Naruto: I, Uchiha, Just Want to Die

Chapter 135: The Shattered Sword Gale, Chaotic Dance!

Faced with the oncoming slash of a 40-meter-long blazing greatsword!

Even the mere gusts stirred by its movements unleashed violent air currents in all directions.

The winds swept the Sand Hidden shinobi two meters backward, their feet skidding across the ground. Their faces distorted under the pressure, nearly losing their footing and being blown away.

The seals forming in their hands faltered for a moment, and they could only stare in horror as the towering blazing greatsword came crashing down toward them!

"Shinobi squads, regroup on me! Quickly!"

"And all team leaders, bring your squads to form a joint ninjutsu unit immediately!"

The Sand Hidden commander's scalp went numb as he witnessed the scene. His eyes widened, and he roared with urgency.

The range covered by this single sword was simply too vast, leaving him, positioned in the central force, with no path of escape.

As the brain of the entire unit, if he were to be taken down, it would be nearly impossible to reorganize the shinobi into an effective counterforce to handle that seemingly invincible little brat.

If this attack were allowed to land, the fate awaiting the Sand Hidden would be nothing short of—

Total collapse!

The formation of the Sand Hidden forces shifted rapidly. Seven elite squads, previously stationed at the flanks, the central force, and the frontlines against Manda, retreated with incredible speed under their commander's orders, converging at the center.

The Sand Hidden commander immediately barked another command:

"Everyone! Unleash indiscriminate ninjutsu toward the sky! Destroy that sword!"

The next moment, the Sand Hidden shinobi, staring up at the sky with dread as if facing a god,

gritted their teeth, formed seals with trembling hands, and roared in unison:

"Wind Release: Wind Blade Technique!"

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

"Water Release: Water Shot!"

"Earth Release: Earth Flow Wall!"

"Earth Release: Rising Spears!"

A storm of ninjutsu surged skyward. Countless wind blades, rock pillars, fireballs, rock bullets, earth spears, kunai, saw blades launched by puppets, and even tiny poisoned needles hurled in desperation by lower-ranking shinobi filled the air.

Yet, under the overwhelming might of the descending blazing sword, all these attacks were vaporized, dissolved, or obliterated in an instant.

Still, waves of attacks continued to rise from the ground!

Against such a barrage, the sword's descent was finally impeded.

The delay, though brief, was enough.

The seven elite squads, along with the Sand Hidden commander himself, had reached their positions.

Eight Jonin, fifteen elite Chunin—

Their faces turned grim as they raised their hands toward the sky in unison, completing their seals and shouting:

"Joint Ninjutsu: Wind Release – Super Great Sickle Weasel Technique!"

An enormous storm, far surpassing the power of a regular Great Sickle Weasel Technique, erupted instantly.

A colossal whirlwind, over ten meters in radius, surged skyward, howling, exploding, and draining the air to create a vacuum.

Countless streams of air collided, countless wind blades clashed, as though ten thousand invisible blades were cutting furiously at the heavens!

The massive whirlwind collided with the blazing greatsword.

Blinding flames and violent winds burst forth.

From the collision point, an immense sandstorm erupted, spreading terror across the battlefield.

Red willows and thorny bushes were ripped from the ground and flung skyward. Coarse gravel shot in all directions like shrapnel, leaving deep gashes on the terrain.

Then, as if heaven had cleared, the fearsome blazing greatsword shattered under the combined technique, exploding into a cascade of fiery sparks that lit up the battlefield like a grand fireworks display, only to vanish moments later into the night.

In the midst of the Sand Hidden encirclement, Uchiha Ci's expression darkened as he gritted his teeth.

So, the shinobi of a great nation weren't as simple as he thought!

The Wind Release: Great Sickle Weasel Technique was only a B-rank ninjutsu, but under such coordinated execution from a team of elites, its power rivaled that of an S-rank technique.

"Tch, this is troublesome!"

Uchiha Ci glanced at the Sand Hidden central force with a grim face.

The blazing greatsword, much like the Flame Fist he used to break Hiramekarei's blade, was a variation of Fire Release Chakra Mode, fueled by immense amounts of dark chakra and the forbidden technique Body Revival.

In other words, such large-scale ninjutsu could only be used one more time with the current reserves he and the Zero-Tails possessed.

This ambush, capitalizing on their distraction with Manda, was his strongest strike.

If there were a next time, with his tactics known and his actions watched closely, it would be nearly impossible to execute another decisive beheading strike.

As the battlefield cleared, the three hundred Sand Hidden shinobi gazed at the shattered greatsword and the scattering fiery sparks in the sky.

Their morale surged!

The looks directed at the small boy within their encirclement shifted dramatically.

Uchiha Ci instantly felt a barrage of hostile, murderous, and intense emotions aimed at him.

Before him, a line of floating subtitles appeared, reading:

[The three hundred Sand Hidden shinobi think you're nothing special!]

Every Sand Hidden shinobi around him now had glaring red markers on their heads and faces, like seductive yet cheap temptresses provocatively gesturing at Uchiha Ci.

Their taunting eyes seemed to say:

Come on, fight us already! Come on!

