“Ganro, watch out!
Strengthen your defense!” The Sunagakure Jonin immediately spotted the heavy iron spheres, steel hammers, and other heavy weapons.
At this moment, these heavy tools were descending upon the Earth Wall with the crushing force of a collapsing mountain.
Rumble…
A succession of heavy tools slammed down.
Under this continuous, heavy battering, the highly defensive Earth Wall actually began to crack.
“Not good!” The heavy tools smashed down repeatedly, finally breaching the defense.
The bald Chunin and the two puppet masters were directly exposed to the residual force of the Manipulated Tools: Tenblade Ranman.
As expected of a battlefield veteran, the Special Jonin puppet master reacted with extreme speed, and he still had a trump card up his sleeve.
He pulled a small sealing scroll from his breast pocket, quickly unrolled it, and released a spare puppet.
The spare puppet stood directly in front of the three of them, attempting to block the violent impact of the heavy tools.
With a sharp crack, the spare puppet was instantly smashed to pieces, turning into a pile of wooden fragments.
The residual force of the Manipulated Tools: Tenblade Ranman remained terrifying.
A massive assortment of various ninja tools continued their relentless advance, hurtling toward the three men behind the ruined earth wall.
However, at the cost of the spare puppet’s destruction, the Special Jonin puppet master had bought a brief buffer.
Not only did he avoid being crushed to death by the heavy tools, but he also gained a split second to support his comrades.
The Special Jonin puppet master extended his ten fingers, and thin threads of Chakra shot from his fingertips.
These Chakra threads danced and spun continuously, deflecting and parrying the incoming small and medium-sized tools.
At the same time, two Chakra threads wrapped around the waists of his two comrades, pulling them away from the path of the crushing heavy tools.
Once the metal tide subsided, the entire battlefield was littered with countless metallic ninja tools of every shape and size, reflecting a cold, eerie light that struck fear into anyone who saw it.
“Huff…
huff…” The Special Jonin puppet master panted heavily.
Clearly, the sudden burst of using Chakra threads for defense and rescuing his two teammates had consumed a significant amount of his physical strength.
Beside him, the bald Chunin who had just been saved was also gasping for breath.
Having cast the B-rank Earth Style: Earth Wall twice, the burden on his Chunin-level Chakra reserves was undoubtedly massive.
“My puppet…
Damn it!” Looking at the debris of his puppet scattered across the ground, the Special Jonin puppet master was consumed with rage.
Puppets were incredibly expensive to construct.
To think that his hidden spare puppet had been smashed to pieces by this wretched Konoha ninja!
This spare puppet was something he had built bit by bit, pinching pennies and skimping on meals, and now it was completely gone.
How could he not be furious?
He wanted nothing more than to tear these Konoha ninjas apart, to eat their flesh and drink their blood!
“Found you!” The Sand Jonin pointed his sword.
Clearly, their previous charge toward the monkey-faced Konoha Chunin had been a feint.
Their true tactical objective was to pinpoint the exact location of this supposed trap-and-tool master.
“Damned Konoha ninja, die!” The Special Jonin puppet master channeled his grief and anger into power.
His hands formed seals rapidly, reaching a speed of four seals per second: Tiger-Hare-Snake-Horse-Ram.
“Wind Style: Wind Cutter Jutsu!” In an instant, sharp, pale-blue vacuum blades transformed into lethal scythes, slicing through the empty air.
Everywhere the vacuum blades passed, trees across the battlefield were sliced clean through.
The growth rings at the cuts were perfectly defined, looking like beautifully polished wooden cross-sections crafted by a Sunagakure artisan.
Under the perception of his sonar Radar Jutsu, however, all of the Sand ninjas’ movements were laid bare.
Sasuke Umino maintained his absolute grip on the rhythm of the battlefield.
Sasuke Umino’s expression remained unchanged.
He suddenly pressed down on Tekudo’s head, forcing it down just as a vacuum blade sliced through the giant tree in front of them, passing right over the boy’s head.
Looking sideways, the sliced surface of the giant tree was perfectly level with his line of sight, like a smooth, massive wooden table.
The concentric rings of its growth pattern were clearly visible.
“Phew…
That was too close.
I almost became a headless ghost.” Tekudo clutched his pounding heart, clearly shaken.
“Oh?
It’s Kikaichu.” Sasuke Umino had originally planned to lead the three young ones in a strategic retreat, but he suddenly detected the presence of the Aburame Clan’s Kikaichu on the battlefield.
Kosuke Maruboshi’s mobile patrol unit had finally entered the range of his sonar Radar Jutsu; they were less than three kilometers away.
“Looks like I need to stall for just a little longer.” Sasuke Umino stopped in his tracks, formed the Ram seal, and cast his Transformation.
Following the Transformation, his entire appearance changed drastically.
The dark green Chunin vest he wore transformed into a highly distinctive Uchiha Jonin vest, with the fan-shaped clan crest—resembling a ping-pong paddle—looking exceptionally prominent on his back.
Within his eyes, the Uchiha Clan’s signature Three-Tomoe Sharingan appeared.
However, if one were to look closely, they would see a fundamental difference from the real thing.
The three tomoe in his eyes appeared slightly dull, like a pair of tomoe stickers pasted on, lacking true depth.
Sasuke Umino then focused his Chakra into the pathways of his eyes, causing a blood-red light to swirl within them.
This bore a striking resemblance to the Chakra surge characteristic of activating the Sharingan.
With this, it should be more than enough to fool these Sand ninjas.
“Sand ninjas, do you too wish to dance?” Sasuke Umino suddenly leaped up, landing on the cut surface of the giant tree.
He actively revealed himself, his expression incredibly arrogant and wild, looking like a Konoha Shura reborn.
“Not good!
It’s an Uchiha Jonin!” “It’s over…
We don’t stand a chance.
Forget about retrieving the intel, even escaping alive is a distant hope.” “No wonder his trap-and-tool skills are so terrifying.
He isn’t some trap-and-tool master; he’s an Uchiha Jonin!” “It’s a Three-Tomoe Sharingan…
Could this Uchiha be an elite Jonin?” The Sand ninjas reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, their hearts trembling violently.
Seeing Sasuke Umino’s attire, the Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his eyes, and especially that distinct, aloof, and arrogant posture characteristic of the Uchiha, their pressure multiplied.
Not a single one of them suspected that this was merely a Transformation used to bluff.
Even the Sand Jonin was no exception, completely believing what his eyes showed him.
The Sand ninjas were on the verge of a collective mental breakdown.
The scenario they dreaded most had actually occurred.
The strength of an Uchiha Jonin was universally acknowledged throughout the Ninja World.
In particular, those who had awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan were almost always elite Jonin, and some might even have touched the threshold of Kage-level power.
Furthermore, Uchiha ninjas were typically masters of Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, and Genjutsu alike, possessing almost no weaknesses and excelling in virtually everything.
The Will of Wind that the Sand ninjas had just unleashed was completely suppressed under this arrogant, overbearing pressure of the Uchiha.
“Mmph, mmph…” Hiding behind the giant tree’s wooden table-top, Tekudo covered his mouth and nose, desperately holding back his laughter to avoid ruining his captain’s Bluff Style display.
The captain’s Bluff Style was simply too powerful.
To think he had actually fooled all of these Sand ninjas!
Even an A-rank Genjutsu probably wouldn’t have been this effective, right?