He then saw the rest of his team speeding towards them, with a lone Uzumaki trailing behind.
'Where is the rest..?' Takeda wondered, confused as to why the Uzumaki was alone. However, he knew that he had to remain focused and alert, so he stopped wondering with his thoughts and started to focus.
There was jokes that the army loved to share about Uzumakis, especially about their... unorthodox use of seals. One of the jokes was that every door was protected by a seal, and Takeda had a feeling that this might be true.
The rest of the team arrived and slammed the door, which was probably enforced with a seal. They waited to see if the rumors were true, and to their surprise, they were as he heard a loud crash without the door being damaged.
A Kiri-nin snorted, "Damn, it wasn't all a joke after all."
His partner, another Kiri-nin, responded, "Anything is possible with those Gingers, fucking Uzumakis."
Takeda then gave the order, "Alright, let's move. Soru, you were in the Bakuha Butai, right?"
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Soru nodded proudly, "Yes, sir. Always been, and always be."
"Alright," Takeda said, pointing to the door leading to the bunker. "Fuck this door up for us, if you please."
Soru nodded and quickly got to work. He formed several hand seals, and then slammed his hand multiple times onto the seal protecting the door. There was numerous loud explosions, and the door was blown off its hinges.
They ran down, everyone of them running to their maximum capacity, until the entered a dark room.
In there, there was the heir, being hold by a kid, probably a Genin in uniform.
And the 10 guard that they thought were missing.
Takeda's heart raced as he glanced towards their feet, and watched the Uzumaki clan begin to form a complicated series of hand seals. He knew their reputation well and had no doubt that they were attempting a teleportation jutsu, damn he could bet his legs and eyes that it was the case. He couldn't allow them to take the heir.
With a sense of urgency, he charged towards the child, his sword at the ready. He swung with all his might, aiming to take down the young boy and stop the Uzumakis in their tracks.
However, as Takeda's sword came crashing down, he felt his strike miss its intended target. His eyes widened in shock as he realized that the Uzumakis had successfully completed their jutsu.
In the blink of an eye, Takeda, his team, and the two kids disappeared from the face of the elemental nation.
And at that moment, The Uzumakis had proven once again, that they were not to be underestimated.
Eichi felt his heart sink as he realized he had no choice but to leave his brother behind.
Tears were streaming down his face as he clutched the newborn heir in his arms and ran away from the battlefield. He couldn't bring himself to look back, knowing that his brother was fighting for his life. The weight of the responsibility he carried was crushing him, but he had to keep moving.
On his run, he could see some people in strange costumes chasing him. He didn't know their affiliation, but he couldn't afford to trust anyone until he arrived at Konoha's gates. He pushed himself to keep going, even as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him.
As he ran, he could hear the sounds of battle growing fainter behind him. He didn't know how much time he had before the enemy caught up with him. He had to find a way to protect the heir and complete his mission.
With a heavy heart, he used what little chakra he had left to create one shadow clones to cover his tracks and distract the enemy. He had to think of a plan fast, or he would never make it out of there alive.
Eichi's heart raced as he sprinted through the labyrinthine alleyways. His breath came in ragged gasps as he pushed himself to the limit, his muscles burning with exertion.
Sweat trickled down his face as he weaved through the maze of narrow alleys, desperately trying to shake off his pursuers. 'Damn, where the hell are we?' he thought to himself, looking up at the towering buildings that loomed overhead.
Despite his exhaustion, Eichi forced himself to focus his remaining chakra, honing his senses to detect any signs of his pursuers.
He was keenly aware of the danger that he and the newborn heir were in, and he knew that he had to stay alert if they were to make it out of there alive.
His concentration was soon rewarded as he sensed a sudden flurry of movement behind him. He reacted instinctively, leaping to the side just in time to avoid a volley of senbons that whistled past his ear.
He could feel the wind from the projectiles as they flew past him, and the close call made his heart race with adrenaline.
The senbons were thrown precisely, one at his lung, the other at his kidney, and another at his heart. It was clear that the Kiri-nin who had thrown them was highly skilled and deadly.
Eichi knew he couldn't stay in one place for too long, as he was still being pursued by the Shinobi who were after him and the heir.
He quickly got up and continued running, weaving through the alleyways and trying to lose his pursuers. His legs burned with exertion, and his lungs were on fire, but he had to keep going. He couldn't afford to fail his mission.
As he ran, he tried to think of a plan. He knew he couldn't take on the Shinobi by himself, especially not with his depleted chakra. He needed to find a way to outsmart them, to turn the tables on them and gain the upper hand.
And just his luck, as he leaped into another alley, he got ambushed by the same Kiri-nin that had attacked him earlier. "What!?" exclaimed Eichi, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.