At the border, Negishi Kusanagi stood on a hill, looking into the distance. There, the Konoha army was approaching. Leading them were the two grand clans possessing the highest bloodline limits in the ninja world: the Hyuga clan's Byakugan and the Uchiha clan's Sharingan.
He took a deep breath. To say he wasn't nervous would be a lie, but he had no way back. Behind him were the five hundred ninjas he had personally selected. They might be inferior to the enemy in strength, equipnt, and experience.
But now, they suddenly had a belief. From this day on, the Grass Village would no longer be a fence-sitter; from this day on, they were the independent faction.
They were here.
Negishi Kusanagi narrowed his eyes as Konoha's vanguard ca into view. It was the advance team of the Uchiha clan, about fifty people, led personally by Uchiha Fugaku.
"Get ready."
The ninjas behind him gripped their kunai tightly and held their breath.
Five hundred against fifty—the nurical advantage was theirs, but behind those fifty were another nine hundred and fifty n.
Staring at the approaching enemy, Negishi Kusanagi suddenly smiled: "Co on. Let see just how strong these so-called prestigious clans really are."
With a wave of his hand, the combat formation was instantly deployed.
The four hundred Grass ninjas behind him scattered across the slope of the hill and into the nearby woods; this was the ambush point they had carefully chosen.
Using the terrain and their numbers, they could at least... at least deal a heavy blow to the enemy, Negishi Kusanagi told himself.
Uchiha Fugaku stopped on an open patch of ground about two hundred ters from the hill and raised his hand to signal his team to halt.
His three-tomoe Sharingan calmly swept over the hill and woods ahead, leaving no shadow where an enemy could hide unexposed.
"Seventy-three people in the left woods, fifty-five behind the jagged rocks on the right, and the main force on the front slope... two hundred and seventy-two people."
He spoke in a low voice to his deputy beside him, "A crude encirclent formation."
"Should we notify the main force in the rear?" the deputy asked.
"No need, pierce straight through."
Before his voice fully faded, Uchiha Fugaku was the first to dash forward.
The fifty Uchiha ninjas followed close behind. There were no complex flanking maneuvers or probing feints; they just charged straight and clean toward the hill.
"Fire!" Negishi Kusanagi roared his command.
Instantly, kunai and shuriken poured down like rain, mixed with explosive tags and a few scattered Fire Style and Wind Style ninjutsu.
The dense sound of cutting through the air ford a solid sheet, completely covering the space in front of the Uchiha team.
Uchiha Fugaku didn't even slow down. His Sharingan spun at high speed, clearly capturing and predicting the trajectory of every incoming tool and jutsu.
His body moved through the attacks with incredible flexibility and precision.
Spinning, ducking, leaning sideways, and tilting backward—his movents were as smooth as a dance, and not a single kunai could touch the edge of his clothes.
The clansn behind him did the exact sa.
Their crimson eyes left trails of red light as they bolted forward. The entire team was like a red-hot knife, easily slicing through the seemingly airtight net of long-range attacks.
Even if there were a few attacks that could not be completely avoided, they were precisely deflected with kunai or detonated in advance.
"How is this possible!" A young Grass ninja stared with wide eyes, his hand holding the kunai trembling.
The distance between the two sides closed drastically in a matter of seconds.
"Close combat, stop them!" Negishi Kusanagi drew his long sword and was the first to et them. He had to lead the charge; he was the commander!
Negishi Kusanagi's blade was fast, striking toward Uchiha Fugaku's neck with lethal intent. However, the edge of his blade only sliced through an afterimage.
Fugaku's real body had already appeared on his left side, driving a heavy kick into his ribs. Negishi Kusanagi only felt a massive force hit him before he flew backward, crashing heavily into a tree as a sweet taste rose in his throat.
Uchiha Fugaku didn't even give him a second glance; his figure already diving into the ranks of the Grass ninjas.
The slaughter began.
No, perhaps "harvesting" was a more accurate word.
With the insight of the Sharingan, they could always predict their opponents' attacks and strike back from the most difficult angles.
The Grass ninjas' advantage in numbers felt hollow and useless against such extre differences in individual strength.
Often, three or four Grass ninjas would surround a single Uchiha, only to find all their coordination seen through and all their attacks hitting empty air. Then, the Uchiha would seize a fleeting opening to deliver a fatal blow.
Kunai pierced hearts, shuriken slit throats, and Fire Style burned bodies at close range... screams and dying groans echoed one after another.
A Grass Jonin roared as he ford hand signs: "Earth Style: Earth Spike!"
Sharp stone pillars erupted from the ground.
The Sharingan of the Uchiha youth in front of him spun. He leaped lightly into the air just a split second before the stone pillars burst out, throwing three shuriken tied with steel wires. They precisely wrapped around the Grass Jonin's limbs, and with a hard pull!
The mont the Grass Jonin lost his balance, a Uchiha kunai was already driven into the center of his forehead.
On the other side, five Grass ninjas tried to use a coordinated Wind and Fire combination jutsu to block the retreat of an Uchiha Chunin.
But that Chunin's Sharingan saw their chakra flow with perfect clarity. The mont the fireball erupted, he slipped through a gap between two wind blades by a hair's breadth. The kunai in his hand flashed with a cold light, and the two Grass ninjas maintaining the Wind Style collapsed as blood sprayed from their necks.
The combination jutsu instantly collapsed.
Well-equipped? Yes, the Grass ninjas were holding weapons and wearing armor that were much better than before, which Shiraki had scraped together through gritted teeth.
But before the Sharingan, the weak points of their armor were easily pierced, and their fine weapons didn't even have ti to hit their targets.
Firm in their belief? The Grass ninjas truly held the determination to fight for their village. However, they now found out that it was all garbage.
They clearly felt that they had beco stronger, yet when four to five hundred of them fought fifty people, they couldn't even gain an advantage with a tenfold nurical superiority.
"Retreat! Retreat to the second defensive line!" Negishi Kusanagi coughed up blood, shouting at the top of his lungs.
He saw it clearly. In less than three minutes of engagent, over sixty or seventy people on his side had already fallen. anwhile, on the Uchiha side, although there were casualties, the number was a re handful.
The rout began.
The Grass ninjas had long been driven witless by this one-sided crushing. Hearing the order to retreat, they imdiately broke and fled backward, their formation completely shattered as they ran for their lives.
"Chase them!" A young mber of the Uchiha hawk faction had gone red-eyed with slaughter. Licking the blood splattered near his lips, he wanted to lead a team up the hill to expand their victory.
"Halt."
The cold voice wasn't loud, but it caused all the Uchiha clansn to stop instantly.
Uchiha Fugaku stood where he was, his clothes free of dust, his breathing not even rushed.
He turned his head, his three-tomoe eyes looking at the clansman who wanted to pursue.
With just a single glance—devoid of killing intent or anger—the young hawk felt a chill run through his entire body.
Fugaku's gaze swept over the battlefield. The Grass ninjas had left behind forty-seven corpses, and a dozen or so heavily wounded or incapacitated n were wailing.
He showed no rcy, ordering his n to finish them off one by one.
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