The long blade tore through the sky, slicing the air!
It streaked toward Hideki, the Jashin squad leader standing at the edge of the wall. This move completely caught him off guard. He had seen Ren jump and assumed the boy was going to show off some Dual-Wielding Kenjutsu, close the distance, and dive into the crowd to prevent them from using wide-range ninjutsu.
After all, though Ren's swordsmanship didn't look polished, it was more than enough against these rogue ninjas. But why throw the sword? Doing so meant losing a primary weapon for nothing!
In an instant, Hideki's mind raced with possibilities, but the blade was already upon him. Seeing the freezing glint of the cold steel, his eyes bulged. He grabbed his subordinate, Masato—who had just run up beside him—by the collar and yanked him forward as a human shield, while he himself performed a tactical backbend into a split.
Puchi!
Thud!
The katana pierced through Masato as easily as paper, continuing its momentum until it embedded deep into the cliffside behind them.
"Captain... you... I..." Masato coughed up a spray of blood onto Hideki's face, his eyes wide with disbelief. He seemed to have many questions, but his eyes closed forever.
Hideki, cross-eyed as he stared at the blade that had missed his forehead by an inch, felt a wave of lingering fear. Thankfully, I have 'beloved subordinates' to block blades for me. Now that the kid had lost his weapon, Hideki planned to order a full ninjutsu barrage. He didn't believe that "Earth Style: Hardening" ability Ren used in the smoke could last much longer.
However—
Twang!
Hideki tilted his head, only to see a pitch-black thread suddenly snap taut on the hilt of the embedded katana!
The next moment, a whirling blue blade-light ignited! Like a frantic, rotating windmill, it crossed dozens of meters in an instant, roaring toward them like a semi-truck hitting a champagne cork!
"What is that?!"
"What the hell is this thing?"
"So fast! Why is it so fast?!"
The Jashin Genin watched in awe as Ren Uchiha, pulled by the taut thread, adjusted his posture in mid-air and used the momentum to spin his remaining sword into a giant windmill.
Ren performed a second mid-air rotation to close the gap. But since he lacked the propulsion of an ODM gear from Attack on Titan, he chose to throw his second blade as well. To him, a ninja sword was just a larger version of a kunai.
Shuuu!
The sword tore through the air, and under Hideki's terrified gaze, it pierced right through his arched waist as he was still in the backbend.
"AAAGH!"
Amidst the screams, Ren landed from the sky, stepped on Hideki's chest, and yanked his sword back, sheathing it. Ignoring Hideki's stench and agony, he kicked the man over and snatched the tool pouch from his waist.
Heh. Ren weighed the pouch in his hand, a "free loot" smile spreading across his face. As expected of a leader, the pouch held 17 shuriken, 3 kunai, and about 8 needle-like senbon.
A Ren with ninja tools and a Ren without them were two entirely different species. Next, he was going to attack like a "tentacle monster"!
Ren hooked the pouch to his belt, his Sharingan tracking every ninja's position. He pulled out four shuriken in each hand and let them fly.
Shuu! Shuu! Shuu! Shuu!
Eight shuriken flew in arcs that looked chaotic but hid deadly precision! And that was just the start. Within three seconds, all 17 shuriken, 3 kunai, and 7 senbon were unleashed in a swarm. Their tails trailed black Earth Grudge Fear threads, dancing in the air like a nightmare of spiders.
He didn't stop there. Ren slapped the cliffside, breaking off a chunk of rock, and began hurling those too. Pebbles, stones, Hideki's scabbard, shoes, even the metal plate from a headband... anything he could grab.
He snatched another pouch from the dead Masato. This guy is poor—only 6 shuriken. Ren frowned but didn't have time to complain.
"Anyway!" he roared. "Eat my 'Shuriken: Throw Everything I Have' Jutsu!"
Within five seconds, he had turned the sky into a dense, overwhelming barrage of projectiles. The shadows leaped as the morning sun was momentarily blotted out.
"Damn! What is wrong with this kid?!"
The Jashin ninjas gasped in horror. How could one person output as much fire as an entire squad?!
"Cover! Find cover!"
"His firepower is insane!"
"The battlements! Hide behind the wall, it's a blind spot, he can't hit us there!"
"If you can't hide, hit the deck!"
"Wait... I'm behind the wall, but why are these shuriken CURVING?!"
"AAAGHHH!"
When the barrage finally settled, only six people were left standing. But before they could celebrate being survivors, Ren flashed a savage grin.
He held three threads between his teeth and leaned back into a tactical pull! Ten fingers yanked the threads simultaneously!
"Sharingan Sōfūsha: San no Tachi!" (Windmill Triple Blades)
The projectiles scattered across the field suddenly stood upright, their tails glowing with black threads. The threads snapped back, pulling everything together.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The tools snapped back, revealing the killing blow hidden beneath the chaos. The threads wrapped around the remaining ninjas, binding them tightly to the stone battlements.
Snap! Pull!
CRASH!
The stone battlements were sliced and crushed by the tension of the threads, sending massive boulders plummeting down the high wall. The explosion of dust and debris drew the eyes of everyone in the castle.
"Phew..." Ren rubbed his aching forehead, exhaling deeply. "This much commotion should be enough to draw them all."
It was his first time controlling so many threads at once, but the results were spectacular. In the original series, a young Sasuke used this to bind a target. But in Ren's hands, it was a high-powered killing blow.
Ren turned his gaze down the wall. Twelve elite Jashin ninjas were sprinting toward his position.
"Next up... the chase begins."