Chapter 118: The Shinobi World Has Many Rogue Ninja—Not Without Reason
Every nation had village protection barriers for alarms and defending against enemy infiltration. The Land of Grass was naturally no exception.
However, unlike Konoha's barrier that had been repeatedly strengthened many times by the Second and Uzumaki clansmen, the Land of Grass's barrier was, as its name suggested, extremely grass-level.
Facing Yasushi's attack, those guards had no will to resist whatsoever. They immediately turned and fled.
Susanoo kicked and shattered the plaque with the character for Grass, along with the gate and guard post below, completely demolishing everything. With thunderous crashes, debris scattered everywhere—broken bricks and tiles in complete disarray.
Piercing alarm sounds immediately rang out. The village instantly descended into chaos.
A series of rushing wind sounds rang out. Over a dozen black shadows leaped from various places, blocking Yasushi's path.
"What kind of joke is this? What is that thing?"
The Land of Grass's leader Murasaki stood dumbfounded, staring at the Susanoo as massive as a Tailed Beast, his eyes nearly bulging out.
"It's the Akatsuki organization—they're causing trouble!" The gate guards, as if finding their backbone, rushed to Murasaki's side, bowing to report. "They say we should hand over some beautiful girls."
"Beautiful girls?" Murasaki paused, looking back at the people behind him. "Did you go hunting again?"
Everyone shook their heads together.
"No!"
"Recently, all who've passed through are Iwagakure. To prevent alarming friendly nations, we've been staying shrunk inside the village!"
"Could it be a misunderstanding?"
"Or maybe deliberately looking for trouble!"
Murasaki saw everyone chattering without reaching a consensus. He could only step forward to ask personally.
After all, as the village leader, necessary dignity had to be maintained. His momentum surged as he shouted:
"Does the Land of Rain want to declare war on the Land of Grass?"
"Don't think we're afraid of you!"
Looking at the outwardly fierce but inwardly timid Murasaki, Yasushi said bluntly:
"Hand over all the Uzumaki clansmen in your village. Let us take them away, and naturally everything will be fine. Otherwise, hehe..."
Yasushi laughed coldly. Lifting his hand, the staff swept across the ground, easily destroying all the buildings near the gate like crushing dry weeds.
"You're... going too far!" Murasaki's face flushed red with anger.
Though the Uzumaki clansmen weren't valued in Kusagakure, completely used as medical supplies, for the Land of Grass without a complete medical ninja system, these Uzumaki clansmen functioned as mobile hospitals.
Anyone injured, no matter how severely—as long as they weren't dead—just one bite and they'd immediately revive, jumping around energetically. What level of medicine was this?
Moreover, this medicine wasn't one-time use but could be used continuously long-term. Furthermore, this medicine could reproduce. This was completely sustainable development!
If used well, they could completely build a new powerful Kusagakure-style medical system around her.
If war really broke out, placing her at the rear of the battlefield, injured shinobi could continuously return to combat.
This was the guarantee of prolonged warfare—strategic-level resources!
This showed the twisted values of the shinobi world.
Such important strategic personnel actually had village status equivalent to slaves, without any dignity or respect.
They didn't even have daily maintenance or care. Couldn't eat their fill or dress warmly. Always felt like they'd collapse any moment.
Even tools—ninja blades still needed daily maintenance! How could tool people be treated this way?
Not just the Land of Grass was like this. Other nations were all the same. The more important the person, the more discrimination they suffered—as if afraid these people wouldn't rebel.
The shinobi world having many rogue ninja wasn't without reason!
But Murasaki didn't think this way. He believed his actions were perfectly reasonable, conforming to shinobi world customs, without any problems.
How could such important strategic resources as Uzumaki clansmen be easily given to others? He couldn't explain this to the village shinobi and daimyo!
So Murasaki immediately refused decisively:
"Impossible!"
"Don't go too far!"
"Kusagakure won't be bullied!"
"Is that so?" Yasushi curled his lip disdainfully. "I think you're quite easy to bully!"
"Hiruko, I'll kill people here. You go inside and find them. The characteristics are obvious—fire-red hair, one big and one small, two women. No problem?"
"Of course no problem!" Hiruko responded, his hands forming seals rapidly. His body seemed to dissipate into the wind, disappearing from the spot.
Murasaki's expression changed. He hastily shouted: "Quickly protect the village's important resources!"
Immediately several jonin led their teams charging backward, but more people surged toward Yasushi, hands forming seals, various jutsu firing simultaneously.
Whether useful or not, charge forward first.
"Fire Release: Demon Lantern!"
"Fire Release: Great Flame Prison!"
"Fire Release: Prison Fire Sword!"
Dozens of blazing fireballs appeared from nowhere. Each fireball's center manifested a twisted demon face, emitting shrill shrieks, encircling from all directions in strange arcs.
From the front, over ten fire pillars shot forth, weaving into a flame cage in midair, crashing down toward the crimson Susanoo.
A flaming giant sword condensed in midair, thrusting straight at the crimson Susanoo's chest where Yasushi stood suspended.
From the basic jutsu alone, one could see the gap between Kusagakure and the major shinobi villages.
Though each major village had unique characteristics, years of warfare had allowed them to collect all types of jutsu. They could completely select appropriate jutsu combinations for targeted combat based on battlefield needs.
But this group of Kusagakure shinobi—most attacking jutsu were Fire Release. Other types existed but were too few.
Though they had variety and created some uniqueness—taijutsu, ranged attacks, area attacks, control... everything present—it was simply too monotonous.
Their power was also quite lackluster.
Overwhelming flames swept toward Yasushi, but he was too lazy to even dodge. He simply stood within Susanoo, letting them bombard wildly.
The crimson Susanoo remained motionless. Demon Lanterns exploded into countless sparks across Susanoo's surface, demon-like masks shattering.
The flaming giant sword struck Susanoo's chest but instead shattered inch by inch, transforming into sky-filling fire rain scattering down.
Only when the Prison Fire Cage with sealing technique effects descended did the crimson Susanoo lightly wave its staff, tearing those fire nets to shreds.
After the flames dispersed, Susanoo didn't have even a single crack—completely undamaged.
Yasushi stood suspended at the crimson Susanoo's chest position. His Sharingan coldly scanned the shocked Kusagakure shinobi below, his lips curling into a mocking arc.
"Hehe, what I fear least now is group attacks. No matter how many small fries, they're useless."
After speaking, Yasushi pulled off his left sleeve, revealing the eye on his shoulder. With a surge of chakra, the Mangekyo reappeared.
"Takemikazuchi!"
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