Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, a series of piercing sounds rang out.
Dozens, even hundreds, of kunais shot out from the dense forest ahead, like raindrops, densely packed, making it impossible to look directly at them.
"Watch out!"
Nakajima Hiroshi shouted, his hands rapidly forming seals. After taking a deep breath, he exhaled forcefully.
Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!
He executed a simple C-rank ninjutsu, but its power was no less than some high-level offensive ninjutsu.
A whirlwind erupted from his mouth, like a Category 12 hurricane passing through, knocking down a large swathe of trees in front of them.
As for the kunais?
They were blown away in the opposite direction.
Seimei estimated that Nakajima Hiroshi's mastery of this technique was at least lv3, and the chakra consumed in a single use definitely exceeded 500 points.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have produced such an effect.
Logically, if it were just to stop those kunais from approaching, Nakajima Hiroshi wouldn't need to expend so much chakra.
Did he have so much chakra that he didn't know what to do with it?
The answer was obviously no.
The reason Nakajima Hiroshi did this was partly to stop the kunais, but more importantly, it was to make a preemptive strike and dampen the enemy's morale.
At the same time, it could also disrupt any traps the enemy might have set up in secret and force them to reveal themselves.
Facts proved that his approach was very effective.
Before the dust even settled, over a dozen Iwa-nin rushed out from the forest.
Although they tried their best to appear calm and composed, the fallen leaves and branches on their bodies made them look somewhat disheveled.
However, Seimei and the others couldn't bring themselves to laugh.
Because just after these people appeared, nearly ten more Iwa-nin also emerged from both their flanks.
Glancing at these people, Seimei inwardly said, "Trouble."
At this moment, the Iwa-nin on the field were roughly divided into six small teams, and the leader of each team wore the Iwagakure Jonin uniform.
Although he didn't know how many of them were true Jonin, there were at least six Tokubetsu Jonin, which already outnumbered them.
Excluding the first squad stationed at the temporary camp, they only had thirteen people: two Jonin, two Tokubetsu Jonin, six Chunin, and three Genin.
And the opponents?
Apart from the six wearing Jonin uniforms, among the remaining eighteen, half were Chunin and half were Genin. They outnumbered Konoha's side in both quantity and quality.
And this didn't even include the Iwa-nin who were fighting the second squad.
Since the enemy dared to deploy so many people here to intercept them, it meant they were confident in dealing with the second squad.
Either those people were powerful, or they had a large number. Neither scenario was good news for them.
Because it meant that once the battle over there ended, they would face even more enemies.
'Fortunately...'
Seimei discreetly glanced at the night sky.
Okura Seiya must have seen the situation here. As long as they held on for a while, reinforcements from the main camp should arrive soon.
At that time, all their difficulties would be easily resolved. If they acted quickly, they might even be able to counter-encircle these Iwa-nin.
However, what he could think of, Iwagakure couldn't possibly not have considered.
Taking such a big risk just to kill a few dozen grunts like them?
That was obviously impossible!
Seimei had a vague sense of foreboding.
But now, the arrow was on the string and had to be released. Even if they wanted to stall for time, the enemy wouldn't let them.
As expected, as soon as the Iwa-nin from both sides approached and the encirclement was initially formed, they launched their attack.
There was no pointless talk on the battlefield. Once the fight started, it was a life-or-death struggle.
However, the huge disparity in numbers put Konoha at an absolute disadvantage.
The only fortunate thing was that both sides had Jonin present, so there wasn't a scene of Jonin bullying Genin and slaughtering them.
This was also an unspoken rule on the battlefield - unless they had an absolute advantage, Jonin wouldn't easily attack Genin.
The difference in strength between the two was too great. If Jonin attacked Genin without restraint, the resulting deaths would be horrifying.
And in retaliation, Jonin from the other side would also target their Genin. The result of this mutual harm would be that after a battle, there would be few Genin left on both sides.
If a village lost all its reserve forces, what was the point of fighting?
Even so, the pressure on Seimei and the others was immense.
Because after excluding the Jonin from both sides, they still had to face twice as many enemies.
Looking at his struggling teammates, Seimei knew he couldn't slack off anymore. He had to reduce the number of enemies as soon as possible and alleviate the pressure on his teammates.
Otherwise, once his teammates started falling, the pressure on him would increase dramatically.
With this in mind, Seimei opened his panel and glanced at his chakra - 2100 points. He then murmured, "Enough."
Hearing his murmur, the young Iwa-nin fighting him paused slightly and blurted out, "Enough for what?"
Seimei was also taken aback. He hadn't expected this young man to have such an active mind, paying attention to what the enemy said even during combat.
'Perhaps he's not under much pressure!'
Thinking this, Seimei seized the moment the opponent paused and exploded with all his might, closing the distance at an incredible speed.
Then, he twisted his wrist, changing his grip on the kunai from a forward to a reverse grip, and slashed directly at the young man's throat.
Seeing the incoming kunai and feeling its sharp aura, the young man's mind went blank. He instinctively dodged backward.
Whoosh!
The kunai sliced through the air, leaving a white trail, but it failed to hit the young man.
The young man touched his neck, confirming he was still alive, and a look of relief flashed in his eyes.
But at that moment, a voice came from the side.
"Watch out!"
'Watch out for what?'
The young man was puzzled and looked to the side. He saw his teammate, who had been assisting him in attacking Seimei, looking at him with anxiety.
No, to be more precise, he was looking at his chest.
The young man looked down and saw an explosive tag emitting a faint glow.
Instantly, the young man's face turned deathly pale, the joy in his pupils replaced by deep despair.
"No—"
A scream filled with fear and despair erupted from the young man's mouth.
The next moment, a deafening explosion roared.
Crimson flames appeared, engulfing the young man's entire body in the blink of an eye.
By this time, Seimei had already used the Body Flicker Technique to distance himself from the young man.
The firelight illuminated his face, but his expression remained unchanged.
The battlefield was a place of life and death. With opposing stances, Seimei naturally wouldn't pity the enemy.
In fact, after killing the opponent, he barely paused and immediately shifted his attention to the Iwa-nin Genin who had shouted the warning.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three shuriken shot out.
The Iwa-nin dodged left and right, but in the end, one shuriken grazed his arm.
Seimei's 'Shuriken Throwing' was at lv3 (210/1000). The ninja tools he threw posed a certain threat even to Chunin, let alone a distracted Genin.
Therefore, the opponent was hit on the spot.
It was just that Seimei didn't have any suitable poison; otherwise, the opponent would already be waiting for death.
But it wasn't a big problem. He just needed to finish him off.
With that in mind, Seimei once again used the Body Flicker Technique, arriving in front of the Iwa-nin Genin at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
(End of chapter)