Actually, over the years, Otonashi had also been full of questions, because in his impression, ninjas should be professionals who wore night-traveling clothes, secretly infiltrated the target's location, and then used dirty tricks like poisoning, blow darts, traps, etc., to eliminate the target.
But after mixing in for so many years, he found that this world only hung the name of 'ninja', without any resemblance to assassins.
The movements were bigger than the last, the power stronger than the last, and the fighting methods were even more open and honorable. They could obviously ambush but insisted on jumping out to block the road.
How were these ninjas? They were clearly magic swordsmen who had learned wall-climbing skills.
As for the legendary First Hokage, whose Wood Release could create a forest, Otonashi was even more speechless.
Later, studying under Hiashi Hyuga, he discovered the existence of perception-type ninjas on the battlefield. It turned out that these people made those dirty tricks useless. So, after discovering this person's existence, he racked his brains to kill him.
"Now you've become blind."
Glancing at the headless corpse, Otonashi quietly disappeared into the forest.
Once Otonashi decided to kill someone, he would definitely not hold back. From appearing to delivering a full-power blow to the final kill, it only took a few seconds. This amount of time was not enough for the pursuers ahead to wake up from the explosion.
Dai, who had escaped disaster using the Substitution Jutsu, reacted extremely quickly, returning almost half a minute after Otonashi disappeared.
"Go find Lord Kitsuchi, quick..."
He suddenly closed his mouth. After a moment, his expression had changed from shock to bewilderment, and then, bewilderment turned into anger. He suddenly came back to his senses and rushed to the headless corpse.
The head of this Special Jonin was right at his feet. After looking into the dead man's eyes for a moment, the ninja sword in his hand directly stabbed into the tree.
"I will definitely kill that brat!!"
Boom!
A powerful electric current instantly split the large tree in the middle, and the blood from his injury flowed down the blade.
His right arm was mangled, clearly hit just now.
" Dai, should we retreat and regroup first?" an Iwa-nin hesitantly stepped forward and suggested. They hadn't even seen Otonashi's real body and had already suffered nearly half casualties.
"Regroup my ass!" Dai turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, completely losing the nagging appearance of boasting about his son every day. "The elites of our three ninja villages were played by a single brat!"
The remaining eight or nine ninjas also showed grief and indignation. Most of the remaining were Jonin. When had they ever suffered such humiliation? But intuition told them not to pursue.
In the midst of the silence, the Mist ninja with bandages wrapped around his face silently slipped into the forest. He was the only one left from the Mist Village who had come to join the fun, but he still wanted to fight on.
"This Konoha ninja is full of tricks. You go report the situation to Lord Kitsuchi and ask him to send people to strengthen the defense of Kannabi Bridge." Dai casually pointed at one person, tied his right arm tightly with bandages, and directly chased after him.
"The rest of you, follow me!"
Seeing his figure disappear, the remaining Iwa-nin looked at each other and could only follow. Ninjas also had to know shame. Even the reinforcements wanted to fight, how could they, the hosts, avoid battle?
The rustling sound of leaves moving kept ringing. Only a headless corpse remained in the clearing. The smell of blood lingered in the night wind. After a short while, the bark of a large tree on the side suddenly peeled off, revealing a camouflage cloth.
"Sure enough, I didn't kill that elite Jonin with the explosion. Luckily, he was injured."
Otonashi hadn't actually left, but risked staying nearby to observe secretly. This was the benefit of the perception-type ninja being killed. Otherwise, he would definitely have been chopped into meat paste by the enraged ninjas from the three villages.
His plan succeeded, but there wasn't a trace of joy on his face; instead, it grew increasingly grave.
The operational plan was indeed guessed. Thinking about it, it made sense. This place was less than twenty li from Kannabi Bridge. Any commander with normal intelligence would think of it. It could be said that the sneak attack had turned into a frontal assault. Fortunately, the mission to lure the enemy had been completed.
As for the situation of that elite Jonin, it was also expected. If they were so easy to kill, ninjas wouldn't bother learning ninjutsu; they could just use explosive tags.
