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"Whoosh—!"
The rapidly thrown Three-pronged Kunai tore through the air, creating a piercing sound beside his ear.
The Sand Ninja directly in front instinctively swung his blade in the direction of the sound, but a golden streak of light suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye.
The young man's figure was even swifter than the Kunai; he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Ninja tool while it was still mid-flight, seizing the tenth of a second pause as the Sand Ninja swung his blade.
A sidestep, a reverse grip, a spin.
The blade precisely cut through the throat, and his figure, like a golden stream of light, had already passed behind the Sand Ninja like a spinning top.
However, Namikaze Minato hadn't had time to look for his next target.
He already heard the surging sound of crashing waves behind him.
What kind of noise is that?!
He instinctively leaped up, stepping on the waves that crashed onto the ground like a tsunami, taking several steps to barely steady himself, his body carried several meters by the current.
When Namikaze Minato looked up towards the direction from which the Ninjutsu was cast, his vision already reflected a firework that had broken through the water mist, blooming brilliantly and dancing in the night.
Whether it was a Chunin or a Jonin, Ninjutsu-type or Taijutsu-type, under his ignited blade, they were all sliced apart like cutting melons and vegetables.
It was as if no one in this world could stop him.
Seeing this scene, Namikaze Minato's face showed an inexplicable smile.
This matter was quite peculiar.
Even he, a mediocre talent, had already made a name for himself in the Ninja World early on.
However, a truly gifted person like Kiri-kun, with such overflowing talent, was actually officially stepping onto the battlefield for the first time; until today, even he, who had fought Kiri-kun, didn't know that he still had such a beautiful and dazzling sword art hidden—that extremely sharp sword path clearly couldn't be mastered in a short period of time.
Furthermore, this wasn't even Kiri-kun's true trump card.
The people who had truly experienced what kind of extraordinary and unparalleled talent monster he was, whether in Konoha or the entire Ninja World, probably only included a handful of people, including him, right?
Until today.
After tonight, Sawara Kiri's name would surely echo throughout the entire Ninja World, treading upon the corpses and blood of the Sand Ninja.
Namikaze Minato thought this, looking at the scarlet flame that moved freely among the Sand Ninja, even more confident than Sawara Kiri himself, and couldn't help but whisper:
"Let them see."
"Kiri!"
But in reality, it wasn't just the Sunagakure side that was shocked.
Almost as soon as the Sand Ninja's infiltration into the Konoha positions with Shadow Avatars was discovered, the few on-duty personnel who hadn't slept in the front-line command post had already taken their places at the signal stations.
The so-called 'signal station' was actually a large Chakra diffusion platform specially set up for Yamanaka clan Ninja, but it was shaped like a metal chair, with a helmet resembling an iron pot extending forward from the backrest, covered with various Sealing Technique formulas, directly connected to the Yamanaka Ninja's brain.
It allowed multiple people to communicate through his mind, and could also serve as a relay station, projecting the images seen by the Perception Ninja into the eyes of a specific person.
At this moment, several Commanders were yelling at the troops they were responsible for, various sounds mixing into a chaotic mess in this command post dug out from underground:
"Outpost Three! Outpost Three!"
"Mr. Noda, have your men return to the trenches! Do not expose your position without orders!"
"The forward command does not need support, all perimeter areas on alert!"
"Are the defense forces all dead?"
"Where are our Perception Ninja? Where are the Hyuga? Quickly have them determine where the attack is coming from."
Until a Yamanaka Ninja sitting at a signal station suddenly straightened up and shouted:
"Found them!"
"Target is in the southwest flank forest, total number… thirty or more!"
Everyone subconsciously quieted down.
Almost at the instant this sound rang out, the black and white image in a Hyuga Ninja's eyes was projected by this Yamanaka Ninja into the eyes of Nara Shikama, the chief Commander of the front line.
But the next moment, just as everyone else was waiting for his subsequent interception orders, they saw Nara Shikama, who had just been solemn and ready to issue commands, suddenly look bewildered and murmured:
"This is…"
"Blocked?"
He stared at the black and white image in his vision as if watching a movie.
Although the image had no color, he could still, by virtue of the Byakugan's vision, determine how intense the surging flame on the battlefield was, based on the ultra-high density Chakra reaction that was almost a white line.
Nara Shikama thought to himself that he had originally believed Hatake Sakumo's sword art was invincible, but he didn't expect someone else to be as brave as him.
"Whose subordinate is this?"
"Quickly send support!"
However, compared to the relieved Konoha Ninja, the Sunagakure side was much more miserable.
