"He's coming down!"
"Kill that brat!"
Bloodthirsty Suna ninjas, eyes red with rage, roared as they raised their kunai and long blades, charging toward Shiratori.
Behind Shiratori, a Suna ninja ford hand seals, and a dense flurry of wind blades shot toward him with deadly force.
A long blade slashed over his head, but in the blink of an eye, his figure appeared in front of the ninja, his fist already smashing into the ninja's chest.
A heavy force slamd into the ninja's chest, making him stagger back two steps. He rubbed his chest and a cold smirk flashed in his eyes.
Just a brat. His punch felt soft and powerless.
The Suna ninja raised his blade again, but in that instant, he heard an explosion from his chest.
Boom!
His chest burst open, torn apart by an invisible force. Blood spurted out wildly. He staggered a few more steps.
Shiratori's figure weaved swiftly among the Suna ninjas. With precise kicks, he knocked two of them straight into the incoming storm of wind blades.
A kunai stabbed at his neck but missed. His fist, wrapped in black lightning, struck the neck of the ninja in front of him.
The ninja was sent flying, blood spraying into the air.
"Kill that brat!"
"No matter the cost!"
He heard the furious shouts of the Suna ninjas all around him.
[Killing Intent detected]
[Multiple sources: 4000 points each]
[Total accumulated: 80,000 points]
[Energy transferred to Sukuna]
[Developnt progress: 79.2%]
Boom!
A massive blade swung down, grazing his back and slamming deep into the sand, sending a spray of it flying. At the sa ti, several kunai and senbon shot toward him from the sides and front, sealing off all escape routes.
Then, as if triggered from within, liquid rcury exploded outward from around Shiratori, forming a barrage of fine rcury needles that shot toward the Suna ninjas.
The Suna ninjas imdiately pulled back their weapons, trying to block the onslaught of needles. But those closest to him had no chance to evade. The hair-thin rcury needles pierced their skin with precision. Screams erupted around Shiratori.
The rcury inside the Suna ninjas quickly spread through their bloodstreams.
Their legs gave out, and they collapsed stiffly to the ground, vision darkening.
"That stuff is poisonous!"
"Don't touch it!"
Those who avoided the attack gritted their teeth and shouted to their comrades.
This brat could move so effortlessly while surrounded by so many chunin and genin. He was undoubtedly a prodigy.
If they let him grow up, wouldn't he beco another Hanzō? They absolutely could not give this brat the chance to grow stronger!
Even if it cost them their lives, they would strangle this threat in its cradle.
"Attack!"
The Suna ninjas once again closed in on him from all directions.
[Killing Intent detected]
[Multiple sources: 2000 points each]
[Total accumulated: 20,000 points]
[Energy transferred to Sukuna]
[Developnt progress: 81.2%]
Shiratori panted heavily, his figure weaving among the enemy ranks. His body moved on instinct, launching attack after attack. His blood boiled with excitent, screaming for battle.
With a roll, he pulled away, widening the distance between himself and the Suna ninjas.
His pupils burned with fighting spirit.
His prodigious and cursed physique only made him more exhilarated the longer the battle went on.
Looking at the Suna ninjas in front of him, he noted, there wasn't a single jonin among them. Even if he fought a little more recklessly, there wouldn't be any real danger, right?
As he looked at the group of Suna ninjas, his figure blurred. The long blade on his back was drawn in a flash.
The mont his feet stopped, the blade in his hand slashed through the air with a whistle.
The body of the Suna ninja before him was instantly segnted. A weak point, one forcibly designated by the rules, reflected clearly in his eyes.
He slashed at it precisely with his blade.
Boom!
The Suna ninjas collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.
The long blade in Shiratori's hand didn't tremble in the slightest. Blood dripped from the edge, and without missing a beat, he locked onto his next target.
His movents flowed like water.
More and more of their comrades were either gravely injured or dead, pushing the remaining Suna ninjas into a greater frenzy.
They sward at him relentlessly, attacking from all sides.
One ninja, wielding a long-handled war scythe, had a howling whirlwind swirling around the blade. He raised it high and brought it crashing down on Shiratori's head with trendous force.
Behind him, a Suna ninja skilled in Earth Release clapped his hands to the ground.
"Earth Release: Earth Flow Spears!"
Several sharp stone spears burst from the sand, stabbing out from beneath and behind Shiratori.
Countless blades of light reflected in his eyes.
It was airtight.
Shiratori's eyes sharpened, the excitent in them practically glowing. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he gripped his blade tighter. His reflexes were astonishingly fast. His figure moved like a weightless ghost, gliding freely across the battlefield. With a quick sidestep, his blade shot out like lightning, the scythe-wielding ninja let out a miserable scream and fell instantly.
Shiratori weaved through the forest of rising stone spears.
His blade danced again and again, effortlessly taking the lives of the Suna ninjas.
Strangely, he wasn't even striking vital points like the heart or throat, but one by one, the Suna ninjas either collapsed or lost the ability to move.
They were either dead or completely incapacitated.
His strength was rapidly exceeding what the Suna ninjas had expected. Even more terrifying, his taijutsu seed to be growing stronger with each passing mont.
One Suna ninja had his spear handle caught precisely by Shiratori.
Startled, he barely had ti to react before a flash of steel crossed his vision, and then he collapsed to the ground, the war no longer having anything to do with him.
A fan in the hands of a Suna ninja buzzed to life.
A slicing wind howled toward him with a shriek, ready to tear him apart.
Shiratori raised his blade and swung. Just before the wind reached him, it dispersed.
A gentle breeze rely brushed aside the hair on his forehead.
"W-What just happened?!"
The Suna ninja stared in disbelief at his blade.
That sword… cut the wind?
How was that possible?
Of course, a sword couldn't cut wind, but Nanami's Ratio Technique could.
The technique could forcibly create weak points in anything, including attacks.
More and more Suna ninjas fell.
His speed was increasing. To them, all they saw was a flash of white, then ca the searing pain in the chest, and the blade tore effortlessly through armor and flesh, splashing hot blood into the air.
So didn't even have ti to scream before they hit the ground.
[Fear detected]
[Multiple sources: 2000 points each]
[Total accumulated: 12,000 points]
[Energy transferred to Hanami]
[Developnt progress: 56.7%]
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