"Throw explosive-tagged kunai!"
Seizing the moment, Umino Yoru issued the command.
His hands blurred into motion, flinging nearly ten kunai wrapped with explosive tags in mere seconds. And these weren't just carrying one or two tags—each was loaded.
Following his order, his 120-strong unit unleashed their own explosive kunai. Even the lowliest genin threw at least two.
The sheer volume of kunai alone was equivalent to several Shadow Shuriken Jutsu attacks. But when combined with the massive number of explosive tags? The resulting blast would rival even the Uchiha's earlier combined Fire Release assault.
"Wind Release—defensive formation!"
The commander of Suna's right flank pursuit force grinned wildly, barking orders to counter the attack. A few well-placed wind jutsu could halt—or even reverse—the kunai barrage.
But from a mile away, Uchiha Setsuna watched and sneered in disgust.
"You absolute fool, Umino Yoru!" he spat. "You launch a mass explosive assault without even using Wind Release to speed it up? Pathetic. I thought you'd at least buy us some time, but now you've doomed yourself—and dragged us down with you!"
Beside him, Uchiha Yashiro smirked in agreement.
"So much for the 'Iron Wall of Konoha.' What a joke. That 'forbidden technique' he used to wipe out 300 Suna puppeteers? Clearly, it was just a mountain of explosive tags catching careless Sand ninja off guard."
Setsuna nodded bitterly. "What a waste. If we'd had those explosives, we could've stalled for hours."
Yashiro opened his mouth to agree—
Then froze.
"What… just happened?"
Setsuna's eyes narrowed.
By all logic, Suna's wind jutsu should've effortlessly deflected the kunai—maybe even blown them back into Umino's forces.
But not a single Wind Release technique was completed.
The Sand ninja's chakra surges cut off abruptly, as if snuffed out mid-cast.
"No genjutsu fluctuations…" Setsuna muttered. "Was it too far for us to sense?"
At this distance, what kind of illusion could even reach them?
Yashiro's voice turned wary.
"Elder… could it be that Anma Keion among Umino's ranks? If she awakened the Five Senses Manipulation Kekkei Genkai—"
Setsuna's face twisted.
"Hmph! The Uchiha's Sharingan is supreme!"
But his fury was obvious. The Anma Clan's bloodline was one of the few whose illusions surpassed even the three-tomoe Sharingan.
If only I had the Mangekyō…
Then, the Anma's tricks would mean nothing.
A deafening explosion shattered his thoughts.
When the smoke cleared, Suna's right flank was obliterated.
A thousand explosive tags detonated at once.
Kunai shrapnel shredded the air like a storm of steel, turning the battlefield into a slaughterhouse.
Without their wind defenses, the Sand ninja were ripped apart—only saved by their puppeteers hastily deploying shields.
The sheer scale of destruction rivaled an S-rank ninjutsu.
"Don't hold back! Keep throwing!"
Yoru barked as his men hesitated after just three volleys.
These cheapskates…
He reiterated his orders: "Conserve chakra. Explosives first, jutsu only if necessary!"
Every drop of chakra mattered in an escape.
As for the explosive tags? He'd stockpiled them for months, originally intending to sell them at inflated prices once the Second Shinobi War escalated.
But no profit is worth dying for.
"Puppeteers—shield formation!"
Suna's right flank regrouped, their ninjutsu attempts mysteriously failing each time.
All they could do was turtle behind puppets as Konoha's forces rained hellfire.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—
The battlefield was surreal.
Umino's unit, supposedly fleeing a pincer attack, was now pummeling Suna's right flank—pushing them back with relentless explosions.
Hidden across the field, Yoru's shadow clones silently disrupted enemy jutsu with subsonic pulses.
His Sonic Radar Technique pinpointed every chakra surge, strangling Suna's counterattacks in the crib.
From above?
It looked less like a retreat—and more like a one-sided massacre.
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