radicalducati Chapter 102 White Fang II
Chapter 102 White Fang II
Chapter 102 White Fang II
Dusk. Frontline camp.
"Who goes there!"
The Konoha ninja on the watchtower pointed with kunai at the forest below.
"Logistics Department, Sosuke Takaya."
Sosuke emerged from the shadows.
Behind him followed Hyuga Katsu, Aburame Ryoma, and the two Uchiha Chunin.
Each of them carried a huge sealing scroll on their back.
"Let them through!"
The main command tent.
Sakumo Hatake is wiping his short sword, "White Fang".
"Lord Sakumo, the goods have arrived."
The curtain was lifted, and Nara Shikaku led Sousuke in.
With a wave of his hand, Sosuke unlocked the sealed scroll behind him.
"Bang."
A dull thud. Several boxes.
"Open."
The lid of the box was opened.
A chilling, deathly white aura swept over me.
Hundreds of kunai were neatly stacked, wrapped in straw.
They are grayish-white all over, and their surfaces are not polished, making them look rough and primitive.
"Is this a ceramic knife?"
Sakumo Hatake picked up a kunai.
It was very light, as light as a withered twig. But it possessed a chilling sharpness.
"This is made from bone clay, mixed with corundum —"
"Its hardness is comparable to steel. It's non-magnetic. But it's very brittle."
Sosuke picked up another knife, pinched the back of the blade with two fingers, and applied slight pressure.
"Smack."
With a crisp sound, the knife broke.
"It can't withstand impact; it can only thrust straight in. It pierces through, remains inside the enemy's body, and then shatters."
Disposable products.
This is cruel. It's not only cruel to the enemy, but also cold-blooded towards the user.
Taking this kind of weapon into battle means giving up parrying and close combat.
There's only one chance. It's either you or me.
"This is very expensive."
Sakumo Hatake remained silent for a long time.
"A knife represents a life, whether it belongs to the enemy or to ourselves."
He was a gentle man, yet also a ruthless killer. This contradiction was vividly embodied in him.
"Distribute them."
Shuo Mao gave the order without wasting any time.
"Third Assault Battalion, all personnel change uniforms."
"Throw away all the metal headbands, metal buttons, and even the steel plates on the soles of your shoes."
"Tonight, we're going to launch a surprise attack on the Third Kazekage."
The camp was quiet.
The ninjas of the Third Assault Battalion are changing their uniforms.
They removed their headbands and tied strips of cloth around their foreheads.
Everyone received five pale white ceramic knives.
The atmosphere was very oppressive.
Sosuke was still inside the command tent.
He had one more thing that he could only give to Sakumo when no one was around.
"Lord Sakumo, ceramic swords are barely enough for others, but you will be facing the Third Kazekage. I have prepared another weapon for you—"
He unsealed the scroll and took out a long, rectangular box.
Open the box. Inside lies a knife.
Like the ceramic knife, it is entirely white, but its surface is delicate and smooth, with an ivory-like texture.
The blade was extremely thin, exuding a chilling aura.
"This is—" Sakumo paused, "Bones?"
"That's right."
This is a bone blade that Hyuga Katsu specially grew for Hatake Sakumo.
"It is three times harder than steel and is immune to magnetic shielding."
"Furthermore, it has an excellent chakra conduction rate."
The special bones created by the Shikotsumyaku ability retain the micro-tubular structure for chakra flow inside, and their chakra conductivity is comparable to that of chakra-conducting metals.
Shuo Mao picked up the bone knife.
light.
It's much lighter than a metal knife, and holding it feels like a natural extension of your arm.
He infused it with chakra.
A low buzzing sound filled the air.
A dazzling white light instantly erupted from the blade—a tangible blade aura formed from chakra compressed to its limit. The aura was terrifyingly stable, coating the bone blade with an indestructible sharpness.
What surprised Sakumo the most was that there was no heat.
It's important to know that even the purest chakra-conducting metals have resistance to conduction.
In the past, when he used the White Fang Shortsword to inject chakra of this density, the handle would get slightly hot due to the resistance of conduction, but this bone sword could absorb every bit of energy without any loss.
"A fine knife!"
Shuo Mao's eyes lit up with joy.
As a master swordsman, he knew the value of this weapon the moment he touched it: its extreme lightness combined with almost zero resistance in chakra transmission.
When dealing with the Third Kazekage, this was a powerful weapon capable of cutting through Magnet Release and severing life force.
"This knife is for you."
Sousuke smiled.
"You can call it—White Fang II."
Sakumo looked at Sosuke.
"This thing must be very valuable. The materials look unusual."
"The materials are classified."
Sosuke offered no explanation.
"All you need to do is use it to cut off the Kazekage's head, or force him to retreat."
"I see."
Shuo Mao sheathed his sword.
"Sousuke, although you are not a pure ninja, your contributions to Konoha are no less than those of any Jonin."
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"The Hatake family will remember this kindness."
"Sakumo-sama."
At that moment, Shikaku walked in.
"There's movement from Sunagakure. Their puppet army is advancing towards Calabash Valley."
Calabash Valley. It's the only way to reach the heart of the Land of Fire.
"Well then, it's time for us to set off."
Gourd Valley.
