A Rain Hidden Ninja looked up at the battlefields on both sides, hesitating which way to go.
As an ordinary Genin, no matter which side he went to, it felt like certain death.
He hadn't learned the Water Release techniques of the Village; those required contributions, and only Chunin could access them. He also hadn't mastered assassination; just the various poison concoction recipes were too expensive for him to use.
In the end, all he had to offer was his Shurikenjutsu and Genjutsu?
He was still somewhat confident in his Genjutsu.
As long as the target fell for it.
But Genjutsu required getting close enough.
Both that Insect Hime and the'sword Hime' over here were impossibly strong.
He might die before he could even cast it.
However, if he didn't go up, he would definitely die after the war. As a Shinobi on Masashige's side, not showing initiative after surrendering would be asking for death, wouldn't it?
He had barely survived.
The young Rain Hidden Ninja was a bit distressed.
Go up, stay far away, and throw a few Kunai to make it look like he was fighting.
Hmm, that's what he'd do!
But the next second, as he took a step, a sharp pain in his chest made him look down in confusion.
A Kunai tip had pierced through his back and out his chest.
Where did this Kunai come from?
He had been very careful to lean against cover.
The young man couldn't help but look back at the water pipe standing not far behind him.
The thick water pipe was completely capable of concealing his body. Even if a Kunai flew at him, at worst, it would only graze him.
So, I'm under Genjutsu?
The young Rain Hidden Ninja wondered, blood involuntarily spilling from the corner of his mouth.
This Genjutsu is too realistic, isn't it?
The young man coughed up blood, his vision went black, and golden stars exploded before his eyes.
So what exactly is this?
A dream?
But it's so cold, so heavy, so sleepy…
Am I going to die?
With that question, the young man closed his eyes and fell forward, lifelessly.
Blood stained the ground beneath him, spreading out like a flower.
Cold Kunai traveled through the rain. Silently, a Shinobi stealthily approaching Miki stiffened. His hand weakly clutched his chest, trying to stop the flowing blood, but it was futile. The gushing blood choked his windpipe and throat, preventing him from making a sound. His strength rapidly drained, and he silently knelt, then fell forward, his body cold.
A bloom of blood spread beneath him.
The crimson Sanba Pattern rotated in her eyes. Chiri crouched at the highest point of the central spire, overlooking the battlefield.
Many enemies had gathered around Tong. She didn't need to worry about him for now, not until he was exhausted.
The same applied to Miki; she didn't need much attention either.
As for Hanzou, due to the poison, she couldn't get too close. The Genjutsu of the Sharingan couldn't interfere with his five senses from a distance. Relying solely on phantom cover wouldn't be a one-hit kill. The subtle sound of air being cut would be enough for him to detect and dodge.
Simply throwing Kunai wouldn't achieve a decisive result.
She had to admit, he was a formidable Shinobi.
At this moment, Chiri noticed three Shinobi stealthily approaching Miki together.
The Sanba Pattern rotated crimson.
Chiri drew out a scroll, unrolled it, and after a summoning, a large number of Kunai fell freely, their sharp blades embedding themselves in the sloping surface below.
She casually grabbed a handful of Kunai from mid-air, hooked one with a finger, and threw it.
Chiri didn't even look, turning her head to continue observing the situation.
Four Kunai flew rapidly through the air, followed closely by another Kunai that was thrown later, hitting one of them and causing it to collide with the other three, immediately changing their direction.
The three Kunai returned like swallows, their trajectory changing from flying outwards from the tower to reflecting off the vertical wall.
They silently struck the backs of the three Shinobi climbing the wall in stealth.
How could she observe this vertical blind spot?
In the real world, hidden by Genjutsu, Chiri had inconspicuous small mirrors pinned by Kunai on a wall of the spire building near her, adjusted by extended threads to observe different angles.
In the four mirrors, Chiri's crimson Sharingan was reflected.
Sharingan, also known as the 'Eye of Insight'.