"Looks like I have to kill one more person, otherwise Kakashi and the others are doomed." Otonashi looked at the Iwa-nin running ahead to report, and quietly leaped through the trees.
That Iwa-nin was injured and his speed was not fast. After a few minutes, Otonashi caught up with him. The latter didn't notice at all that a god of death was following above his head, only concerned with heading north.
Otonashi didn't rush to make a move; he was waiting for the messenger to gain distance from the pursuers.
Either don't strike, or strike to kill!
There were too many secret techniques in the ninja world; he assumed even cannon fodder had life-saving skills.
After about two minutes, the two parties moving in opposite directions had gained sufficient distance. Otonashi, having rushed ahead earlier, paused, his feet pushing off a tree trunk to spring back.
Lightning Needle! Crescent Moon!
A handful of steel needles were thrown out, and then his whole body tensed, using his sword as a spear. Residual azure electricity immediately flashed in the dim forest.
Puff puff puff...
Only a series of muffled sounds of flesh being pierced was heard. Large sprays of blood burst from the Iwa-nin's body. While drawing his sword, he screamed and fell backward, but the sword had already arrived. Otonashi watched the sword tip pierce towards the opponent's chest.
One zhang, one cun, one hao! (Units of distance, emphasizing closeness)
At this very moment, with a crisp 'clang', the opponent's barely drawn ninja sword actually slapped onto the blade. Otonashi felt a huge force transmitted, and his whole body spun upwards.
'How could it be!?'
His pupils shrank. He couldn't understand how the opponent could draw his sword after being paralyzed. Doubts filled his mind, but his body reacted automatically.
Spinning upwards, using his waist and abdomen strength, he fell heavily again, holding the sword with both hands and chopping straight at the face!
Falling Moon!!
Clang!!
Sparks exploded. Unexpectedly, the blade angled upwards, deflecting most of the force. The Iwa-nin slid forward. As Otonashi landed, without looking back, he switched to a reverse grip and stabbed straight behind him.
Zzzzzla—
A grating sound of metal friction filled the air. Otonashi, whose heavy chop had missed, held his long sword vertically in front of his chest to parry the blade, letting the ninja sword that should have pierced his chest graze past his ribs. Then, his entire body began to tremble.
Electricity!
Numbness under his ribs and a needle-like pain. Otonashi immediately flashed backward, retreating more than ten meters. When he looked up again, his eyes widened.
Transformation Jutsu!?
That injured Iwa-nin had changed, turning into a white-haired, dark-skinned middle-aged man. It was Dai, whom he had seen earlier.
Seeing the surprise on Otonashi's face, Dai finally smiled, slowly raising his sword: "We finally meet, brat. Don't look like that. Did you think you were the only one with a brain?"
Everyone has intelligence; who doesn't know small tricks? Otonashi's face was uncertain at first, then he glanced around and relaxed, saying his first words of the night.
"I'd rather you didn't have a brain."
"Then I would have died in the last war. Oh, forgot to tell you, I'm not the only one with a brain."
Mist had risen in the forest at some unknown time. A young man stood at the edge, quietly watching the two. After showing interest in Otonashi's head, he slowly drew the straight sword from his back and disappeared.
Zabuza Momochi!?
Otonashi's brows furrowed tightly, but he quickly recovered. Zabuza at this time wasn't as formidable as he would be a dozen years later, but he was already struggling to deal with the Kumo-nin (Dai was originally stated as Iwa-nin, this seems like a correction/inconsistency in the original text, but Dai is associated with Kumo-nin typically) in front of him.
One elite Jonin, one genius assassin. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like a desperate situation.
And if he wasn't mistaken, the others should have gone to Kannabi Bridge.
Zabuza's appearance while the other Jonin were absent indicated that the situation was out of control again. He couldn't help but grip his sword tighter.
"Looks like I don't need to explain much." Dai, seeming to understand something, shrugged, stepped forward with his right foot, adopting a Daijodan stance. "Thank you for making my day fulfilling. As payback, I will kill you cleanly and quickly."
Otonashi remained silent upon hearing this, merely biting down on his sword hilt and forming seals with both hands.
Gate of Life, Open!!
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