radicalducati Chapter 105: First Conflict, Even with Enhancements, We Can't Win
Chapter 105: First Conflict, Even with Enhancements, We Can't Win
At the border, Negishi Kusanagi stood atop a hill, gazing into the distance. There, the Konoha army was approaching. Leading them were two powerful clans, possessing high-level bloodlines in the ninja world: the Hyuga clan's Byakugan and the Uchiha clan's Sharingan.
He took a deep breath. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous, but he had no way out. Behind him stood five hundred ninjas he had personally selected. They might be weaker, less equipped, and less experienced than their opponents.
But now they suddenly have a belief: from this day forward, the Grass Ninja Village will no longer be a fence-sitter; from this day forward, they are the independents.
coming.
Negishi Kusanagi squinted; Konoha's vanguard had come into view. It was the advance team of the Uchiha clan, about fifty people, personally led by Uchiha Fugaku.
"Get ready."
The ninjas behind him gripped their kunai tightly and held their breath.
Five hundred to fifty, the advantage is in my hands, but there are still nine hundred and fifty people behind me.
Negishi Kusanagi stared at the approaching enemy and suddenly laughed, "Come on. Let me see just how strong this so-called prestigious family really is."
With a wave of his hand, the battle formation was instantly set up.
Four hundred grass ninjas were scattered on the hillside and in the nearby woods behind them, which were the ambush points they had carefully chosen.
With the help of the terrain and the number of people, they could at least... at least inflict heavy damage on the enemy, Negishi Kusanagi told himself.
Fugaku Uchiha stopped in an open area about two hundred meters from the hill and raised his hand to signal the group to stop.
His Sharingan, with its three tomoe, calmly swept across the hills and forests ahead, revealing every possible shadow that might be hiding an enemy.
"Seventy-three men in the woods on the left flank, fifty-five men behind the pile of rocks on the right flank, and the main force on the slope in front... two hundred and seventy-two men."
He whispered to his deputy beside him, "A crude encirclement formation."
"Should we notify the main force in the rear?" the deputy asked.
"No need, just penetrate directly."
Before he could finish speaking, Fugaku Uchiha was the first to rush out.
Fifty Uchiha ninjas followed closely behind, without any complicated maneuvers or probing feints, charging straight and unpretentiously toward the hill.
"Release!" Negishi Kusa ordered in a hoarse voice.
In an instant, kunai and shuriken rained down, mixed with explosive tags and scattered fire and wind ninjutsu.
The dense, whistling sounds almost blended together, completely covering the space in front of the Uchiha group.
Fugaku Uchiha didn't even slow down. His Sharingan spun at high speed, clearly capturing and predicting the trajectory of every incoming ninja tool and every ninjutsu.
His body moved through the attacks with incredible flexibility and precision.
He spun, turned to the side, lowered himself, and leaned back, his movements as fluid as a dance, yet not a single kunai could touch the hem of his clothes.
The same was true of his people behind him.
The crimson eyes left red streaks as they sped along, and the entire team was like a red-hot dagger, easily slicing through the seemingly impenetrable long-range attack network.
Even those few attacks that could not be completely avoided were precisely blocked or detonated in advance by them using kunai.
"How is this possible!" A young grass ninja stared wide-eyed, his hand holding the kunai trembling.
The distance between the two sides closed rapidly within a few seconds.
"Close combat, hold them off!" Negishi Kusanagi drew his long sword and charged forward. He had to take the lead; he was the commander!
Negishi Kusanagi's sword was swift, slashing towards Uchiha Fugaku's neck with a killing intent; however, the blade only struck a blurry image.
Fugaku's true form had already appeared to his left, kicking him in the ribs. Negishi Kusanagi felt a tremendous force and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a tree, a sweet taste rising in his throat.
Fugaku Uchiha didn't even glance at him before rushing into the grass ninja formation.
The massacre began.
No, perhaps "harvest" would be a more accurate term.
With the Sharingan's keen insight, they can always anticipate their opponent's attacks and launch a counterattack from the most difficult angles.
The Grass Ninjas' numerical advantage proved futile in the face of such a stark difference in individual strength.
Often, three or four Grass Ninja would gang up on one Uchiha, only to find that all their coordination had been seen through, all their attacks had landed on empty air, and then the opponent would seize the fleeting opening and kill them with a single blow.
A kunai pierced his heart, a shuriken slit his throat, and a fire-style technique burned his body at close range... Screams and muffled groans of impending death rose and fell.
A Grass Ninja Jonin roared as he formed hand seals: "Earth Release: Earth Rising Spear!"
Sharp stone pillars pierced the ground.
The Uchiha youth in front of him turned his Sharingan and leaped up lightly just before the stone pillar was thrust out. He threw out three shuriken with steel wires in the air, which accurately wrapped around the limbs of the grass ninja jonin and pulled hard!
The moment the Grass Ninja Jonin lost his balance, the Uchiha's kunai had already pierced his forehead.
On the other side, five grass ninjas attempted to use a coordinated wind and fire combination ninjutsu to block the retreat of an Uchiha Chunin.
But the Chunin's Sharingan could see the flow of chakra clearly. At the moment the fireball exploded, he narrowly passed through the gap between the two wind blades. His kunai flashed with a cold light, and two Grass Ninjas who were maintaining Wind Release techniques fell to the ground, blood spurting from their necks.
The combined ninjutsu technique immediately collapsed.
Well-equipped? Yes, the Grass Ninja were using ninja tools and armor that Aburame Shisei had painstakingly put together, which were much better than before.
However, against the Sharingan, the armor's weak points were easily penetrated, and even the finest ninja tools couldn't hit their target in time.
Unwavering belief? The Grass Ninja were indeed determined to fight for their village. However, they now realize that was all bullshit.
They clearly felt they had become stronger, but even with a tenfold difference in numbers, four or five hundred people fighting fifty, they couldn't gain an advantage.
"Retreat! Retreat to the second line of defense!" Negishi Kusanagi shouted hoarsely, coughing up blood.
He saw that in less than three minutes of fighting, his side had lost more than sixty or seventy people, while the Uchiha side, although they had also suffered casualties, had only a handful of people.
The crash has begun.
The grass ninjas had long been crushed by this one-sided defeat, and upon hearing the order to retreat, they immediately collapsed and their formation completely broke down as they fled for their lives.
"Chase!" A young Uchiha hawk, his eyes bloodshot, licked the blood splattered on his lips and was about to lead his men to charge forward and expand their gains.
"stop."
The cold voice wasn't loud, but it made all the Uchiha clan members stop in their tracks instantly.
Fugaku Uchiha stood still, untouched by dust, his breathing not even rapid.
He turned his head, his three-tomoe eyes looking at the clansman who wanted to give chase.
With just one glance, devoid of murderous intent or anger, the hawkish youth felt a chill run down his spine.
Fugaku's gaze swept across the battlefield. Forty-seven corpses of the Grass Ninja were left behind, along with more than a dozen wounded soldiers who were either critically injured or incapacitated and were wailing in pain.
He showed no mercy, ordering his men to finish them off one by one.