Sama, the times have changed!
Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu.
Aoba, who had transformed into Rambo, was no longer harassing the enemy!
The 'bullet chain' scroll also began to become longer and longer with time. The blank part of the unfolding had dragged to the ground, and when this scroll was completely all opened, all the sealed Shuriken was also considered to have been struck.
Looking at it this way, the design of the system was quite reasonable.
Then Aoba began to shoot back and forth with the Gatling Gun in his arms. The already poor Kumogakure camp, under the baptism of Shuriken's storm, suddenly became even more tattered.
In the past, there was Zhuge Liang who got destroyed by arrows from a straw boat, and now there was Kumogakure camp who got destroyed by Shuriken. As expected, history was similar and repeated.
Aoba was not worried that he was helping the enemy. Was Kumogakure no longer missing Shuriken now?
This thing could not be eaten, and it could not be used to scrape bones and heal injuries!
Wipe your ass... Have you considered the feelings of daisies?
Kumogakure's people finally had a mental breakdown!
Several earth walls rose in an instant, and then hundreds of people jumped out from different directions. Their eyes were red as if they had seen an enemy who had killed their father.
"Kill him!"
"We can kill, but we can't humiliate them. Let's fight it out with them!"
Aoba was shocked and turned to run without saying anything.
Of course, when he was running, he did not forget to throw a shuttle of bullets at Shuriken from time to time.
However, the efficiency was a little too low, so Aoba, who had a coquettish idea, immediately shouted a few words at Itachi.
Itachi, who was running, suddenly darkened his face and almost tripped himself, falling to the ground!
At this time, Itachi really did not want to pay attention to Aoba, this bastard's proposal, but how could this guy's skin be too thick?
Therefore, Itachi had no choice but to adapt to the situation and create a shadow clone and throw it to this guy.
Aoba's eyes immediately lit up. He turned over and jumped high into the air, sitting on the shoulder of the shadow clone.
His proposal just now was to let Itachi be his temporary mount.
If Itachi didn't give him a blow on the spot, it would be considered that the friendship was solid!
Although he could not ride Itachi, which made Aoba somewhat regretful, the effect of riding a shadow clone was also the same. Who was not riding, right?
And when Aoba did not have to bother to run away, these Kumogakure Ninjas who wanted to catch up were immediately became unlucky.
The barrage time was opened again!
The blue fire Gatling Gun was not done yet. Under Aoba's 'Gun Fighting Technique', the Shuriken that was shot out would draw an S-shape in the air, and then draw a B-shape in the air, playing happily!
Under the shooting speed of five hundred shots per minute, anyone who could not avoid the 'bullet chain' in time would turn into a hedgehog in the blink of an eye.
The power of a single Shuriken was indeed not enough, but he was full in quantity!
He was not afraid of short-term attack and if he persevered long enough, he could still make the enemy cry.
Therefore, the casualties of Kumogakure immediately began to rise like a rocket.
No matter how fast the hand seal was, it couldn't do five hundred ninjutsu in a minute, but [Gatling Gun - Shuriken] could shoot five hundred in a minute.
This was the gap!
Then, Kumogakure's people stopped chasing.
They were not stupid!
This time, it was Aoba's turn to chase them.
[Gatling Gun - Shuriken] maximum range was one thousand meters. Although at this distance, the Shuriken that was fired out was only God knows where it would fly...
Don't forget what their mission was!
It was to harass!
It was to torture the enemy!
As long as he could make these people of Kumogakure miserable, then Aoba would feel very happy.
Therefore, after driving all these people of Kumogakure back, Aoba did not waste any of it. He just beat up all 10,000 Shuriken, and then he was ready to go back.
Behind him was a pile of chicken hair and countless enemies' angry but helpless eyes.
Well, although there were some casualties, it was not like there was no harvest at all. With so many Shuriken to clean up, each person would be able to get a lot, just take it as early delivery of New Year goods.
As for whether these Kumogakure Ninjas who lacked nothing but Shuriken would be satisfied or not, that was not something that Aoba and the others could control.
When Aoba and the others returned, Shikaku almost immediately called them over. It was obvious that he had already known what they had done today through the intelligence.
[Gatling Gun - Shuriken], a war weapon!
It just cost a lot of Shuriken.
Shikaku wanted to move the idea of mass production, but he couldn't understand the principle at all.
Nonsense, if the magic-modified weapon produced by the system could be mass produced, wouldn't he become rich in a minute?
Let alone studying the principle, even if he wanted to lern it, he couldn't.
There was only one possibility for it to be scrapped.
So left with no choice, Shikaku did not force the issue.
In fact, even if it was really mass-produced, it would be useless, because there was not so much Shuriken to waste. Every minute was spent with money!
If he really wanted to use this thing as the main weapon of war, it was hard to say whether the enemy died or not. Anyway, Konoha would definitely go bankrupt.
It could only be used at certain special times and occasions.
Thinking of this, Shikaku lost all interest.
He even rejected Aoba's request for 'reimbursed' for the weapons he had used for this mission.
What a beautiful idea!
Shuriken had killed so many enemies with just ten thousand of them, and the rest were all given to Kumogakure.
If not for the fact that Kumogakure had been crippled by them, he would have been slapped in the head by the hat of a war veteran!
Still want to reimburse?
In his dreams!
Aoba was also very helpless about this. It seemed that his plan of using public funds to be happy had completely failed.
As for self-fees.
No matter how many battle achievements he had, he could not afford to spend so much!
What was with the mines at home?
But fortunately, he had already felt good once, and there were still 10,000 Shuriken lying quietly in the spare 'clip'. Even if there was any unexpected situation, it would be enough to deal with it.
So if he didn't feel good, then let it be, this young master didn't care!
Although he said that, occasionally taking it out to scare people was still okay.
So the next day, when Aoba, who was holding a [Gatling Gun - Shuriken] and had a toothpick in his mouth, appeared majestically again a thousand meters away from Kumogakure's camp, all of Kumogakure's people at this moment felt a kind of foul language in their hearts.
Thinking back to how high-spirited they were back then!
It was as if with a snap of a finger, the little Konoha would be reduced to ashes.
But now?
He was beaten like a stray dog by Konoha, provoked every day by Konoha's people but did not dare to fight back.
How could he be so aggrieved!
But what could he do if he could not bear to continue?
I hope what Dodai-sama said is true. The supplies and reinforcements are already on their way here.
Otherwise, there was really no way to fight this war. They all wanted to go home and miss everything in the village.
They still remembered the scene of eight black-skinned Jonin carrying the coffin for Raikage-sama after he died. The scene of singing and dancing at that time was still fresh in their minds.
They really hoped that they could enjoy this kind of heroic honor after their deaths.
Many people looked into the distance.