannon fodder who can be sacrificed at any time.
Did they think that Hanzo of the Salamander, this "demigod" who had survived for decades in the cracks of the ninja world, was too old to see the chessboard clearly?
That's... ridiculous.
"remember,"
Hanzo turned around and faced his most loyal subordinates. "We are not betraying you. We are collecting a debt."
He stretched out a hand and pointed to the brightly lit and bustling logistics camps of Iwagakure and Sunagakure in the distance.
"It's time to make those who used us as cannon fodder pay the price."
He coldly uttered his final command.
"Leave no one alive."
"yes!"
Hundreds of Rain Ninjas shouted in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized, but the torrential rain completely drowned them out.
The next moment, Hanzo formed a hand seal.
"Spiritual communication!"
A huge plume of smoke burst open, and a giant salamander, as big as a small mountain—Ibuki—appeared out of nowhere.
The Jingfu can reach 50 meters in length, with a brown body covered in bumps, resembling a giant salamander. It can release a large-scale toxic mist from its mouth, causing poisoning.
"roar--!"
The well opened its massive maw, and a thick, dark purple, poisonous mist, visible to the naked eye, spewed out like a burst dam.
Instead of rising, the poisonous fog clung to the ground, silently spreading towards the camps of Iwagakure and Sunagakure under the cover of the light rain.
The hundreds of Rain Ninja, like phantoms blending into the poisonous fog, vanished into the purple curtain in a flash.