The terrain here is long and narrow, with steep rock walls on both sides. The wind howls as it passes through the canyon.
The Sand Village's forces are advancing.
Leading the way were not living people, but strangely shaped puppets.
There were enormous scorpions and multi-armed demons. Their joints made clicking sounds, the sound of chakra threads pulling mechanisms.
Behind these puppets, a person was floating.
The Third Generation of Kazekage.
He wore a dark blue Wind Shadow Robe, and his black hair danced wildly in the wind.
A cloud of black "mist" floated around him.
That's not fog. That's iron sand.
Countless tiny iron sand particles, manipulated by Magnet Release chakra, floated like living black clouds.
"The rats of Konoha are hiding very well."
The Third Kazekage stared indifferently into the darkness ahead.
He raised his hand.
Buzz—
The air vibrates.
The floating iron sand instantly condensed, transforming into countless black needles as thin as cow hair.
"Magnetic Release: Iron Sand Rain!"
Whoosh whoosh—!!
Black needles rained down on the trees ahead.
Each iron needle possesses extremely strong penetrating power.
Knock knock knock.
The trees were riddled with bullets. The rocks were shattered.
Flesh and blood bodies would instantly turn into mud under this rain of iron.
"ah!!"
Several screams came from the woods.
Those were Konoha scouts.
"Vulnerable."
The Third Kazekage snorted coldly.
"Keep pushing forward. Tonight we'll cross the canyon and head straight for the border of the Land of Fire."
The Sand Village puppeteers manipulated their puppets, stepping over the corpses of Konoha ninja, and continued their advance.
Just then.
"kill!"
A roar erupted from the rock walls on both sides of the canyon.
One hundred Konoha ninjas leaped off the rock face.
They wore no armor, no headbands. They held pale white kunai in their hands.
"court death!"
The Third Kazekage's eyes were filled with disdain.
"In the face of Magnet Release, all weapons are just scrap metal."
He suddenly clasped his hands together.
"Magnetic Field and Boundary Law!"
boom!
A powerful magnetic field instantly enveloped the entire canyon.
Under normal circumstances, even if a ninja is holding a kunai, this magnetic force would be enough to forcibly pull the kunai away, or even reverse it and pierce the owner's heart.
All the Sand Village puppeteers wore cruel smiles. They waited to see the gruesome sight of Konoha ninjas being killed by their own weapons.
however.
The Konoha ninjas who descended from the sky were not affected in any way.
The white kunai in their hands were neither absorbed nor deflected.
"What?!"
The Third Kazekage's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Not metal?!"
Puff puff!
The chakra threads of the dozen or so puppets in the front row were instantly severed by the ceramic sword.
"Close combat!"
The leader, a Konoha Jonin, roared.
"Don't give them a chance to create distance!"
The commando team stormed into the group of puppets.
Puppet masters are most afraid of getting close.
Moreover, the Konoha ninja adopted an extremely reckless fighting style.
They did not block.
Faced with the poisoned blades extended by the puppets, they either dodged to the side or took the hit with non-vital parts of their bodies.
Then, he plunged the ceramic knife in his hand deep into the puppeteer's heart.
"Click."
A ceramic knife in the hand of a Konoha Chunin broke after piercing the chest of a Sand Ninja, due to impact with his ribs.
But he didn't pause at all.
He used the broken half of the blade to stab it in again. Then he twisted it.
The shattered porcelain shards exploded inside the Sand Ninja's chest cavity, causing secondary damage.
"Madmen—they're all madmen—"
The Sand Village's formation was thrown into disarray.
Their prized magnetic shield defense network has failed.
The Third Kazekage's face was grim.
"Bone? Or stone?"
He could see the materials of those weapons clearly.
"If we can't inhale it, then crush it!"
Fengying spread his arms wide.
The sand and iron gathered together, forming a huge black iron block.
"Magnetic Release: Iron Sand Boulder!"
boom!
A block of iron weighing several tons, like a small mountain, crashed down on them.
Since magnetism can't control your knives, then I'll crush you with pure physical mass.
"spread!"
The Konoha ninja scattered and hid.
But the iron block was too big.
boom!
Several Konoha ninjas who couldn't dodge in time were crushed into a bloody pulp.
Along with the ceramic knives in their hands, they were all reduced to dust.
"This is the power of a Shadow."
On the distant cliffs.
Sosuke wore an eye patch, his left eye, a snake-like pupil, fixed on the battlefield.
In Snake Eyes' vision, the Third Kazekage's chakra reserves were so vast it was almost despairing.
Moreover, the nature of that chakra—
It's not just about magnetism.
That is an absolute control over "form".
In his hands, iron sand can be mist, rain, mountains, or swords.
This kind of control is a manifestation of extremely powerful spiritual energy.
"A regular commando team couldn't kill him."
Sosuke made his judgment.
"Although the ceramic knife broke through his magnetic field defense, it could not break through his physical defense and area attack."
"We have to tear off that layer of iron sand."
Just then.
A white bolt of lightning ripped through the dark canyon.
It wasn't lightning. It was pure speed, so fast it left an afterimage on the retina.
Sakumo Hatake. He made his move.
He held the bone blade, White Fang II, in his hand.