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Chapter 191 The Ultimate Wind Release
This is a complete slaughterhouse.
These ninjas, considered elite in their respective villages, became lambs to the slaughter the moment they set foot on this land.
Their ninjutsu, their taijutsu, their combat experience—all seemed so laughable, so powerless in this realm shrouded by invisible blades.
On the beach, pieces of flesh and blood instantly decomposed, along with plumes of warm blood mist rising up, appeared one after another.
In just a few breaths.
Apart from the two raiding ships quietly moored in the water, there wasn't a single living person to be seen on the entire beach.
The pungent smell of blood, mixed with the saltiness of the sea, created a nauseating odor that enveloped this land of death.
The wind gradually stopped.
The chilling, piercing whistling sound vanished.
What followed was a gentle whirlwind with a strange, pulling force.
The blood mist that permeated the air began to slowly converge towards the center of the beach.
A wisp, a thread.
more and more.
They twist, hover, and compress in the air.
Immediately afterwards, the invisible whirlwind swept up the blood and landed in a glass bottle that had quietly appeared at the edge of the beach.
The process was silent and precise, like an experimental procedure designed a thousand times.
The glass bottle looked ordinary, yet it collected all the blood mist without leaking out in the slightest.
"Click".
A slight, crisp sound.
A hand wearing a black tactical glove steadily put the bottle cap on and tightened it.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the stillness of the night.
A figure slowly emerged from the dark, dense forest at the edge of the coast.
His steps were steady, each step landing firmly on the sand without making a sound.
The newcomer wasn't particularly tall, but the somber and resolute aura emanating from his very bones was impossible to ignore.
His face was expressionless, and his half-closed eyes gleamed with a sinister, cold light.
It was as if the bloody massacre just now was just a trivial matter.
This figure was none other than Shimura Danzo, one of the commanders of Konoha's vanguard force.
He was dressed in the black outfit of the Root organization, with his cloak hanging low, almost shrouding his entire body in shadow.
Without rushing into action, he simply and gently tucked the glass bottle filled with blood mist into his bosom, his movements fluid and natural, as if he were collecting a trivial trophy.
Danzo Shimura slightly raised his head, took a deep breath, and felt the night breeze brush against his cheeks, carrying the salty smell of the sea.
He spoke softly to himself, his voice low and hoarse, full of confidence in his own strength and disdain for his prey.
"It's been a while since I've smelled this much blood."
"...The vanguard of Kirigakure and Kumogakure, huh? Heh heh heh."
These few words reveal the ruthless nature of the Dark One of the Ninja.
The weariness and contemplation of his infrastructure-building days were gone from Shimura Danzo's half-closed eyes; only pure killing intent remained.
Unlike the smell of soil and sweat mixed together at the Nanga River construction site, the air here felt more... familiar to him.
Yes, it's familiar.
This is the environment in which he, Shimura Danzo, should exist.
The sea breeze rustled the hem of the cloak.
Danzo raised his hand and caught a leaf that was blown by the wind.
On the leaves, there were still traces of the terrifying wind blades that had cut through them.
"The ultimate form of Wind Release..."
Danzo muttered to himself, and with a gentle rub of his fingers, the leaf turned into powder and slipped from his fingers.
Hiruzen's methods always exceeded his expectations.
This is not a simple wind-style ninjutsu.
Instead, he controlled the nature and form of chakra to an appalling degree.
The massacre that just happened was more than just killing.
It was also a precise collection.
As those wind blades sliced through the enemy's body, they also extracted their blood in the form of mist, which was then gathered together by the airflow.
Only Danzo himself knew the extent of this control.
"Use the enemy's blood to research methods to defeat them..."
Danzo's lips curled into a cold smile.
This is the real Hiruzen.
We will never waste a single resource, not even the corpses of the enemy.
In his eyes, these so-called elites of Kumogakure and Kirigakure were no longer ninjas from the moment they set foot on this land.
