Boom! Boom!
The two shadow clones that had just executed a mist-based teleportation ambush were instantly obliterated without a chance to resist, dissolving into puffs of white smoke.
As for the chunin named Red Sand—who had just been stabbed through all four limbs and collapsed—he was caught in the Blade Whirlwind Slaughter, his upper body instantly sliced into countless bloody fragments.
Even his skull was sheared away by a third, revealing a gruesome mess of brain matter that resembled bloody-white tofu. A closer look showed it still twitching spasmodically.
Brutal. Absolutely brutal.
The single remaining eye in his half-destroyed head was filled with betrayal and shock, as if screaming: "Wasn't the deal to stab the heart? Why target my limbs?! And, Captain… you promised to protect me, to bring me home… So why this treachery? Not even leaving me a whole corpse?!"
"Red Sand… Your death was necessary."
The scar-faced Special Jonin's eyes were icy with killing intent.
The curved blade disc's power was terrifying—its momentum unchecked, it continued spinning outward in a 100-meter radius of pure devastation.
All four shadow clones caught within that range were instantly annihilated, bursting into white smoke without exception.
"Hmm."
**Umino Yoru ** frowned slightly, but thanks to the ample food energy stored in his body, he quickly shook off the disorienting backlash of his clones' memories.
"Tsk…"
The sound made the scar-faced Special Jonin's heart drop like a stone. He sucked in a sharp breath.
How could there be so many shadow clones?! Even an elite jonin shouldn't be able to produce this many!
…A Senju clansman?
Only a Senju would wastefully use shadow clones as disposable suicide units—a tactic so inefficient it bordered on shameless.
If all that chakra had been used for high-level ninjutsu instead, even his teacher, Chiyo, might not have been able to fully defend against it!
"No high-level offensive ninjutsu… excels in ambushes… likely has extreme sensory abilities… A Senju. Which means I still have a chance."
His mind raced, analyzing the intel. Aside from the mistaken assumption about the Senju clan, his deductions were scarily accurate.
As a Sand Village Special Jonin, his combat experience was undeniable.
"Hah… Almost got wrecked by an amateur move."
Yoru , standing at the edge of the mist, wiped cold sweat from his brow. His back prickled with lingering dread.
If not for his Ultrasonic Radar Technique's hyper-perception—which had detected the strange mechanism inside the Salamander Puppet—he wouldn't have been able to use Water Release: Mist Teleportation in time to escape.
He'd have been diced to pieces like his clones.
"Puppetry is fascinating… It can unleash ninjutsu without hand seals!"
The more he observed, the more intrigued he became. No wonder Sand's puppet techniques are so feared. If I can steal this… I could become Konoha's first puppeteer. Even if I turn it in, trading it for an A-rank jutsu should be easy.
He immediately ordered one shadow clone to activate Infrasound Radar, beginning his secret study of the puppet technique.
*This scar-faced guy controls two puppets at once—he must be high-ranking in Sand. And given his age, he's clearly a prodigy.*
Meaning… he likely knows Sand's core puppetry secrets.
"Let's see what makes this technique tick."
Yoru hurled a barrage of kunai and shuriken, probing for weaknesses.
The scar-faced Special Jonin, aware that time was running out (and fearing Konoha reinforcements), abandoned defense and activated another elite puppet technique.
"Mechanical Shield: Thousand-Faced Barrier!"
The puppet disassembled instantly, its parts morphing into countless small shields that encased his entire body—even his eyes—leaving him looking like a steel-plated warrior.
Only a Sand Eye embedded in the chest plate allowed him to sense his surroundings.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The storm of kunai and shuriken bounced harmlessly off the shields, sparks flying but no damage dealt.
"Wind Release: Sand Teleportation!"
Seizing the opening, the Special Jonin tried to blitz out of the mist's range.
Zing!
Wire strings suddenly lashed across the shield armor, blocking his path.
Had he not been armored, those wires would have sliced him apart.
Another wave of kunai and shuriken came—this time heavier, slamming into the shields like hammers.
Two kunai, in particular, struck dead-center—one at the chest, the other at the back.
And then—
BOOM!
The explosive tags attached to them detonated point-blank.
The twin blasts, equivalent to two B-rank techniques, hit the Special Jonin directly.
"Damn… Tough defense."
Yoru 's eyes narrowed. Even that hadn't shattered the armor.
But the concussive force inside the metal casing must have wrecked his insides.
The Sand Eye in the chest plate shattered. Reforming it would cost serious chakra.
**"You'd need A-rank firepower to break through this. Cough… Pathetic."**
The scarred man forced himself up—only for a new sound to surround him.
"Water Release: Water Prison!"
Four shadow clones—positioned at his front, back, left, and right—sealed him inside a massive spinning water orb.
"Rotate."
"Water Release: Water Prison Sand Cutter!"
The clones channeled chakra, accelerating the water's spin into a vortex.
Meanwhile, Yoru —still at a distance—retrieved a small golden pellet from his pouch and flicked it into the prison.
Upon contact, the pellet dissolved into ultra-fine golden sand, blending into the whirlpool.
The result?
A razor-thin golden ring of spinning death.
And then—
The cutting began.
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