Uchiha Ci: "..."

Taking a deep breath, his gaze locked onto the Sand Hidden commander at the center.

He cursed under his breath:

"Damn it, I really didn't want to dance!"

"You all forced me into this!"

The flames on his body extinguished, his charred right hand began regenerating rapidly before their eyes.

One by one, Uchiha Ci yanked out the kunai, swords, and needles embedded in his body, tossing them aside carelessly.

Clink, clink, clink.

Then, his crimson Sharingan eyes glowed malevolently as he coldly surveyed the endless ranks of Sand Hidden forces before him.

Taking a bold step forward, the nearest Sand Hidden shinobi collectively swallowed nervously. Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads as they stared at the blood-soaked boy with black hair and crimson eyes.

Seeing his wounds heal at a shocking speed, seeing the disdain and indifference in his gaze, and seeing him stroll through their ranks as if taking a leisurely walk in his backyard, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

Only the sounds of heavy breathing, swallowing, and the haunting cries of vultures drawn by the scent of blood filled the air:

"Screeeech~!"

The Sand Hidden shinobi gripped their weapons, their hands trembling uncontrollably.

Their expressions mirrored those of the shinobi during the Fourth Great Ninja War when faced with the infamous Uchiha Madara.

After that awe-inspiring decapitation strike, they couldn't tell if Uchiha Madara himself was impressive, but they were certain of one thing—

This boy before them could absolutely wipe them out in a single move!

"Phew."

"Let's begin," Uchiha Ci exhaled deeply.

His Sharingan spun in the night, crimson lines flickering as he quickly analyzed the transformed battlefield.

The earlier exchange had forced the Sand Hidden to unleash numerous Earth Release techniques,

turning the terrain into a forest of stone pillars.

Combined with the preexisting wind-eroded rock formations of the desert, this terrain was ideal for Uchiha Ci's style of combat!

Adrenaline surging, he memorized every detail of the battlefield in an instant, mapping routes for infiltrating enemy lines in his mind.

Reaching behind, he grasped the six ninja tool pouches on his waist.

With swift movements, he drew and hurled them!

A storm of shuriken rained down!

Uchiha Ci's Sharingan gleamed as he lunged forward, his lips curling into a crazed grin.

Fueled by the dark chakra, an inexplicable thrill coursed through him.

Grinning widely, he bellowed:

"Try to stop me, Sand scum!"

"Now, taste my move—"

"Ninjutsu: Shuriken Throw Everything Technique!"

Under the astonished gazes of the Sand Hidden shinobi, Uchiha Ci unleashed his full power. His hands moved so fast they became a blur, leaving phantom afterimages.

Eight shuriken, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four... two hundred and eighty!

An unending barrage of wires and shuriken filled the sky, forming a relentless curtain of projectiles.

In just three seconds, the boy flung a quantity of shuriken comparable to an entire Sand Hidden platoon's coordinated volley!

"Damn it! What's with this kid?!"

The twenty or so shinobi closest to him froze, their breaths catching in their throats.

They watched the shuriken before them tracing various arcs, ricocheting, and flying in perfect unison, creating breathtaking curves as they shot through the air—

Under such a straightforward yet ridiculously effective attack method,

they were struck with horror. Scrambling to the ground, they hastily sought cover.

Their hearts quaked with shock, Damn it, why is this brat so good at throwing shuriken?!

When the rain of shuriken finally subsided, and they cautiously raised their heads again,

they were horrified to discover—

the brat had vanished without a trace!

"Where is he?"

"Is he trying to use this as a distraction to hide?"

"No, he might be planning to ambush our commander again!"

The Sand shinobi looked around nervously, but the boy's figure was nowhere to be found. They were as frantic as ants on a hot pan, trying to come up with countermeasures.

One Sand ninja shouted angrily to quell the panic,

"Damn it, someone hurry up and report this to the commander!"

However—

In the next instant, a cold and radiant sword light suddenly flared up, forming a dazzling arc!

A figure, swift as an arrow, leaped from behind one of the Sand shinobi.

Wielding a Kusanagi blade that shimmered like autumn water under the moonlight,

one hand gripping threads of Earth Grudge Fear nearly invisible in the night, he spun and jumped through the air like a phantom thief under the moonlight.

His chaotic yet deliberate steps twisted and warped, bringing him crashing down from above.

With the sword raised high, he swung it downward with fierce momentum!

"Slash!"

In an instant, the loudest Sand shinobi was felled by a single strike,

crumpling to the ground, unable to rise.

The rest of the Sand shinobi gasped in shock, snapping their heads around, only to see the boy hook his fingers, tap his toes into the blood-soaked ground and with his chaotic yet mesmerizing footwork, leap back into the air.

Then, he perched atop a high, wind-eroded rock pillar.

The enormous full moon behind him cast its light, leaving his face obscured in shadow except for a pair of glowing crimson Sharingan, silently spinning.

Looking down on the terrified Sand shinobi below, their scalps prickling, he smiled faintly and coldly declared:

"Although the plan has changed—"

"This place—"

"Is now my hunting ground!"