The fresh blood added a bit of a fishy smell to the forest. The two corpses almost simultaneously slid to the ground.
Blood beads dripped from the blade. Otonashi, whose white hair was stained red, looked at the last Iwa ninja. In a moment of eye contact, the demon-like boy finally made the Chunin retreat slowly, and then he screamed strangely and fled without looking back.
However, before he could take two steps, several senbon pierced through him from behind.
In a ninja battle, exposing your back was tantamount to suicide! Otonashi didn't even look at the corpse that fell to the ground, and turned his head to look behind him.
"You're not running?"
In the center of the rubble, the Fuma clan member was standing next to Kakashi. He could vaguely see the azure chakra lines connecting the two, the lines wrapped around Kakashi's body, and finally connected to his heart.
"Do you think I'll let you go?" Fuma Nobusuke asked rhetorically. Seeing Otonashi approaching, he held the kunai in reverse and pressed against his chest.
"This kid's body is already synchronized with my heart. If you want him to live, you'd better not mess around."
Fuma secret technique?
Otonashi stopped. There were countless secret techniques in the ninja world. This Fuma secret technique connected the hearts of both sides, which could be called a kidnapping skill to die together. He just sighed at the decisiveness of this person's methods.
Finding that the battle situation was not good, he immediately abandoned Obito and hijacked Kakashi, who was exhausted. After all, Otonashi might ignore a weak Uchiha, but a genius with Jonin-level strength must not die easily.
However, his stop made Kakashi frown and said coldly, "Don't worry about me, kill him quickly!"
A ninja who could not complete the mission was trash! If his whole body could move, he would have ended himself long ago.
"Shut up, your life is not in your own hands now." Otonashi put the sword back behind him, his eyes scanning around.
Uchiha Obito was still lying on the ground. It was already unexpected that he was not killed by this Jonin in seconds, but don't expect him to be useful anymore. And this secret technique...
"Don't get any ideas. These lines are immune to any ninjutsu. Ninjas can't cut them off." Fuma Nobusuke took a step back, and the lines actually extended automatically, "The secret technique will naturally be removed after I leave. You should have this patience."
"Do you think I believe you?" Letting this Fuma mercenary go would cause endless trouble. Otonashi did not provoke or talk nonsense, and picked up a stone and threw it at Obito lying on the ground.
With a dong sound, the half-conscious boy was suddenly awakened, and looked up to see his teammate being captured.
"Kakashi? Let him go!"
Fuma Nobusuke couldn't understand what this weakling was going to do. In fact, he hadn't heard the threatening explanation just now. Seeing that the enemy was more than two meters away from Kakashi, it didn't look like a hostage situation at all.
Those chakra lines were regarded by him as the binding technique just now.
No time to think. If he got close to Kakashi, it would be troublesome!
Obito might be weak and stupid in combat, but when he found that his friend was in trouble, his feet moved faster than his brain. He rushed over as if to get ahead of the enemy.
"This idiot!" Fuma Nobusuke was embarrassed. He couldn't possibly stop time and explain it again, right? Glancing at Otonashi who was still not moving, he quickly raised his hands to form seals.
Then kill you first!
His chest puffed up, and fire style was activated, wanting to burn Obito, who was rushing towards him, to ashes. But he saw the latter stumble and fall to the ground while running.
Slipped? No! It was that guy!
Otonashi stepped on Obito's back and stomped him into the ground. A strong aura erupted from his body, and he happened to be blocked by Obito just now, hiding in Fuma Nobusuke's blind spot when he started.
Damn it!
He had no time to consider how the other party's speed had increased. The hand that was originally forming seals quickly inserted towards his heart.
There were still five meters left. I'm faster than him!
Time slowed down. Otonashi took a step forward, his foot not yet landed, one hand was held vertically in front of his nose, and one hand stroked the hilt of the sword behind him.
"Gate of Opening, Open!"
"Lightning Blade--"
Bang!
With a loud bang, his foot forcibly stepped out of a shallow pit. Afterimages flashed past, and a soft sound of metal friction entered Fuma Nobusuke's ears first.
"Instant!"
A hand flew up, the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, so fast that the pain could not be transmitted to the brain. His pupils shrank sharply, and his remaining left hand forcibly formed seals.
"Forgot to tell you, I can make my heart stop beating even without kunai!!"
Let's die together! A descendant of the fallen Fuma clan could pull a Konoha genius to die together, it was worth it!
Otonashi passed by him, looked back expressionlessly, and the downward slanting blade turned blue, as if it was wrapped in some kind of chakra. He twisted his wrist and picked it up upwards.
The blade passed, the lines split. The chakra lines that ninjutsu could not cut were actually divided into two sections. Fuma Nobusuke's pupils had shrunk to pinholes.
How is it possible...
"Forgot to tell you, ninjas can't cut it off, but samurai can." Otonashi shook his long sword, watching the Fuma clan member who 'committed suicide' fall to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness.
The brilliance dissipated, and he died. However, he did not understand until his death where a Konoha ninja learned the samurai chakra infusion.
The forest was silent. Otonashi glanced at the ten corpses on the ground, sheathed his sword, glanced at Kakashi, and went to pick up Obito.
"He's not dead yet." Otonashi said without looking back.
Kakashi stood behind him not knowing how to speak. After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence: "I know, I just want to ask you why you did that..."
"You shouldn't ask me this now." Otonashi looked at him meaningfully.
The boy was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips again, and finally lowered his head slightly: "Thank you for saving me."
The two did not have much friendship. It was reasonable to say that Otonashi had no need to save people at all. This was to scour the remaining strength, and if he was not careful, he would also get involved.
Otonashi's hands glowed green, and while using medical ninjutsu to heal Obito, he said lightly: "Completing the mission and saving companions are not always in conflict. The things written in the ninja manual are not entirely correct. Missions can be done again, but if people are gone, everything is over."
"People-oriented, then there will be infinite possibilities."
Even if Fuma Nobusuke escaped, so what? As long as Kakashi could survive, wouldn't his future achievements be able to make up for the loss of mission failure?
Otonashi did not have Obito's pure view of friendship, but the effect was actually the same.
Kakashi was speechless, but a certain touch surged up. His heart, which had been closed because of his father's suicide, seemed to open a crack.
At this moment, Hinata and Shisui arrived with a soft landing sound. The two of them were obviously much cleaner, not looking like they had experienced a hard battle.
"It seems I guessed wrong. You are the main force here."
Byakugan, as Konoha's strategic reconnaissance weapon, major ninja villages had more or less mastered some coping methods. He saw Otonashi walking forward without speaking, and smoothly pulled out the straight sword on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
Otonashi glanced at the corpse leaning against the tree, waved his long sword and reached out to hold the flying head, and replied:
"Winning hearts and minds."
......
Shirakawa Village was indeed a scene of gloom and misery. Fortunately, the panic of being attacked had slowly disappeared. The two girls, who were rescuing the wounded and were so busy that their foreheads were covered with sweat, also eliminated a lot of resentment.
Burying corpses and repairing buildings destroyed by rubble, humans could always silently bear the pain.
"Ninjas are here!"
Suddenly, no one knew who shouted. The streets that were still cleaning up the mess just now became chaotic. Everyone wanted to escape back to their houses, as if the thin quilts could provide a sense of security.
However, there was only one person coming, on the roof of the tallest hotel in the village. The white-haired boy stood quietly, overlooking the street, and slowly, he slowly raised a head, and his voice echoed in the village.
"The invaders, are dead!!"