The three members of Sawara Squad, who had broken through the first round of encirclement, had now gathered in one place, like the sharpest spearhead, directly piercing into the already loose formation of the Sunagakure assault team.
Several puppets rolled down with bladed wheels from above, sweeping towards the young man in front, and simultaneously shot out dense poison needles.
Namikaze Minato's figure ran continuously, hugging the ground like a zigzag line, while throwing a Three-pronged Kunai at a person in front, he rolled to avoid a heavy axe striking the ground.
He pushed off the ground with one hand, doing a handstand.
Twisting, spinning.
His torso, like a windmill wound to its maximum, suddenly swept around, his lower leg striking the heavy axe Sand Ninja's waist and abdomen.
Konoha Great Whirlwind!
However, another person almost simultaneously flashed out from behind him, holding a Kunai in reverse grip, ready for a long time, thrusting downwards with force, his face filled with excited ferocity:
"Got him—"
However, before he could gloat.
He saw a highly condensed Chakra sphere suddenly form in the palm of the golden-haired young man rolling on the ground, and he swung it at him without hesitation.
"Rasengan!"
The super-high-speed rotating Chakra ball collided with the blade, emitting a series of piercing friction sounds.
A bad premonition immediately arose in the Sand Ninja's heart.
Almost at the instant this thought appeared, the blade, constantly twisting in high-speed vibration, suddenly shattered into a burst of metal fragments.
Immediately after, the Rasengan also slammed into his chest.
"Boom!"
His entire distorted body crashed into the mud.
"Minato is already very skilled,"
Sawara Kiri withdrew his gaze from there, looking at the last few Sand Ninja in the distance.
Among them, a man with the tallest and most imposing figure stood in front of him, looking at him with a cold expression:
"In this operation, we did not anticipate a Ninja of your caliber being stationed here; it was our oversight."
"However,"
He looked at the Ninja blade in Sawara Kiri's hand, which he didn't know how many times it had been replaced, with a somewhat wary gaze: "Your distinctive Flame Blade, we have never heard of it before."
"May I ask which Konoha Jonin you are?"
Sawara Kiri nodded at him with a gentle smile, his tone very sincere:
"I do not change my name, nor my surname."
"It is I, Kakashi Hatake!"
"?"
Just as the Sand Ninja was pondering whether he had ever heard that name anywhere, Sawara Kiri had already taken a step and shouted behind him:
"Megumi!"
Almost at the same moment his voice rang out.
Two Uchiha Megumi appeared synchronously from his sides, one left and one right, forming different hand seals at the same speed.
"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"
"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"
"Combined Ninjutsu: Great Flame Breakthrough!"
Wind aided the fire, and fire borrowed the wind's power.
The two overlapping violent Ninjutsu doubled in power at the same instant; the fire, which was already surging forward in an arrowhead shape, pushed by the wind, was like a scorching mountain constantly advancing forward.
In just an instant, it completely engulfed the Sand Jonin from before.
But that wasn't all.
Sawara Kiri's speed underfoot became faster and faster, as if completely ignoring the flames burning in front of him, locking onto the enemy's position with his clear blue "Six Eyes."
The power of the blade in his hand was further enhanced by the surrounding sea of fire.
Cleaving through flames.
At the same time, these few Sand Ninja struggled to leap out of the sea of fire, with multiple blisters burned on their bodies, and their original idea of secretly escaping one or two people while talking nonsense was completely ruined.
"Damn brat!"
"Next time, I will definitely—"
However, before his companion could finish speaking, another person who was watching the sea of fire seemed to notice something, frowning tightly.
"What, what is that?"
The others also involuntarily turned their heads, looking in the direction he pointed.
Then, they vaguely seemed to perceive it too.
In that surging sea of fire, something seemed to be leaping.
How is this possible?
However, at the moment they realized this, everyone felt their idea was a bit absurd.
They had just broken out of there; how could they not know the power of these flames?
Only the Sand Ninja who had spoken earlier stared intently, not letting his gaze deviate for a moment, the expression on his face gradually twisting, and even his roar became sharper:
"Disperse!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The figure enveloped in the center of the flame current was like a swimming dragon, tearing through the air at an incredibly high speed, each step as if treading on the wind.
That brilliant blade light, the last scene in their vision, left a mark as profound as the sun.
"Sun Halo Dragon: Head Dance!"
His figure darted, his blade light flickered.
Even the sound was half a beat slower than his figure.
The scattered Sand Ninja stood dazed in place.
On their necks, a faint charred cut, as fine as a charcoal pencil mark, remained.
The scarlet flames in the night slowly extinguished.
Everything returned to the silence unique to the battlefield.
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