Shadow Clone Technique.
Ignition.
Nen: Zhou.
Three abilities activated simultaneously.
And finally—
"Bear Paw."
Hyuga Arin slapped the back of the kunai with his palm.
"Whoosh!"
The Sarutobi jōnin saw the kunai in front of Arin vanish in an instant.
The disappearing kunai was wrapped in a shockwave. The compressed air ignited, transforming it into a fireball.
The fireball surged forward along a preset trajectory. Behind it, a second fireball phantom followed closely, gradually overlapping with the first.
The moment the two fireballs merged—
Their speed skyrocketed.
"Whoosh."
The sound of air tearing apart rang out.
It pierced through the interwoven wind and fire ninjutsu, tore through a solid earthen wall, and arrived directly in front of the Iwa ninja who was in the middle of casting his technique.
He sensed something and instinctively raised his head.
All he saw was a fireball rushing straight at his face.
His chakra was still committed to the technique.
At this moment—
He couldn't dodge at all!!!!
"Chh."
A soft sound.
The fireball passed straight through his head.
His eyes went vacant as he collapsed to the ground.
The Iwa ninja who were desperately holding back Konoha forces sensed something wrong and turned around—
Only to see their companion lying on the ground, the hole in the back of his skull seeming to mock their stupidity.
By the time they realized what had happened, it was already too late.
Trying to retreat now was impossible.
Surrounded by Konoha ninja, they had only one outcome left.
"AAAAHHH!! Let's die together, Konoha scum!!"
The two Iwa ninja looked ferocious as they pulled out all their explosive tags at once, charging toward the nearest Konoha ninja and grabbing them tightly.
"AAAH!!" the Konoha ninja screamed in terror.
"BOOM!!"
"BOOM!!"
Two violent explosions rang out.
With their final moments, the two Iwa ninja dragged Konoha ninja down with them.
And yet—
The battle on the front line was far from over.
[Experience +15,761]
Hyuga Arin glanced at the experience notification.
Extremely generous.
But there was no way he could rush up to the battlefield—he'd just become a target.
As for the dropped items…
He could only give them up regretfully.
Iwagakure dropped magic skills, even hidden-class abilities—without learning restrictions.
If he could collect five Dragon Slayer Magic skills, they could be fused into a full Dragon Slayer Magic.
And Dragon Slayer Magic had huge potential.
But only jōnin dropped those skills.
"Not bad," the Sarutobi jōnin praised, turning to Arin. "What's your name?"
Arin smiled. "Player."
The Sarutobi jōnin nodded.
He understood—it was a codename. Whether ANBU or Root, they all used codenames instead of real names.
"Can you repeat that kind of attack just now?"
Arin replied calmly, "Yes. As long as you give me a suitable position, I can snipe them."
He turned on his Byakugan and measured the distance between the two sides.
"The distance can be even farther."
The Sarutobi jōnin frowned slightly at the white pupils, then showed a look of realization.
A Hyuga.
So this was how Hyuga ninja could be used.
"Any other requirements? As long as you can keep up those attacks."
As a frontline commander, he immediately recognized the value of Arin's ultra-long-range strikes.
The distance between their trench and Iwagakure's trench was right at the limit of normal ninjutsu range.
But Arin's kunai clearly exceeded that range.
"Higher ground," Arin said. "It'll make aiming easier."
"Done."
"And kunai. A lot of kunai."
"Done."
"And money. Lots of money."
The Sarutobi jōnin was about to nod—then suddenly froze and stared at Arin.
Shamelessly extorting benefits on the battlefield?
First time he'd ever seen that.
"I'm just kidding," Arin said with an awkward grin.
"We'll prepare everything immediately," the Sarutobi jōnin said. He didn't have time to joke around.
He immediately called over two ninja and gave them instructions.
"Follow them."
"Alright."
Arin followed the two toward the rear of the trench.
"How far do you need?" asked a blonde female ninja.
Arin glanced at the distant enemy trench. He could barely make out its outline.
"Here is fine."
He could go farther.
But if he did, and Iwa ninja infiltrated and surrounded him, he wouldn't have time to call for help.
This distance was perfect.
The Iwa ninja couldn't see him, and if he ran into danger, reinforcements could arrive quickly.
"Okay."
The seemingly dull male ninja formed seals rapidly.
"Earth Release: Pillar Tower Technique!"
A patch of ground about a meter wide suddenly rose upward, growing rapidly until it reached a height of ten meters before stopping.
The female ninja also formed seals.
Arin recognized it immediately—Summoning Technique.
She slapped her hand on the ground.
"Bang!"
Four or five sealing scrolls appeared beneath her palm.
"These are all kunai. Use them as you like."
"Got it."
Arin picked up the scrolls and ran up the earthen pillar, stepping along its surface.
The two ninja returned to the trench.
At the top, it was shaped like a watchtower—walls, a roof, proper cover.
Standing at this height, Arin looked into the distance.
With the naked eye, he could barely see the direction of the Iwa trench.
But details were impossible.
"Then… the harvest begins."
Arin curled his lips, opened a sealing scroll, and a full crate of kunai appeared beside him.
He picked one up.
"Byakugan."
The Iwagakure trench came into clear view.
From this angle, he could clearly see the inner side of the trench.
Shadow Clone.
Ignition.
Zhou.
All activated at once.
He raised the kunai and slapped it forward.
"Whoosh!"
…
Inside the Iwa trench.
They were constantly repelling Konoha counterattacks while launching their own ninjutsu.
The Iwa commander frowned, staring at the distant trench as he thought about how to break through Konoha's defenses.
The Tsuchikage was reinforcing other fronts and couldn't spare attention here.
If they could break through before the Tsuchikage arrived, it would be a massive achievement.
Just as he was thinking—
"Whoosh!"
A sharp tearing sound rang out.
He snapped his head to the side as a fireball brushed past his cheek and smashed into the earthen wall behind him.
"Bang!"
A hole appeared in the wall.
"Where did that attack come from?!" he shouted, scanning for the source.
"Whoosh!"
Another fireball pierced straight through a chūnin's body.
He finally identified the direction—it seemed to be coming from high ground on the opposite side.
The dust kicked up by clashing ninjutsu blocked his vision, preventing him from seeing the watchtower farther away.
"Whoosh!"
The fireballs didn't stop.
This time, one targeted a jōnin—but the jōnin managed to dodge.
He quickly calculated the timing.
One fireball every three seconds.
"Boom!"
A genin was pierced straight through.
"How are they hitting us from here?! Find out why!!" he roared at his subordinates.
Even the trench couldn't block these attacks.
But his shouting did nothing to stop the fireballs.
"AAAH!!"
A jōnin who was fully focused on casting a technique suddenly screamed.
A fireball blasted off his arm.
If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have died on the spot.
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