Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 173 Of course, you should pick the softest persimmon?

"Enough with the small talk, let's get going." After saying that, Tao Hua adjusted the sword at her waist, and her expression changed from a beaming smile to a serious and confident one.

Yan nodded slightly, and then quietly shook the hand of the boy next to her.

"Let's go..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the three figures vanished from their spot.

Their mission objective was clear: to gather intelligence and cut off enemy supply lines as much as possible. Therefore, the mission location was far from nearby, practically reaching the edge of the Land of Fire.

"I wonder how far these parasitic insects can transmit messages. I heard that the ninja leading the team is a member of the Aburame clan who specializes in intelligence transmission, so it should be... probably? Maybe? No problem." Momoka chatted casually as she hopped among the treetops.

Although she was talking, her attention was very focused, and she was constantly alert to her surroundings.

Itama was incredibly nervous; he felt the same way the last time he went to the battlefield. After all, he never thought going to the battlefield was a good thing.

He had finally managed to think of this... but then he decided to stop thinking about it, because now, besides feeling nervous, he felt even more determined.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Madara's Uchiha clan ninjas had largely arrived at their ambush position. Hashirama was not far away from them, so he could provide support at any time.

The other families scattered in different directions to avoid being surrounded by the enemy and unable to retreat.

After all, it's impossible to win a head-on fight. The only solution now is to fight a drawn-out battle, fighting and running at the same time.

The imagination isn't very pleasant, and the reality is even more stressful, but if we had a choice, there would be no need to go through all this.

"Clan Chief Hashirama and the others should be in position by now. Let's skip the trash talk. When we see the enemy's scout squads, don't rush to attack them. Wait until we see the enemy's elite troops before we launch a coordinated attack."

The one who spoke was Uchiha Tenka. Although his injuries hadn't fully healed and some toxins hadn't been completely removed from his body, he was still alive. While he wouldn't say he had ten percent of the strength, he certainly did.

Spot nodded, offering no particular opinion. He was preoccupied with only two things: worrying about his younger brother and quickly eliminating all the enemies.

Time passed by, and the sun gradually became scorching hot. It was now 10 a.m.

A group of ninjas dressed in gray and wearing strange cloth hats came into view. They moved with extraordinary speed and carried many strange objects on their backs, wrapped in bandages like human figures; it was obvious they were puppets.

"They're here..." Madara said in a low voice, then made a gesture to signal everyone to get ready.

Tianhuo was furious when he saw this group of guys. He had already crippled that bald Shamen puppeteer, and yet he still had such puppeteers under his command. He wondered where they came from.

This is a scout team; you can tell without even thinking.

Some tiny black insects float in the air, almost imperceptible unless you look closely.

The purpose of these small insects is to transmit intelligence. With the help of their clan's and the Yamanaka clan's secret techniques, as well as the cooperation of some other sensory ninjas, the forest is silent, but all the information is clear.

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This group of gray-clad ninjas quickly advanced towards Konoha. They didn't think the enemy would take the initiative to attack, after all, this time, in addition to their strongest warrior from the Land of Wind, Kaze no Retsuto, personally taking action, several other powerful warriors from other countries had also come out of seclusion.

"Captain, it seems they're planning to hold out to the death. These guys are nothing special. How did Senior Shamon stumble here?" A younger ninja from the Land of Wind said to the person next to him, somewhat bored.

The one referred to as the captain was a middle-aged man whose entire head was covered by a headscarf. The only thing visible was his pair of incredibly sharp eyes, which alone revealed him to be a battle-hardened ninja. He had a scar on his left eye, making it appear as if he was blind, and even through the headscarf, he exuded a cold and eerie aura.

Hearing the young man beside him speak so frivolously, he frowned in displeasure and whispered a warning: "You must not be careless. They have been through a long civil war for some reason. Although there are not many top experts left now, their foundation is still very deep... If you act carelessly, you will die."

The young ninja, who had been glared at, pouted in annoyance but did not utter a word in rebuttal.

They continued to advance rapidly, unaware that their every move was being clearly seen by the Konoha ninjas.

After advancing for several kilometers, the group of gray-clad ninjas gradually realized something was amiss, as the surroundings were eerily quiet; there wasn't even a sound from animals...

"This feeling is very bad..." The leader felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly sensed danger... the surrounding silence was eerily quiet. He knew all too well that in the desert, hunting scorpions would deliberately create an environment devoid of any unusual features; once their prey was hooked, it was too late to escape...

They felt no danger at the moment, but it was precisely this eerie sense of security that gave him an extremely strong feeling of crisis.

"Something's wrong, send a signal right here..."

The captain acted decisively, but before he could finish speaking, an inconspicuous little flying insect suddenly drifted past his line of sight. Although he didn't have such detailed chakra perception that he could barely detect the chakra on the insect, just that one glance was enough for him to stop him from hesitating. He immediately drew the scroll from his waist and quickly injected chakra into it.

"Captain? We haven't arrived yet..."

Seeing the captain suddenly stop and start sending signals, the young ninja beside him asked the question that had been on his mind with a look of doubt.

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“We’ve been discovered…” A ninja with a black veil over his eyes said with some regret. He was none other than Aburame Shikiyo, the current head of the Aburame clan.

Madara's expression froze upon hearing this, and his eyes immediately turned cold. "Hashirama must know by now, right? What did he say?"

The clan chief of the Aburame clan took a deep breath and then said calmly, "Their main force is about ten kilometers behind us. We can take action now to eliminate these scouts. Clan chief Hashirama has already made preparations."

A strange smile crept across Ban's lips. He could finally make his move. After all, waiting was not something he enjoyed.

"Alright then, prepare for battle. Take care of those scouts within five minutes, then focus our forces on eliminating the guys from the Land of Wind."

As soon as Madara finished speaking, the group of black-clad Uchiha behind him vanished from their spot.

Ban slowly rose from the branch, his long black hair fluttering in the breeze. He stretched his arms, his eyes showing nothing but indifference.

The Land of Wind is, after all, a group of Wind Release ninjas. Even if they know some unorthodox puppet techniques and Magnet Release, they are still easy targets among the five great nations of the ninja world, at least for the Uchiha clan.