At this moment, Ebizō understood that his chances of survival were slim. In front of him were Danzō Shimura and the elite shinobi from various Konoha clans, all in peak condition and formidable strength.
As for him? His troops had been awakened just before sunrise, completely exhausted. Additionally, their supply routes and all the ambush traps in the rear had been taken over by Konoha. He was truly helpless with no one to turn to for help.
The falling rocks continued. Although Ebizō commanded his troops to move away from the mountain base, it was still too slow. This rockfall trap instantly reduced their numbers by about three hundred.
Uchiha Ryun pointed at Uchiha Ippū. Uchiha Ippū understood and quickly handed Uchiha Ryun a pair of binoculars. Uchiha Ryun took them and looked down, his lips curling into a cold smile.
"Not enjoying the taste of your own trap?" Uchiha Ryun said coldly.
He then ordered everyone on the mountain to throw shuriken, explosive tag kunai, and senbon downward.
The Uchiha clan shinobi smiled. How should they describe this feeling? It felt really good. A full firepower assault without risking their own lives. Where else could they find such a perfect opportunity after this?
Since the Uchiha clan was throwing from higher ground, they could launch these weapons far enough to reach Ebizō's troops.
Whoosh, whoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
The Suna-nin below began screaming. Some were hit in the forehead or eyes by shuriken. Some were injured by explosions after the explosive tags landed. Others were pierced by senbon coated with Chiyo's poison, suffering agonizing deaths as the toxins spread.
Ebizō gritted his teeth and glared at Kikyōzan, cursing, "Bastard, don't let me find out who you are. Otherwise, I'll spend everything I have to hire black market shinobi to kill you!"
The Suna-nin lost another four hundred men. Now Ebizō only had seven hundred shinobi left under his command, most in poor condition, either severely injured or out of chakra.
He then led his remaining battered troops forward. There was no choice. The mountain behind them was occupied by ambushers, making it impossible to fight their way up. Although the path ahead was blocked by the main Konoha forces, they would at least not die without taking some enemies with them.
With this thought, Ebizō, who usually commanded from the rear and never fought on the frontlines, suddenly felt the urge to pick up a weapon and fight Danzō to the death.
"Shinobi of Sunagakure, we are now at a life or death moment. I hope everyone calms down and listens," Ebizō said. The Suna-nin immediately perked up.
Originally demoralized, the Suna-nin already knew from the current situation that their village had lost. This time, even their own lives might end here.
However, the words of their commander Ebizō, a Suna elder with numerous titles, carried authority. They focused their attention on Ebizō, ears pricked to hear his plan.
"Right now, whether we advance or retreat, we face death. If we retreat, we'll be mercilessly slaughtered by the projectiles from above, dying without any value."
If we advance, we still have a chance to fight our way out. We might even take a few Konoha scum with us to the afterlife. At least we won't be lonely on that road!
"So, warriors of Sunagakure, everyone prepare to charge forward with your lives. Kill one to break even, kill two to make a profit! Charge!"
With that, Ebizō led the charge, swinging his sword at the front. The remaining seven hundred Suna-nin, inspired by his actions, summoned puppets, formed hand seals, and launched their assault on the Konoha forces.
Seeing this, Danzō Shimura sneered inwardly, knowing Uchiha Ryun must have succeeded. The Suna-nin were now backed into a corner.
However, just because you want a desperate fight doesn't mean I'll oblige.
"Torifu, Chōza, and the Akimichi clan shinobi, hold the line!" Danzō commanded.
"All other shinobi, no close combat! Use long range ninjutsu to wear them down. Maintain a safe distance at all times!" After saying this, Danzō quickly formed hand seals.
He leaped high into the air, his right hand forming a sword hand seal across his chest. "Wind Style: Vacuum Serial Waves!"
A cold expression crossed Danzō's handsome young face as five vacuum bullets shot from his mouth, smashing into Ebizō's troops and instantly blowing apart ten shinobi's heads.
This sight galvanized the entire Konoha army. With their commander leading the charge, they couldn't lag behind.
"Fire Style: Dragon Fire Technique!"
"Water Style: Water Wall!"
"Wind Style: Wind Cutter!"
Konoha-nin unleashed a barrage of ninjutsu, painting the battlefield in dazzling colors. The only response to this spectacle was the lives of the Suna-nin.
The Suna-nin gritted their teeth, barely holding on. The puppeteers' puppets were missing limbs. Ordinary shinobi were running out of chakra.
Even Ebizō, who had charged at the forefront, slowed down after prolonged combat. Unnoticed, sweat drenched his back.
Suddenly, he shook his head and dropped his weapon, looking up at the sky. "Sister, it seems your little brother has to go first," he murmured. Seeing several jōnin surrounding him, he now only wanted to die with dignity.
He pulled out a dagger to stab his own heart. At that moment, a kunai flew over, and a familiar voice rang out. "Ebizō, you coward! Has a single defeat broken you? Enough to make you commit suicide?"
The speaker was none other than Chiyo. She had made it! Finally arrived in time! Any later, and she might have lost her little brother forever.
Chiyo rushed to Ebizō's side as the Ten White Puppets easily killed the jōnin surrounding him. Tsk, Kage level power was truly different.
"Si...sister!" Ebizō froze momentarily before his eyes reddened and he hugged Chiyo.
Chiyo was startled, a flash of tenderness in her eyes before anger took over. "What kind of man cries like this? Let go!" She pushed Ebizō away.
Ebizō knew Chiyo was all bark and no bite. Though cold on the surface, she was the one who cared most about family.
With Chiyo's arrival, Ebizō regained his confidence, picked up his ninja sword, and rejoined the battle.
Danzō frowned. Had Orochimaru failed to stop her? He glared coldly at Chiyo. Just another Kage level opponent. Danzō's current strength was nearing Kage level. He could handle Chiyo if he fought her himself.
At that moment, a massive orange fireball came hurtling toward Danzō. His pupils constricted. When? So fast! No time to defend!
Then a figure appeared in front of Danzō, shielding him.
"Magnet Style: Iron Sand Drizzle!" Iron sand gathered, forming tiny particles that shot out like shotgun pellets, slicing the orange fireball into pieces.
The fireball and iron sand vanished simultaneously. Pakura frowned. Magnet Style? Iron Sand? The Third Kazekage? No! She looked at the man before Danzō.
When the man raised his head, Pakura saw his eyes clearly. "Three tomoe Sharingan! A Uchiha!"
A Uchiha who could use Magnet Style! And Iron Sand variant Magnet Style at that!
The one who blocked Pakura's Scorch Style attack was none other than Uchiha Ryun.
Seeing her sneak attack fail, Pakura gave Uchiha Ryun a deep look before flying toward Chiyo. She needed to use Scorch Style to open a path for the remaining Suna-nin.
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