"Wow, that was incredible! He even blocked that kind of attack—how come we didn't know there was a shinobi in the village capable of something like this?"
"You've been stationed on the front lines all this time, so it's normal not to know. This is Uchiha Mirai, the rising star of the village this past year."
"An Uchiha? He doesn't look that old, though."
"Doesn't matter. With Mirai here, we're safe."
The gathered Konoha shinobi looked relieved, as if they had just been spared from the jaws of death. Uchiha Mirai's exploits were no secret—he was the hero who had led the village to victory against both Kumogakure and Sunagakure.
Now, even surrounded by Kirigakure ninja, the Konoha shinobi believed the tide of battle would inevitably turn. After all, a mere hundred or so Mist shinobi couldn't possibly stand a chance against Mirai.
Still, a few of the less-informed shinobi glanced at their comrades' excited faces with confusion.
"What's with the overconfidence? It's just one guy. How is everyone acting like we've already won?"
Landing lightly atop a dirt mound, Mirai turned to the group behind him. His voice was calm but commanding.
"Leave them to me. Don't move from here—I'll make sure you all get back alive."
That unwavering confidence sparked a fervent cheer among the Konoha shinobi.
"Yes!"
As they watched him stride alone toward the mass of Kirigakure ninja, a few couldn't help but voice their concerns.
"This is reckless, isn't it? Charging in alone like that?"
"There are over a hundred elite Mist ninja out there!"
At this, a veteran who had witnessed Mirai's prowess on the battlefield against Sunagakure scoffed.
"Idiot, this is Mirai we're talking about."
"You'll see soon enough. Just keep your eyes wide open—you're in for a shock."
He paused, a flicker of anticipation crossing his face. "You might even get to see the legendary power of the Uchiha clan's godlike strength."
"Godlike strength? Is that even real? Can he really win?"
"Of course!"
The Kirigakure shinobi, initially startled when their attack was blocked, now stared nervously at the lone figure approaching them.
"Wait... What's going on? It's just one kid?"
"Is this some kind of bluff? Trying to scare us off?"
"Don't be ridiculous! If they wanted a rearguard, they wouldn't send just one brat. They're underestimating us!"
"Take him out! Don't let the others escape!"
"Kill!"
With that, the Mist ninja surged forward.
As the wave of attackers closed in, Mirai's dark eyes spun into the blood-red brilliance of the Mangekyō Sharingan. His steps quickened, and he charged directly into the fray.
Boom!
A single kick sent the lead Mist ninja flying, his chest caving in instantly—there was no chance of survival. The remaining Kirigakure shinobi swarmed him, their weapons flashing as they closed the distance.
Mirai snorted softly. With the clarity of his Mangekyō Sharingan, he effortlessly evaded their attacks, disarming one ninja in the process and slitting his throat with his own kunai.
The hiss of ignited paper bombs caught their ears just before Mirai flung the kunai into the thick of the group.
BOOM!
The explosion ripped through several Mist shinobi, turning them into clouds of blood and ash.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Mirai carved through the enemy ranks, each strike lethal and precise. Within minutes, dozens of Mist ninja lay dead at his feet.
"I'll kill you!"
The commanding elite jōnin of the Mist dashed toward him, kunai poised for a strike—only to freeze as Mirai's Mangekyō Sharingan locked onto his gaze.
In an instant, Mirai gripped the jōnin's throat, hoisting him into the air effortlessly.
"You want to dance as well?" Mirai asked, his voice cold.
Crack!
With a sharp twist, the jōnin's neck snapped, and another life was extinguished.
The remaining Mist shinobi, once so bloodthirsty, now trembled with fear.
"He's not human! Retreat!"
"We'll all die if we stay here!"
"Damn it! Someone has to report this to Mizukage-sama!"
As panic consumed the enemy, Mirai smirked. The massive figure of his Susano'o erupted into existence, towering over the battlefield. With a single swing of its blade, a shockwave of energy obliterated the retreating shinobi, leaving none alive.
Ding!
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Hearing the system notifications in his mind, Mirai raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.
"Shikotsumyaku? One of the slain was from the Kaguya clan?"
Dismissing his Susanoo, Mirai made his way back to the hiding Konoha shinobi.
"Clean up the battlefield quickly. I'm heading off."
The Konoha shinobi, awestruck, bowed deeply. "Understood, Mirai-sama!"
As Mirai disappeared into the distance, the remaining shinobi exchanged stunned looks.
"It's... over. Just like that. All the Mist ninja are dead…"
"That monstrous figure—that must be the Uchiha clan's power."
"Incredible. It was like watching a tail beast rampage. I can't believe it—those Mist ninja were crushed like insects."
One shinobi, already familiar with Susanoo, chuckled at their astonishment.
"Now you understand, right? With Mirai-sama here, victory was only a matter of time. Be grateful—it's thanks to him that we're alive to see another day."
Meanwhile, Mirai had no intention of returning to the camp. Instead, he arrived at a secluded clearing, far from prying eyes.
The rewards from the battle filled him with satisfaction, and he didn't want anything interrupting his favorite post-battle ritual: savoring the spoils of war.
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