"Tsunade, take her and go."
"Will you be okay?"
"Relax."
Tsunade promptly carried Pakura off—adding two taps along the way to ensure the woman enjoyed an infant's sleep for a good long while.
Tsunade's sudden appearance—and just as sudden retreat—startled the Mist shinobi, then let them breathe again.
Yorin could beat two Tsunades now, but the Mist didn't know that.
They still believed Tsunade outclassed Yorin.
Facing Tsunade unprepared was pressure enough.
But now things looked good.
Tsunade had withdrawn; the Uchiha brat remained. Rearguard sacrifice? What a pity. The Mist don't fuss over "comradeship."
Kill the brat fast, then chase Tsunade.
If a Legendary Sannin dies by our hands—that's a windfall!
With that naïve thought, the Kiri-nin stepped onto the field. Sensing something wrong, Mei Terumi shouted, "Careful! This man is dangerous—treat him as Kage-class!"
Her warning sent chills through the others—but too late.
As she spoke, screams erupted beside her—again and again, in a rapid cascade that defied belief.
"Where is he?! Where?!"
"Flying Thunder God—is it Flying Thunder God? How is he this fast?! Is he the Yellow Flash?!"
"No—no FTG—damn—aaah!!"
It wasn't FTG.
It was simply Speed 11, and Body Flicker mastery on par with Uchiha Shisui.
In straight-line speed and long-range mobility, Yorin might lag Minato—but in attack power and coverage, he far exceeded him.
Thirty-two Chidori-laced kunai turned him into a walking sword array.
If Minato is precise point-to-point deletion, Yorin is a giant life eraser.
Once the fight began, everything within an eighty-meter radius died as if swarmed by thirty-two elite taijutsu masters—slaughtered in a blink.
Even the sword experts just shy of the Seven Swordsmen were immediately singled out. One 5× Monster Strength Thunder–Fire Sword—instant kill.
Too slow, too weak, too crude—these "strong" jōnin could only die.
"Don't engage him in melee! Open distance! Use ranged attacks—use sealing to pin him down!"
Mei's voice had changed. In moments, half of her hundred-strong elite battle group lay dead!
Another minute and it'd be over.
Uchiha Yorin: "Good tactics—but is there time?"
—No. Of course not. As Mei barked the order in fury, Yorin wiped out the rest.
The field was carpeted with Kiri corpses—eyes wide with terror, unclosed in death.
Only the strongest, the most cautious, the luckiest crawled back to Mei—
Credit to the future Fifth Mizukage: in a crisis, she performed beyond herself—unleashing a powerful jutsu to turn the area into a lethal zone.
Boil Release: Skilled Mist Technique!
By mixing Fire and Water chakra, she generated a highly corrosive acid fog—transforming a wide area into a human no-go zone.
Terrain (heavy fog) helped, but even so Yorin nodded, impressed.
No wonder it can damage Susanoo years later.
Even with Lightning Armor, you can't linger long in that fog.
Yorin stopped just outside the haze. "As expected of you. You have my attention, Mei Terumi."
Seeing him halt, Mei and the survivors exhaled a fraction—only to feel the breath choke in their throats as dizziness slammed them.
They'd kicked an iron wall!
Four jōnin leads. A hundred-strong elite unit. Wiped out in minutes. What monster was this?!
They could already see it: that handsome face with a hint of madness, those Thunder–Fire blades, that kunai "merit wheel"—they would haunt Kiri's nightmares for life—
assuming they lived.
So—keep fighting?
No. No one wanted to face that monster again. Time to bargain. "We lost this one! Let's cut a deal—each of us walks away!"
One Mist shinobi forced a tough tone, addressing Yorin.
"Yeah—behind this acid fog, you can't cross! So we retreat, you retreat—how about it?" another chimed in.
All they got was Yorin's dry heh.
So Mei tried a psychological ploy to force him off:
"We have pursuit teams—already chasing your allies!
"If you don't go help, both Pakura and Tsunade will be killed—are you fine with that?"
A lie. These were the only troops Kiri sent for Pakura.
Four jōnin and a hundred elites—plus an ambush—should have been more than enough. Who could have predicted Uchiha Yorin would erase them in under three minutes?
Deploying soldiers costs money; Kiri isn't flush. Yagura's so broke he's about to sell his hook—there's no budget for extras.
"Instead of lying, pretty one—use that brain for the right thing."
Yorin smiled lightly. "Like figuring out how to live through what's coming."
"—He's coming! Form up!"
As soon as she heard him—and sensed his Flicker—Mei shouted.
Her troops reacted instantly—ringing her, weaving signs—
Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!
Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!
Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!
It's a potent jutsu with great visuals—its flaw is the original form needed 44 signs.
In a high-tempo world, 44 signs is long enough for the enemy to kill you 10,000 times.
But Kiri had an answer—their modified version needed only a few signs, with no loss of power.
In a blink, eight water dragons fanned out from Mei's acid-fog line—teeth bared, claws extended—rushing every which way.
If you can't find the speedster Uchiha, carpet-bomb him. That was the play.
Everyone thought it was a plan—until Mei felt a jolt of wrongness—
"Wait—!"
Too late.
In a single instant, those eight majestic, "invincible" dragons screamed—then were split in half from nose to tail. Lightning rode the water straight back into the casters, detonating among the Kiri ranks.
—Chidori kunai—Uchiha Yorin's Chidori kunai.
In the last chorus of screams, the final batch of Kiri ninja fell. Only Mei remained.
Beautiful and unmatched, she felt ice flood her veins—her pulse spiked past two hundred. Death had never been so close.
Uchiha Yorin—the insane, invincible Uchiha—was nearby—
Left?
Right?
Where?!
Under the iron grip of fear, Mei spun in place, scanning frantically—if Yorin left her alone, she'd likely knock herself out.
At that moment—a foul wind touched her back.
As the boot touched down, she felt… relief.
She exhaled, rolled her eyes, and—like Pakura—collapsed.
[Quest complete. Reward issued: +1 Free Attribute Point.]
Thus Uchiha Yorin took a complete victory! Kiri's elite—annihilated—not a single survivor.
Gazing over the carpet of corpses—and that unrivaled beauty of a prize—his mood soared. He tipped his head back, covered his brow, and laughed:
"Hn-hn… hn-hn-hn… hn-hn-hn—HAHAHAHA—!"
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