They were just...experimental materials.
Danzo Shimura knew better than anyone that peace was never achieved through prayer.
It was built through victory after victory, forged with the blood and bones of the enemy.
He glanced sideways at the two raiding ships that were quietly moored in the shallow water.
"hehe."
Danzo's eyes remained completely unmoved.
He slowly raised his right hand, and an extremely simple mudra instantly formed at his fingertips.
There was no earth-shattering fanfare.
But the sea breeze that had just calmed down became strange again at this moment.
The wind is no longer sharp or biting.
It became heavy.
It becomes viscous.
As if an invisible giant hand had silently enveloped the two warships from all directions.
"Crunch...squeak..."
A sickening squeezing sound suddenly rang out in the silent night.
The ship's hull, made of tough ironwood, began to twist and deform at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The coating on the hull cracked under the strain, the planks were torn apart by several wind blades, and the sturdy mast, like a broken toothpick, snapped with a dull crack and fell helplessly to the ground.
Unreasonable physical destruction.
In the blink of an eye, the two raiding ships, carrying the enemy's hopes, were completely disintegrated into countless fragments of wood and iron, silently sinking into the dark sea without even a decent ripple.
After doing all this, Danzo seemed to simply dust off his sleeves.
He turned to face the dark forest.
A dozen or so dark figures silently appeared in front of him.
These Root ninjas, like ghosts, assembled in an instant.
They were dressed in matching black outfits and wore white masks.
Like a part of this darkness itself, it is silent and deadly.
They were Konoha's sharpest blades and Danzo's most loyal subordinates, highly trained and disciplined.
Danzo's gaze returned to the direction where the enemy's main force had disappeared—that dark and deep forest.
He didn't waste any words, but simply gave a brief order to a Root ninja beside him.
"Notify Wochao Village that the fish have come ashore and it is time to haul in the nets."
After receiving their orders, several Root ninjas vanished into the night like ink, without making a sound.
Uchiha Kagami should be arriving soon.
This welcoming ceremony, directed by the director himself, has only just begun.
rustling sound —
Danzo stood there quietly by himself.
His figure blended into the night, as if he had become the guardian of this coastline, or perhaps the Grim Reaper.
A sinister glint flashed in those half-closed eyes.
Hiruzen...
His thoughts these days are becoming increasingly unfathomable.
Danzo recalled Hiruzen Sarutobi's words in the underground stone hall before they set off.
"The Land of Whirlpools is an inseparable part of Konoha."
At that moment, Danzo instantly understood the domineering and unquestionable will behind those words.
The Hidden Cloud Village and the Hidden Mist Village thought they had seized an opportunity, but little did they know that from the moment they set foot on this sea, they had already fallen into the giant net spread by the Leaf Village.
A cold smile curled at the corners of Danzo's mouth.
He was really looking forward to it.
I wonder what kind of expressions the Third Raikage of Kumogakure and the Third Mizukage of Kirigakure will have when they discover that their proud elite vanguard has been completely wiped out the moment they set foot on this land.
I'm even more eager to see what kind of despair these elite vanguards will feel when they fall into the inescapable trap set by the Vortex Clan and are completely trapped on this island.
"Oh……"
A low, ambiguous laugh escaped from his throat.
The wind picked up even more.
His black cloak billowed and fluttered in the wind.
Danzo raised his hand, feeling the damp wind blowing from the sea.
He could smell the approaching two massive fleets merging in the distance from the wind.
Arrogant, conceited, and full of greed.
One can even imagine that the shadows of those two villages are currently engaged in a meaningless struggle in the flagship's conference room over who should take the lead and the distribution of the spoils.
The real war never begins on the battlefield.
From the moment Hiruzen decided to fight, from the moment Konoha's massive war machine began to operate, the outcome of this war was already predetermined.
The night grew ever deeper.
Only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks echoed again and again along the empty coastline.
Like the prelude to an upcoming grand funeral.