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Chapter 0065 Prelude to Battle
🕑 Added 2024-10-12 17:17:35 +0000 UTCChapter 0065 Prelude to Battle
No wonder this feels so familiar!
I suddenly realized, my lips twitching uncontrollably.
That brat’s truly bizarre—how could I come up with such a crazy idea? Was it to attract the attention of the Sand Shinobi and make the ambush easier? Do I even understand how dangerous this is?!
If someone I knew saw me like this, they'd definitely cut ties with me as their student! There’s no way they'd acknowledge such a weirdo—it's just too embarrassing...
But am I using the Transformation Jutsu right now?
No, it’s not the basic Transformation Jutsu; otherwise, it wouldn’t be this flawless! Could it be an enhanced version of Transformation? Or a custom Ninjutsu? Heh, whichever it is… the fact that I put so much effort into it shows just how twisted my mind really is!
Thinking this, I couldn’t help but let out a cold smile. After this mission is over, I’ll have to reflect on how humiliating this all was.
While I was in the middle of dancing, a sudden chill ran down my spine. But I forced myself to ignore the shiver and finished the last step of the ridiculous routine.
Whew! The shameful moment was finally over!
I let out a long, deep sigh of relief.
Though it wasn’t the full version of Euphoria, dancing in women’s clothes for over a minute felt no different, to someone like me—a grown man in spirit—from being stripped naked and publicly humiliated.
[Congratulations, host, for completing the option. Your reward is a Bloodline Limit—Ice Release. All skills have increased by thirty days, and the Dragon Clan growth cycle is extended by three years.]
Well, considering how hard this task was, I wasn’t surprised that the reward was a Bloodline Limit. But if I had a choice, I would’ve much rather skipped this cursed option altogether!
The dazed, mesmerized expressions on the Sand Shinobi around me sent shivers down my spine. Just as I was about to release the transformation, a loud, angry voice suddenly rang out.
“Look at you all! What do you think you look like right now? You can’t even resist a simple mental suggestion?”
Whoosh!
Three figures suddenly appeared in front of me, making my eyes narrow in frustration. I hadn’t expected my little show to attract even these people. Looks like I can’t escape without revealing more of my abilities after all.
The three in front of me—two women and one man—were led by an old, grandmother-like woman. She wore simple robes, but an air of authority emanated from her. To her right was an equally old man with his head wrapped in layers of cloth, his snow-white eyebrows drooping over his eyes.
On her left stood a beautiful young woman with her hair tied in a bun, her figure curvaceous yet muscular, dressed in a backless ninja outfit. She looked both graceful and fierce.
They were none other than Chiyo, Ebizō, and the recently famous Scorch Style user from the Hidden Sand Village—Pakura.
“I was suspicious when I heard the voice earlier.” Chiyo’s sharp gaze locked onto me as she spoke coldly. “I didn’t expect it to really be some brat. Now, tell me who you are and what your objective is!”
“I’m a ninja from Konoha.” I spread my hands casually. “As for my objective… maybe it’s to ease the souls of the Sand Shinobi who are about to die.”
Cocky and arrogant, my words made it clear I didn’t take the three Sand Shinobi elites seriously at all.
Pakura, the hot-headed one, instantly became enraged. With a flick of her wrist, a kunai appeared in her hand.
“Let me send you to heaven first, brat!” she yelled, lunging at me with the kunai aimed straight for my forehead.
I stepped aside and raised my fist. “With just that, you won’t even come close.”
Sensing something off, Chiyo’s pupils contracted, and she shouted, “Pakura, retreat!”
Though confused, Pakura’s sharp ninja instincts kicked in, and she quickly obeyed, retreating just in time as my fist slammed into the ground.
Boom!
The earth-shattering explosion followed.
The spot where Pakura had stood a second earlier collapsed into a massive crater. Dark cracks snaked outward from the pit, spreading rapidly.
Crack, crack.
The supporting pillars of the camp’s gates started to crumble as though struck by an earthquake. The entire wall collapsed with a thunderous crash, sending dust flying into the air.
“This is the moment!”
In the distance, Tsunade’s eyes gleamed with sharp focus as she swiftly issued orders.
“Shikaku, you handle the right flank! The left flank is mine!”
“Lady Tsunade, are you going to lead the charge yourself?” Shikaku Nara asked, surprised.
“Yes. Since their commander has appeared, I can’t just sit back,” she replied, charging ahead with her troops.
It must be because of that girl.
Shikaku’s sharp mind immediately understood what was happening. With his brilliant analytical abilities and knowledge of the girl’s monstrous strength, he pieced everything together.
He’s trying to flee!
In front of the Sand Shinobi camp, Pakura, though shocked by the power of my punch, saw me retreating. Without hesitation, she pursued me.
“Pakura, something’s wrong! Don’t—” Ebizō started, but Pakura had already disappeared from sight.
“Forget about her for now. Konoha’s already begun their attack,” Chiyo said, her expression growing serious.
Not far ahead, a golden-haired figure with a beautiful face appeared, and Chiyo instantly recognized her.
“So, it really is you, Princess Tsunade!”
