Chapter 109: Coincidence Driven by Fate

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist sped along, quickly crossing the sea to land in the Land of Fire.

They did not hide their presence in the slightest; instead, they deliberately released powerful chakra fluctuations, arrogantly provoking the Konoha Ninja.

Any Konoha Ninja they encountered, whether Genin or Chunin, was slaughtered without mercy.

"Hahaha, Konoha's ninja are all trash!"

Biwa Juzo brandished the Kubikiribocho in his hand, slicing a Konoha Genin in half with a single strike.

Fresh blood splattered all over him, but he paid no mind, watching the Konoha Ninja roll on the ground while revealing a bloodthirsty, ecstatic smile.

"Refreshing!"

"Bring me a few more Konoha Ninja, let me have a good time killing!"

Suikazan Fuguki grinned: "These Konoha Ninja are too weak; they aren't even worth me using Samehada."

The Longsword Sewing Needle in the hands of Kushimaru Kuriarare shot out continuously like a venomous snake, accurately striking the vital points of the Konoha Ninja every time.

"Gahaha, trash, trash! All of them are trash!!"

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist were arrogant and overbearing, looking down on everyone and not taking the Konoha Ninja seriously at all.

They burned, killed, and looted along the way; wherever they went, there were only the corpses of Konoha Ninja who had been brutally tortured, turning half of the East Front battlefield into a slaughterhouse.

The decapitation mission that was supposed to be a stealthy infiltration had completely turned into a high-profile massacre.

Soon, intelligence regarding the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist's rampant slaughter reached the ears of Orochimaru and Yamanaka Chujiu.

Orochimaru and Yamanaka Chujiu were discussing the details of the plan to invade the Land of Water.

Upon hearing the intelligence about the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, Orochimaru's expression sank instantly, and he erupted with cold killing intent.

"The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist?"

Orochimaru murmured in a low voice, his tone carrying a trace of disdain.

The legendary Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist were a group of Elite Jonin with formidable strength, each wielding a powerful ninja sword.

But in Orochimaru's eyes, all that talk of being skilled in Ninjutsu and swordsmanship, and being the ace unit of Kirigakure, was just a bunch of cowards who relied on numbers and ninja tools to gain an advantage.

Predators always walk alone; only prey travels in packs.

Dealing with them was not a very difficult task.

Before Yamanaka Chujiu could speak, Anko, who was standing beside Orochimaru, said: "Master Orochimaru, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist are too arrogant."

"They haven't hidden their tracks at all, and are instead wantonly slaughtering our comrades."

"Dozens of Konoha Ninja have already been killed; if we don't stop them as soon as possible, more comrades will suffer."

Orochimaru nodded: "The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist are nothing but a bunch of circus clowns, but since they've delivered themselves to my doorstep, I shall wipe them out."

Yamanaka Chujiu shook his head: "Master Orochimaru, there is no need!"

"You are a butcher's cleaver, while the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist are merely little chicks; why use a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken?"

Orochimaru smiled smugly: "Hehe, you brat are quite good at buttering me up."

"However, although the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist are clowns, they are still seven Jonin with decent strength; besides me, there is no other ninja on the East Front who can deal with them."

Yamanaka Chujiu thought of the Seven Swordsmen's fated nemesis, but quickly shook his head.

Might Duy could certainly crush them, but the price would be his own life.

If someone chose to fight to the death on their own, that was the arrangement of fate; if he pushed Might Duy toward death, how would he be any different from Sarutobi Hiruzen?

So he said: "In that case, let the two of us, master and disciple, go together."

Orochimaru shook his head: "No need, you stay here and finish the preparations for the landing operation."

"I am enough to deal with the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist alone."

Having said that, he left the tent and sped off in the direction of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.

Yamanaka Chujiu watched Orochimaru leave and suddenly sneered: "Master Orochimaru, do you think a single sentence is enough to make me sit still?"

"Anko, watch the things here, wait for me to come back!"

After saying this, he also vanished in front of Mitarashi Anko in an instant.

Who knew that Anko would also sneer: "Stinky senior brother, you became the master's student even later than me, yet you insist on being my senior brother; just because you don't listen to the master, does that mean I have to listen to you?"

That was what she said, but Anko soon discovered that she could not keep up with Yamanaka Chujiu, and could not even track him.

In the end, she could only return in frustration and honestly guard the tent and supplies.

"Damn it, so strength really is important..."

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist found a few more Konoha Ninja and surrounded them in an open space, preparing to slaughter them.

But these few Konoha Ninja had quite decent strength and actually took advantage of the Seven Swordsmen's lack of vigilance to slip out of the encirclement in a flash.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist were furious and roared as they launched a pursuit.

"Little things from Konoha, you are dead!"

"You are finished; this time, don't even think about dying quickly!"

The pursuit by the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist was a failure; the Konoha Ninja dispersed continuously, forcing them to choose only one group to pursue and letting most of the Konoha Ninja go.

The three-man team that fate had the Seven Swordsmen choose consisted of: Might Guy, Ebisu, and Shiranui Genma.

The three children fled in a panic, unable to even maintain a formation, thinking only of running for their lives in a wretched state.

Such powerful enemies as the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist were naturally not something three Genin could handle; they only wanted to run faster, even faster.

By this point, the chase had evolved into a game of cat and mouse.

The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist were extremely angry, but instead of rushing to kill the three, they kept driving and teasing them, enjoying the pleasure of playing with their enemies in the palm of their hands.

Along this final stretch, it was not as if no Konoha Ninja came to rescue them, but these brave Konoha Ninja were all killed by the Seven Swordsmen.

And their sacrifices only made the Seven Swordsmen let out cruel and smug laughter.

Might Guy suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Damn it, I'm not running anymore."

"They are using us to lure our companions; we cannot go on like this."

Ebisu adjusted his sunglasses, clenched his fists tightly, and said with resentment: "If we just give up like this, we will inevitably be killed by them, and our sacrificed companions will have died in vain."

"We must keep running; we will definitely encounter powerful reinforcements, we definitely will!"

"Only if we survive, only if we kill them, will the sacrifices of our companions not be in vain!"

Genma pulled open his clothes and stuffed in a stack of Explosive Tags: "It's useless, Ebisu, it's useless."

"They have designed the route and are forcing us to run in circles; there are no main forces along this path, only Genin squads responsible for patrolling."

"No matter how many companions we encounter, they will only be slaughtered by them."

"I don't intend to run anymore; I just hope to take one of them down with me before I die!"

The three children looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Thus, the three of them stopped in their tracks, set up a triangular defensive formation, and were no longer afraid in their hearts.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Seven Mist Ninjas, some tall and some short, appeared in the surroundings; they carried strangely shaped ninja swords on their backs and exuded a faint killing intent.

"Little mice of Konoha, are you not planning to continue running for your lives?"

Suikazan Fuguki opened his mouth in a sinister grin, revealing sharp, shark-like teeth.

He carried the bandage-wrapped Samehada on his back, and his towering two-and-a-half-meter frame visually exerted an overwhelming pressure that made him seem invincible.