Chapter 303: National Destruction
Before absolute martial force, numerical advantage appeared so pale and laughable.
The power chasm proved so profound—mortal efforts before it merely drops in the bucket.
"Are you kidding me!"
"How can something this powerful exist?"
Those shinobi recruited by Fire Country's daimyo had undertaken various tasks at bounty stations over many years, traveling freely between nations without dying—each possessing several trump cards.
They'd hunted many great nation shinobi during missions, considering themselves battle-hardened veterans. When truly fighting desperately, they believed themselves surpassing great nation jonin by a notch. Yet now facing Perfect Susanoo—something so overpowered—they proved completely helpless, fragile as three-year-old children.
After the first batch of "warriors" charging forward died casually, others immediately grew intimidated.
Over many years living comfortably between nations, they relied not on tremendous strength but on expertly reading situations. Once the wind direction proved wrong, immediate strategic retreat.
Many eyes met briefly before immediately fleeing, soundlessly vanishing from the battlefield.
Only those shinobi originally carefully trained by daimyo and nobility hardened themselves, not daring to flee—forced to endure here.
"Quick, protect the daimyo while leaving here!"
Unknown who shouted first. Others immediately found life direction like finding salvation, swarming toward the daimyo manor—leaving only trails of chaos and despair behind.
Desperate fleeing precisely became the most conspicuous signpost.
Perfect. Yasushi didn't know where the daimyo was exactly. He simply followed their advancing direction, heading there together.
The daimyo manor gates opened. Over ten carriages filed out, horses whipped urgently while raising dust clouds, madly fleeing in all directions.
Several shinobi protected around each carriage. Momentarily impossible distinguishing which carriage contained the daimyo.
"Hahahaha..."
Yasushi laughed loudly, fundamentally not bothering to distinguish. Directly reversing his spear, he swung it. The chains behind transformed into living judgment serpents, carrying piercing shrieks while precisely lunging toward every carriage.
"Quick, block it!"
Those guard shinobi were frightened witless. Their howling voices cracked.
Momentarily, blazing fireballs, sharp wind blades, thick earth walls... various ninjutsu lights bloomed—like summer night fireflies attempting challenging a blue moon.
But this level of blocking couldn't even slightly influence the spear chains.
Destruction's trajectory never deviated even slightly—as irresistible as fate.
Chain after chain shattered fireballs, allowing wind blades repeatedly slashing across them, easily penetrating earth walls before directly bombarding into carriages—smashing occupants into meat paste.
Wooden carriages shattered like paper. Accompanied by brief, miserable screams, blood mists exploded within smoke and dust.
Yasushi came killing. He fundamentally didn't consider interrogation or other verbal exchanges.
Who cares who they are? Just kill them!
In his logic, destruction was the answer. Death was the conclusion.
"No..."
Amid all shinobi's miserable howls, Yasushi continued striding toward the daimyo manor.
Though these carriages and their occupants were eliminated, who knew if the daimyo was inside? Perhaps the daimyo hid inside manor secret chambers without emerging!
His thinking proved direct and cruel—like predators clearing nests without leaving survivors.
The daimyo manor occupied considerable area with pavilions, artificial mountains and streams. But with Perfect Susanoo walking inside, everything immediately got overturned completely.
Exquisite garden landscapes transformed into powder beneath the giant's feet. Power's symbols could only become ruins before absolute strength.
Yasushi needn't use any ninjutsu. Merely repeatedly stomping circles overhead—like magnitude ten earthquakes—completely destroyed this manor.
Even if underground secret chambers existed, they'd all been buried inside wholesale.
This wasn't combat—merely one-sided, complete erasure.
When dust settled, yesterday's power center had transformed into rubble graveyards containing no more life.
Yasushi didn't stop there. He stood in midair. His gaze swept left and right. The commanding view made him resemble a deity surveying a game board, bringing the entire capital's various scenes into view.
Frantically fleeing wasn't merely the daimyo alone. Those nobility residing within the city were also madly running now.
Spacious streets were now packed with carriages. Any civilians attempting blocking paths were mercilessly slaughtered on the spot by guard shinobi.
Blood water flowed along stone road crevices, staining streets once symbolizing prosperity into crimson streams.
Some clever nobility lay on shinobi bodies, being carried while frantically running across rooftops—far faster than carriages below.
"Hehe... haha..."
Yasushi watched these once lofty, arrogant nobility now fleeing everywhere like street rats. His heart felt tremendously satisfied. He couldn't help throwing his head back laughing.
"This is how it should be!"
"In this law-of-the-jungle shinobi world, why should you useless nobility sit idle enjoying success, towering above shinobi?"
"Times have changed! You should recognize your status and position sooner!"
"Your good days have completely ended. Obediently go reflect in hell!"
Against such scattered targets, Susanoo's attacks proved less effective.
Yasushi's thought stirred. Chakra orbs rapidly condensed—green energy spheres rotating around him, each containing destructive power.
He raised both hands. Those chakra orbs shot out like machine gun fire—"rat-tat-tat"—each selecting a target.
Boom boom boom...
Successive violent explosions rang out. Whether those fools hiding inside carriages or those "geniuses" taking fast lanes—amid this dense attack, absolutely none could escape. All were swept into explosions.
Massive energy easily tore all defenses into fragments. Shattered carriages mixed with severed limbs flew everywhere.
Scorching air waves wrapped with metal fragments and human tissue swept streets, striking beautiful carved beams and painted columns into countless holes.
Streets already covered in blood pollution received another thick flesh-and-blood carpet. Burnt stench mixed with blood scent into nauseating odor permeating every inch of air—making this already bloody city resemble endless hell even more.