Chapter 40: What a Wonderful Technique!

In the black night, stars filled the heavens.

Bunta’s terrifying power erupted, instantly carrying Fujinaka Genma high into the sky, as if he could reach up and touch the brilliant river of stars above.

Vvvvvv…

A piercing, shrill sound—Bunta’s eyes rolled upward to see Fujinaka Genma and his shadow clone raising a massive white windmill above their heads; his heart trembled.

“This is the wind technique Jiraiya told me about!”

“Truly deserving of the title strongest!”

“This kid… is truly a monster!”

Bunta marveled inwardly.

At this moment, Fujinaka Genma looked down from above.

Beneath the night, the Sand Village’s encampment glowed with scattered fires, like stars strewn across the earth—dispersed yet orderly.

A single glance was enough for Fujinaka Genma to know what to do.

Even though the two Wind Release: Spiraling Shuriken had wide ranges, they could never flatten the entire Sand Village encampment.

The mission’s goal was not that—it was to create massive chaos among the Sand Ninja and drive them out of the Land of Fire.

So.

Just throw them toward the center, leaving about three hundred meters between them.

That way, the affected area would span a diameter of six to seven hundred meters, and the storm’s reach would be even wider!

Thus.

After observing for less than a second, Fujinaka Genma and his shadow clone simultaneously hurled the raised Wind Release: Spiraling Shuriken diagonally downward.

The piercing, whistling hum echoed through the night sky.

At this moment, the two massive white windmills drew every eye.

The Sand Village encampment, caught by surprise, had already erupted into chaos—especially after Bunta shot into the sky, drawing countless gazes.

By the time Fujinaka Genma’s technique was complete, the two white suns had left many Sand Ninja frozen in place.

Only when the Wind Release: Spiraling Shuriken were launched did the Sand Ninja finally snap out of their shock.

“No good—it’s a technique!”

“It’s a super-large Wind Release technique!”

An experienced jōnin made the call, his face turning pale as he roared.

“Get out of the way!”

“Scatter!”

Many Sand Ninja shouted in panic.

At the front, Granny Chiyo, leading troops forward, halted involuntarily and turned back to gaze at the two white suns descending from the sky—her heart sank: “With the Fourth Hokage gone, no one can stop this… unless…”

“Granny Chiyo, what do we do now?”

A Sand Ninja jōnin asked anxiously.

“Press forward—we must intercept the Hidden Leaf’s elite squad. They’re trying to disrupt us and drive us out of the Land of Fire!”

With her vast experience, Chiyo instantly grasped the Hidden Leaf’s intent and declared with decisive resolve.

She also trusted that the jōnin commanding the rear guard would handle it.

So Chiyo pressed onward with her troops.

Behind them, the two Wind Release: Spiraling Shuriken finally detonated.

They exploded in midair—because some Sand Ninja had activated techniques to block them.

But it was useless.

For the Wind Release: Spiraling Shuriken, being intercepted ten meters above ground made no difference.

So.

In an instant, two colossal white spheres erupted, illuminating the surrounding dozen li as if it were daylight.

As the spheres expanded, all vegetation within their radius was shredded.

Finally, the two spheres covered over three li in diameter, obliterating everything in sight.

As the spheres contracted, a terrifying storm erupted.

Sand and stones flew, the earth’s surface peeled away, trees were ripped from the ground.

This time, the storm’s reach extended over ten li, leveling an entire forest.

The entire Sand Village encampment was swept by the gale—those closest to the detonation points suffered worst; some, caught off-guard, were flung bodily through the air.

At this moment, both sides of the frontline battle had ceased fighting, staring in stunned silence at the horror before them.

“This is Genma’s technique…”

“Truly… terrifying!”

Sarutobi the Root’ya and Sugi Jing Takuma gulped hard—this was overwhelming.

Those two spheres had looked like twin suns falling from the sky.

“This kid Genma… he’s going to become as famous as Minato across the entire ninja world!”

Jiraiya watched, unable to suppress his admiration—he’d seen this technique before.

But this time, Fujinaka Genma’s execution was vastly stronger than his initial test.

“Still, what comes next is dangerous!”

Looking up at the massive figure descending from the sky, Jiraiya’s expression hardened—he roared to rouse the Hidden Leaf ninja: “Charge!”

The battle resumed.

Behind them.

Orochimaru, leading the reinforcements, stood atop trees with his team, gazing at the expanding spheres in equal awe.

Every Hidden Leaf ninja stood frozen.

Orochimaru’s face curled into a rapturous smile as he whispered: “What a magnificent technique!”

When the light faded, a gale followed—even weakened by distance, it still stirred a wave through the forest, forcing the Hidden Leaf ninja perched above to shield their eyes.

“Charge!”

As the wind passed, Orochimaru vanished from his spot, leaving only a cold command.

Instantly, ninja atop the trees activated Body Flicker Techniques, leaving streaks of afterimages beneath the stars as they surged toward the Sand Village encampment.

Outside the Sand Village encampment.

When Fujinaka Genma and Bunta landed, the storm swept over them—bending Fujinaka Genma’s skin with its force, while Bunta remained utterly unmoved.

His enormous frame towered above even the tallest trees.

Yet now, the once-thick forest had been cleared into a vast open space by the two Spiraling Shuriken—Fujinaka Genma’s vision suddenly sharpened.

After the wind died down, Bunta asked: “Kid Genma, what’s the name of this technique?”

“Wind Release: Spiraling Shuriken!”

Fujinaka Genma drew his Raikiri blade as he replied.

“Hmph. A fitting name—far better than that fool Jiraiya’s!”

Bunta said with mock seriousness, then warned: “Enemies approaching!”

Fujinaka Genma and his shadow clone tensed their gazes.

Enemies came from both flanks.

This area, on the encampment’s perimeter, had escaped damage.

Eight men in two squads to the left; to the right, a chaotic mob—too many to count.

Attacks flew from afar—various shuriken, kunai laced with explosive tags.

“Genma, I’m moving!”

Bunta roared, drawing his blade—ding, ding, ding—and effortlessly deflected the projectiles, then leapt upward again.

The wind howled past Fujinaka Genma’s ears as he squinted; midair, Bunta twisted his body, pressed his left forelimb against his belly, and spat out massive spheres of water.

Water Release: Cannon Ball!

Double launch!

Left and right—they blasted Sand Ninja into the air.

Bunta landed again, now at the edge of the storm’s wreckage.

More Sand Ninja surged from all directions.

No choice—Bunta was far too conspicuous.

Besides, many Sand Ninja had clearly seen Fujinaka Genma unleash the technique that nearly destroyed their entire encampment.

“Fall back!”

“Leave this to this old man!”

A shout rang out.

Ebizō and another elderly man appeared.

“Genma’s in trouble!”

Bunta narrowed his eyes and growled.

Fujinaka Genma dismissed his shadow clone, staring at the ancient-looking elder beside Ebizō—he inhaled sharply.

The One-Tails’ jinchūriki, Bifuku.