Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 227 This is War

"not good!"

Scarface's mind went blank; he tried to resist.

But the world before his eyes twisted and collapsed in an instant.

The deafening battle cries around them vanished, and so did the roaring companions.

He found himself bound to a cross, with raging flames below, and the Third Raikage, whom he revered most, was coldly watching him with an expression of utter disgust.

"Traitors...should be burned to ashes."

Illusion!

Scarface Captain desperately channeled his chakra, trying to break free from this terrifying restraint.

However, it was all too late.

In the real world, the Cloud Village ninjas around them only saw their captain's sinister smile suddenly freeze, then turn into extreme fear. He seemed to have all his bones removed, and collapsed limply onto the deck.

"Team...Captain?!"

"The Sharingan is a genjutsu (illusionary technique) of the Uchiha clan!"

The Cloud Village ninjas were shocked; their momentary panic made them a beat too slow.

The next second, Uchiha Yogen's emotionless voice suddenly rang out.

"Let's do it!"

This is the signal to attack.

"Haha! The first one!"

Sota Shimura's hearty laughter sounded particularly jarring at that moment.

He looked at the group of Cloud Village ninjas who were in chaos, and without the slightest hesitation, his hands quickly formed hand seals!

"Lightning Release: Lightning Ball!"

Several Cloud Village ninjas who had reacted immediately launched a counterattack. Blinding lightning spread across the deck, transforming into several spheres that lunged at the four people.

"Too slow!"

Shimura Sota took a sudden step forward, took a deep breath, and then clapped his hands out.

"Wind Release: Gale Palm!"

call--!

A visible, violent current of air erupted from him.

The few balls of lightning, imbued with high-voltage current, were forcibly dispersed the moment they came into contact with the gale, turning into countless tiny arcs of electricity that crackled and dissipated into the air.

The strong winds continued unabated, blowing several Cloud Village ninjas who were positioned at the front off to the side, throwing their formation into disarray.

"Um?"

Sarutobi Nami's ears twitched slightly, as if he was judging the location of each enemy by the sound of the wind.

The next second, his body suddenly slumped downwards.

At an incredible angle, he dodged several blades that silently attacked from the flanks.

"Zheng—"

At the same time, the ninja sword at his waist was suddenly drawn.

Just as a Cloud Village ninja regained his footing, before he could even get a clear look at his surroundings, a flash of cold light passed right before his eyes.

Sarutobi Nami appeared behind him, his ninja sword already drawn, its blade spotless.

He didn't even turn around; he simply performed an incredibly fluid backbend and spin, his long sword tracing a perfect arc.

"Sarutobi-ryu: Return!"

A cold, sharp glint of light flashed across the deck like a fleeting glimpse of a startled bird.

puff!puff!puff!

Several Cloud Village ninjas who attempted to break through from the flank had their legs severed simultaneously. They let out a short scream and their bodies fell backward uncontrollably.

But Bo Cheng's attack did not end there. With a flick of his wrist, the back of his blade struck the knees of several men with precision, unleashing a burst of skillful force.

Those Cloud Village ninjas were actually sent flying into the air by this attack, their bodies rising uncontrollably into the air.

"tide Lin!"

With a low shout, Sarutobi Namizumi charged toward his next target.

"Leave it to me."

Ju Xilin, who had been standing quietly in place, finally moved.

Her gentle orange eyes were now filled with only a cold, calm stillness.

With a gentle wave of her hands in front of her, dozens of sage sticks, shimmering with a faint blue light in the dim sky, shot out silently like a fairy scattering flowers.

"A thousand books of rain and dew!"

The Cloud Village ninjas in the air were unable to dodge at all and could only watch helplessly as the deadly raindrops completely covered them.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

A series of faint sounds of flesh tearing rang out.

Each of the thousand needles struck their vital points with pinpoint accuracy, targeting their necks, hearts, and brows.

Without even a scream, their lives were instantly drained, and they were thrown heavily onto the deck like rag dolls, splashing up pools of blood.

The entire process was smooth and seamless.

This is the fighting style of the new generation in Konoha.

Through countless trials and tribulations using real battlefield simulation systems, they have ingrained the concept of teamwork into their very being.

