Kitsuchi-sama, our 30,000-strong Iwa Shinobi army has been devastated by those two men. We're down to only about 10,000 troops left.
What?!
Two men directly wiped out 20,000 Iwa Shinobi?
This is a one-against-ten-thousand scenario. What exactly are their bodies made of? Even an ox would tire after such a battle!
From the very start of our assault, the reports have been nothing but grim. Every attempt, every strategy, has been utterly crushed.
The ambush set by eight hundred elite Iwa Shinobi? Useless. The thousand-strong assault force? Obliterated. The five-thousand-strong encirclement, supported by synchronized ninjutsu attacks? Not even a scratch on either the Third Raikage or the other man.
Kitsuchi, stationed at the command post, had already exhausted every conceivable tactic. Nothing worked. More than 20,000 of their forces lost, yet not a single wound could be found on the two enemy combatants.
Was this even possible? Were these two truly human?
The Third Raikage's strength was undeniable. He carried the titles of both the strongest spear and the strongest shield. Kitsuchi had planned for heavy casualties but had hoped to trade lives for his. If they could bring down the Third Raikage, it would send a shockwave across the ninja world.
The last time a Kage fell in battle was during the First Great Ninja War, when multiple village leaders perished. If Iwa could claim the Third Raikage's life, the other nations would learn to fear them.
And if nothing else worked? Kitsuchi was prepared to drown the Raikage in sheer numbers, exhausting him to death. But what he hadn't accounted for… was the other man.
Who was this orange-haired warrior with piercing red pupils? His abilities were even more terrifying than the Third Raikage's.
According to reports, anyone who looked into his eyes lost all will to fight, as if plunged into a deep trance. Those who made direct physical contact with him suffered the same fate. He was cutting down the Iwa forces without even staining his hands with blood.
None of the Iwa Shinobi dared to meet his gaze. They tried medium and long-range attacks, but their effectiveness was severely reduced.
More than half of the fallen 20,000 had been claimed by this mysterious warrior. Compared to the sheer brute force of the Third Raikage, his method was eerie, precise, and inescapable.
"Master Kitsuchi! We've identified the orange-haired man!"
Kitsuchi turned sharply. "Who is he?"
"He wields the Sharingan! He must be from the Uchiha clan of Konoha!"
Sharingan? Uchiha?
Kitsuchi's eyes narrowed in disbelief. Konoha… again. Why were Konoha and Kumo working together? They had just been at war not long ago. In fact, Iwa had deliberately attacked Kumo while they were clashing with Konoha, hoping to exploit their weakness.
So why now?
Why was an Uchiha fighting alongside the Third Raikage?
Kitsuchi's mind raced through possibilities. Then, realization struck him like a hammer.
"I see… so that's it?"
Fury surged through him, and he slammed his fist into the ground.
To him, the answer was clear. Konoha and Kumo had been deceiving everyone. Their previous conflicts had been a mere act. In reality, they had secretly allied against Iwa.
On the surface, it seemed like Kumo was fighting a two-front war against both Iwa and Konoha. But in reality, Iwa was the true target. Konoha and Kumo had planned this from the beginning.
Iwa had walked straight into a trap.
And now, Kitsuchi had to decide.
"Kitsuchi-sama! Urgent report! The Third Raikage and the Uchiha warrior are advancing. They'll be upon us any moment!"
So fast?
The front-line fighters couldn't even slow them down.
Kitsuchi's mind was caught in turmoil. Should they fight to the death? Or retreat?
If they fought, there was still a slim chance.
A miracle could happen.
They were in the command camp, where the strongest of Iwa's forces remained. Elite Jōnin, shinobi with decades of experience, were gathered here. Kitsuchi himself was no weakling. With the right tactics, they could attempt a desperate stand.
A gamble.
A bicycle turning into a motorcycle.
But if they retreated…
Iwa would never live this down.
They would become a laughingstock.
A mighty force of 30,000, sent fleeing by just two men? The world would mock them for generations.
"Iwa shinobi are weak! They were crushed by just two people!"
"What is the Third Tsuchikage even doing?"
"The so-called 'mighty Iwa' got chased back to their village like cowards!"
Whispers like these would spread across the ninja world.
Kitsuchi clenched his fists so hard they bled.
Yet… as much as it pained him, he had no choice.
"All units! Fall back!"
They had to retreat.
They had already suffered a devastating loss. If they continued, the entire force would be annihilated. This wasn't just a battle—this was the future of Iwa at stake.
If they were wiped out, Iwa's military power would be critically weakened. Other nations—Kiri, Suna, even Konoha—would descend like vultures.
During war, every village sought an advantage. If Iwa showed any weakness, the other nations would rip them apart.
They had to preserve what strength they had left.
Yes, retreating was humiliating. Yes, it was a shame. But in the long run, it was better than being erased from existence.
Even worse, Kitsuchi knew in his heart that they had no chance of winning.
The Third Raikage alone was nearly unstoppable. And this Uchiha? His Mangekyō Sharingan granted him abilities beyond comprehension.
They could barely handle one Kage-level opponent. Facing two was suicide.
Fighting to the end would accomplish nothing.
It would not be an honorable sacrifice.
It would be a massacre.
Kitsuchi swallowed his pride.
"Sound the retreat! Now!"
He, the commander of the Iwa army, would bear the weight of this shame.
He would ensure his people lived to fight another day.
And one day… they would have their revenge.
As his forces turned and began their retreat, Kitsuchi gazed back at the battlefield one last time.
The Third Raikage stood amidst a sea of fallen shinobi, his body untouched, his power unmatched.
And beside him, the orange-haired Uchiha stood with eerie calm, his crimson eyes glowing ominously.
Two men.
Thirty thousand Iwa shinobi.
An entire war.
And it had all ended in a nightmare.
As Kitsuchi and his remaining forces vanished into the distance, one thought echoed in his mind:
"We were never the hunters. We were the prey."
And the ninja world… would never be the same again.
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