"The Hyūga clan—now you see it clearly, right? Wherever they pull out bones, you strike where they don't have bones. If they don't use the Shikotsumyaku, can't use ninjutsu, can't throw Explosive Tags, and can't use ninja tools… you're not scared of that, are you?"
Hyūga Hiyasu smiled.
"Charge!"
Six hundred Hyūga shinobi surged forward instantly. The method of fighting was already clear, and they naturally countered the enemy—what was there to fear? Charge!
If the Kaguya's bone spikes are on the outside, how do we fight?
Those who know Eight Trigrams: Mountain Crusher Strike, use it. This move that hits through barriers feels incredibly satisfying.
If you don't know it, then just push through. I'll only injure my hand—you'll lose your life.
Besides, a kekkei genkai shinobi is worth a fortune, right? I never had the chance before, but now—no one better stop me.
However, Hyūga Wataru still stayed close to Hyūga Hiashi.
The duty of protecting the main family—he still didn't dare forget it.
At the same time, guilt weighed on his heart. If I weren't from the branch family, Hiyasu would have had a better future… Father has wronged you.
The Kaguya clan had already gone mad.
The word "retreat" didn't exist in their dictionary.
…Well, do the Kaguya even have a dictionary? Never mind, that's not important.
A frontal clash? When has the Kaguya clan ever feared anyone? Kill one and you break even—kill two and you profit.
"Charge!"
Their morale was high.
But reality was harsh.
The moment bones were pulled out through Shikotsumyaku, the Hyūga's Gentle Fist struck the unprotected parts, turning them into pulp—without even giving the bones time to regenerate.
Bone armor? Bone shields? Try taking a Mountain Crusher Strike.
What, you're saying that such an advanced Gentle Fist technique is only usable by the Hyūga main family? Sorry, Hyūga Hiyasu figured this out himself. Aside from the name and general usage, it's completely different from the authentic Eight Trigrams: Mountain Crusher Strike.
What, you're calling it plagiarism? Sorry—there are no laws in the shinobi world.
What, you're saying only Hyūga jōnin can use Mountain Crusher Strike?
Sorry—advanced Shikotsumyaku techniques like bone armor and bone shields are also only usable by Kaguya jōnin.
Isn't that just a coincidence?
Some Kaguya shinobi tried to unleash Shikotsumyaku: Dance of the Clematis—planning to wipe out both friend and foe.
But the moment they placed their hands on the ground, nearby Hyūga shinobi surrounded and killed them.
Ninjutsu has a startup time—that's a fatal flaw.
What, you're saying Kaguya shinobi could fake charging Shikotsumyaku and launch a sneak attack? Other clans might do that 100% of the time—but the Kaguya clan? 100% incapable.
Ask why?
Because the Kaguya are just too straightforward. They only know how to charge head-on.
Let's give a round of applause for the Kaguya clan's "fine qualities."
And so, under overwhelming advantages in intelligence, technique counters, and triple the manpower…
This group of one to two hundred Kaguya clan members was completely annihilated by six hundred Hyūga shinobi.
At the cost of one death and sixteen injuries, the Hyūga clan secured their first victory.
...
On the Uchiha side—
They faced the Hidden Mist Technique, known as the nemesis of the Sharingan.
Within the chakra-infused mist, the Sharingan couldn't clearly see incoming figures at all.
So—
The Uchiha shinobi simply stood outside the mist, quietly waiting for Mist shinobi to run out.
Yes—run out.
"Help me!"
A Mist shinobi wearing a Hidden Mist forehead protector stumbled out in panic. When he saw the group of Uchiha in front of him, his eyes widened in shock.
Meanwhile, the Uchiha's eyes turned red with excitement.
Damn it—after being on the battlefield for so long, they finally get to taste blood.
Several Uchiha in front had already drawn their blades, ready to strike.
At the same time, they stared at each other, afraid someone else would beat them to it.