Hehehe!

Shimura Sota's laughter was tinged with a hint of excited trembling. He transformed into a whirlwind and charged towards the Cloud Ninja in front of him.

"Wind Release: Vacuum Wave Barrage!"

He opened his mouth and spat out several incredibly solid, spinning wind blades that instantly tore through the air, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, cleaving two enemies in half at the waist.

Meanwhile, Sarutobi Nami was also entangled in a battle with several enemies.

His swordsmanship does not pursue grand and sweeping movements, but rather is as agile as a monkey. Every strike is cunning and ruthless, forcing his opponent to be flustered and full of openings.

After being slashed back, a Cloud Village ninja formed hand seals and spewed out a torrent of water from his mouth in an attempt to force back Nami.

"Water Release: Water Chaos Waves!"

Sarutobi Nami smirked slightly, then used a peculiar footwork to stomp across the deck, moving at high speed as if he were a weightless leaf.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

It then created a series of afterimages, perfectly avoiding the impact range of the water flow.

His posture was so elegant that it didn't seem like he was fighting for his life, but rather like he was performing a magnificent dance.

Just as the Cloud Village ninja was momentarily stunned by his missed attack.

A figure appeared silently behind him, like a ghost.

It is Uchiha Yoru.

The ninja sword in his hand had been drawn at some point, its long, narrow blade reflecting a cold, gleaming light in the dim light.

A drop of blood was slowly sliding down the tip of the ninja sword.

The Cloud Village ninja seemed to sense something and stiffly turned his head.

What he saw was Yoru's face, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, and those scarlet three-tomoe Sharingan eyes.

"Pfft!"

The cold blade sliced ​​across his neck without any resistance.

A magnificent head, soaring into the sky.

Warm blood gushed out, staining Ye Xian's black outfit a dark red.

Ignoring the splattered blood, he slightly shifted his body to dodge the kunai swung by another enemy, and then swiftly slashed upwards with his ninja sword.

Another line of blood bloomed in the air.

He made no unnecessary movements or uttered any words.

Just passing through.

He strolled leisurely among the Cloud Ninja on the deck.

Every step he took precisely targeted the weakest point in the enemy's defenses.

Every cut in his hand was simple and efficient to the extreme.

"Pfft!"

Just as a Cloud Village ninja turned around, he saw a flash of cold light streak across his face.

Immediately, he felt a chill on his neck, and all the strength in his body was instantly drained away.

"Ahhhhh—"

Another Cloud Village ninja raised a kunai in an attempt to block, but the opponent's blade merely twisted slightly and sliced ​​open his wrist.

"Well....."

Immediately afterwards, with a backhand slash, he stabbed the man in the ribs, piercing his heart.

kill.

This was a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

Just a moment later.

When Uchiha Yogen's figure stopped in front of the last Kumogakure ninja, the deck behind him was already littered with corpses.

The last survivor trembled violently, his crotch was wet and hot; he had actually wet himself from fear.

"No...don't kill me..."

He threw down his weapon, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Uchiha Yogen's blood-red eyes calmly gazed at him.

The next second, the ninja sword swung down.

A head rose into the sky.

Blood stained the deck red.

At this point, all enemies on the deck of the Cloud Shadow warship had been eliminated.

The arrogant Cloud Ninja who were just moments ago are now all cold corpses, lying in pools of blood.

Shimura Sota wiped the blood-stained kunai on the enemy's clothes and chuckled.

"Phew... Done!"

"That's it? I thought the elites of Cloud Village were much stronger. They're nowhere near as good as those in the simulation system."

"Don't let your guard down, Sata."

Sarutobi Nami slowly sheathed his sword, his tone calm, "This is a real battlefield; any carelessness can be fatal."

"understood."

Sata pouted.

Tachibana Shirin then squatted down and began to collect her precious senbon needles, examining the corpse as she did so—a habit she had as a medical ninja.

Uchiha Yogen did not participate in his companions' discussion.

He calmly flicked the blood off the blade, his crimson Sharingan slowly sweeping across the wrecked deck.

This is war.

It's not a simulation, it's not training.

It's real, a life-or-death struggle.