To ordinary people, the continuous fine rain was enough to obscure distant views.
But in Chiri's eyes, everything in the world slowed down. The falling raindrops were merely slow-moving water droplets suspended in the air.
The large gaps between them were enough for Chiri to observe the distant reflections in the mirrors through the rain screen.
Silently, several more Shinobi were struck and fell.
The Kunai were either embedded in the fatal chest or the even more fatal neck, with few exceptions.
And the assassinated Shinobi had no idea where the Kunai had flown from.
Occasionally, a powerful Shinobi would block a fatal blow, looking around in surprise and uncertainty.
But Chiri's Kunai would never fly again.
Kunai that changed direction multiple times would lose momentum, and their power and speed would be insufficient to be fatal. Therefore, if someone could block or dodge, there was no need for another attempt.
There were plenty of people who couldn't deal with such attacks.
It was better to eliminate a few more than to get entangled.
Chiri quietly scouted for her next target, then sent them a little red flower.
As for Chakra consumption, what consumption was there in throwing a few Kunai?
Chiri looked towards Tong's side, feeling helpless.
Really, he never listened to instruction.
He was wantonly squandering Chakra.
Such a waste…
…right!
White Fang wanted to scratch his head, but he was paralyzed and couldn't move. In his perception, the Chakra in his body was rapidly depleting.
This wasn't normal!
Soon after, White Fang felt a complete emptiness throughout his body. His Chakra depletion reached its threshold; there wasn't a single drop left to consume.
Normally, after reaching this point in battle, he would need a good rest.
But very quickly, White Fang realized something was wrong.
Chakra was being squeezed out!
Chakra, from who knows where, started to emerge.
Then it rapidly disappeared again.
This scale already exceeded his usual usage.
Exceeding this amount was already an extreme state; he had experienced this once before.
That was when he was still young, facing a formidable opponent. By desperately squeezing his body, he forced out Chakra, barely defeating his opponent. Afterwards, he lay weakly in the Hospital for a week.
But the current situation was far worse than that time.
It was like opening floodgates, more Chakra was being squeezed out, and even White Fang himself didn't know he had so much Chakra.
However, this feeling was…
White Fang carefully sensed it; four valves in his body had been opened.
Were these the locations?
Surging Chakra continuously flowed out, then disappeared somewhere unknown.
White Fang was a bit bewildered. Was this what they meant by Chakra depletion accelerating after being poisoned?
This was practically draining his Chakra dry!
White Fang felt increasingly weak and powerless. Golden stars burst before his eyes, and dimly, he seemed to see a wide river. On the other side of the river, an old woman was smiling and waving.
Her sinister smile made his scalp tingle.
With a boom, the sound of crashing waves from the river echoed in his ears, and White Fang abruptly woke up.
I'm done for!
I can't fall into a deep sleep!
White Fang desperately widened his eyes!
Inside his body, he vaguely felt a fifth valve being crudely kicked open by a small foot.
I'm going to die!
At this rate of Chakra flow, how long will I have to lie down when I get back?
Speaking of which, it's even questionable if I can make it home.
At this moment, White Fang silently made up his mind.
If he could return home safely this time, he would definitely find a particularly gentle girlfriend!
If this continued, he was afraid he would become afraid of women.
He didn't really want to lead this team anymore.
Indeed, it had to be the Insect Hime; she was the most ruthless.
On the surface, she was quiet and seemed to respect him, but in practice, she was merciless, treating him like a mere tool!
In comparison, Tong was so gentle it moved White Fang to tears.
Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.
He wasn't crying; his eyes were just too dry from prolonged paralysis, and his tear glands were secreting to protect them.
But is this your plan?
Insect Hime!
Inside the silk cocoon, White Fang's entire body had turned purple. As the purple fluorescence flickered, purple droplets continuously permeated and emerged from his skin.
The insect swarm was rapidly iterating and evolving antibodies against the Salamander's poison.
And White Fang had become the culture medium for their growth.
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