"Well, well… so you're here. Sorry for making you run so far—must've been tiring."
Uchiha Kamito's voice sounded from behind the Mist shinobi.
The shinobi's pupils dilated.
"No—don't—ah—!"
One slash—decapitation.
"Sorry, didn't hear that."
After giving a brief greeting to the nearby Uchiha clansmen,
Uchiha Kamito turned and stepped back into the mist.
The remaining Uchiha stared at each other in silence.
"Tch… what kind of nonsense is this? We're all Uchiha—so why can he run wild inside the Hidden Mist Technique like that?"
Having evolved her Sharingan from one tomoe to two after the Land of Rain battle, Uchiha Yumi couldn't help but complain.
"Exactly."
The Uchiha around her nodded in agreement.
As for why they didn't say it out loud—
Did they really think all Uchiha were treated equally?
Uchiha Yumi was the department head Kamito's secretary.
And everyone knew—when a male boss has a female secretary with no blood relation… maybe it's innocent, but would you bet on it?
"He's slaughtering people inside the mist, and he doesn't even take us with him."
"Exactly."
"We eight hundred Uchiha came here to wreak havoc—not to watch a show!"
"Exactly. This war better not end like this. Otherwise, how are we supposed to explain it back home? 'We marched out, rested for two days, stood around on the battlefield for half a day… and it was over?' We wouldn't even have the courage to attend the victory banquet!"
Hiruzen Sarutobi: Who says those who didn't fight don't deserve a seat? In Konoha's victories, everyone contributes! We must treat everyone equally—so I'll take the seat of honor at the banquet.
The Uchiha felt frustrated and uneasy.
But the Mist shinobi inside the Hidden Mist Technique felt even worse.
Their main assault direction was the Kaguya side.
Here, they were only supposed to stall and wait for opportunities.
That's why they spent the chakra of over a dozen jōnin and dozens of chūnin to create this massive Hidden Mist Technique that could last half a day.
But who the hell let that monster in?!
A flash of blade—
A Mist shinobi's head fell to the ground.
The surrounding Mist shinobi immediately turned to look.
All they saw was a streak of crimson light that vanished instantly.
Damn it—he's not even one of us, so how is he more at ease in the mist than we are?!
A Mist shinobi stared at his comrade's corpse, speechless. Is this our home field… or the Uchiha's?
Completely unaware—
Behind him, a flicker of red light flashed.
A white gleam—
Another decapitation.
"The Hidden Mist Technique combined with invisibility techniques is really effective. Add in the Yamanaka clan's sensory techniques, the ANBU's concealment methods, the Gekkō clan's silent steps—and the fishy smell on these Mist shinobi… is this place heaven?"
Yamanaka: No plagiarism.
ANBU: No plagiarism.
Gekkō: No plagiarism.
Inuzuka: If you're going to plagiarize, don't change the names randomly—it makes legal disputes troublesome later.
Uchiha Kamito: There's no plagiarism law in the shinobi world.
The shinobi world's famous rights defender and forbidden jutsu researcher Senju Tobirama: When Konoha was founded, I should've established copyright laws first.
Uchiha Kamito thought to himself—he had originally been quite afraid of large-scale ninjutsu.
For example—
Uchiha Madara, master of micro-control, taijutsu powerhouse, ninjutsu expert, genjutsu grandmaster… facing Senju Hashirama's map-wide attacks, map-wide attacks, super map-wide attacks, map-wide attacks…
He was completely suppressed, with no way to fight back. In the end, he could only join if he couldn't win.
Summoning a Susanoo… a bigger Susanoo… an even bigger one.
Fortunately, Uchiha Kamito didn't have that problem.
In this kind of high-level battlefield—tracking enemies, concealing oneself, assassinating, escaping, ambushing, exploiting openings…
Uchiha Kamito only had one thing to say:
You people really have a good eye—you knew exactly what I like.
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