Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three black shadows streaked through the forest like light, soaring skylarks.
After parting with Night Crow, the three quickly entered a combat state.
Even the usually lively and impulsive Eagle didn’t dare to be the slightest bit negligent now.
She kept her Sensory Ninjutsu active at all times, fearing they might unknowingly fall into an enemy ambush.
Suddenly.
Eagle’s eyelid twitched as she sensed something unusual.
She hurried to alert her two teammates beside her, “Swan, there are Chakra fluctuations ahead!” Amamiya Ayane asked calmly upon hearing this, “Copy that!
How many people in total?” The girl’s tone was so steady that Eagle, who had been feeling a bit panicked, now felt much more at ease.
She sensed carefully again.
Then she replied with certainty, “Only four people.
From the Chakra fluctuations, it should be a configuration of one Jonin and three Chunin, and not a particularly powerful Jonin.” That would likely be a Special Jonin.
Amamiya Ayane acknowledged this and exchanged a silent look with Woodpecker.
The other person didn’t speak, only nodding.
Amamiya Ayane understood; Woodpecker meant he would handle that Special Jonin.
“How can we allow others to snore beside our bed?” The girl then decisively made the call, “Old rules.
Woodpecker and I will lead the attack, Eagle, you provide rear support!
Move out now!” ——————— Nomura was a veteran in Konoha.
He was born during the era of the First Hokage and was a member of the second graduating class of the Konoha Ninja Academy, making him roughly a contemporary of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
By today, he had been performing missions for nearly thirty years.
Due to limited talent, Nomura’s progress had stalled at the level of Special Jonin, with no hope of being promoted to Jonin.
As a result, what he enjoyed most in his daily life was using his age to put on airs and boss around his Genin juniors.
He relished seeing their faces when they clearly disagreed but were forced to be respectful to him.
Nomura originally thought his life would continue like this until the end.
Who knew that a few days ago…
He was both luckily and unluckily drafted into a secret unit to carry out a surprise raid on the Land of Rain.
As a cynical veteran, Nomura naturally wouldn’t be fooled by talk of the ‘will of fire’.
He knew very well.
Such missions sounded glorious, but in reality, the odds were stacked against them, and the survival rate was extremely low…
Consequently, his already vile nature had become even more extreme.
For example, right now…
“You Amegakure lot aren’t much besides knowing how to use poison.” Inside an Amegakure lookout post in the mountains…
Corpses were strewn everywhere, and blood stained the ground crimson.
Nomura, with a hint of smugness, spat on the only living captive on the ground.
“Hey!
Little girl, didn’t your teachers at school teach you how to distinguish Clone Jutsus?” He squatted down.
Looking at the trembling girl before him, he mocked, “To think you couldn’t even tell my real body from my clone and threw all your explosive tags into thin air…
Hahaha!
I say, you really are stupid enough!” The young girl was covered in blood, with large chunks of flesh torn open, faintly revealing the white human bone beneath.
Clearly, she had just undergone a period of inhuman torture.
By now, she was completely paralyzed with fear, unable to speak, only able to shake her head instinctively.
“This kind of reaction is really boring.” Nomura sighed, a trace of cruelty and sadistic pleasure showing in his eyes.
“I did think about cutting out your tongue, but I haven’t even done it yet!
How did you become a mute already?” Under the terrified gaze of the girl beneath him…
He took out a Kunai and then, aiming at her finger, suddenly thrust it in!
“Aaahhh!!!” The pain from the fingers went straight to the heart, and the Amegakure Ninja immediately let out a scream of agony.
Nomura didn’t think he was being excessive at all.
He pulled out the blood-stained Kunai, brought it to his nose and sniffed, then let the blade hang extremely close above the other person’s eye socket.
Crimson blood fell from the blade, splashing onto the female Ninja’s rapidly dilating pupils…
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”