Chapter 62: Dance!

Over a hundred Mist ninja surged forward, and Uchiha Shisui couldn’t help but feel tense.

Such a large force was something he had never faced since entering battle.

Fujinaka Genma watched the charging Mist ninja, and even his usual calm demeanor could not suppress a flicker of excitement.

Another figure involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Uchiha Madara!

During the Fourth Shinobi World War, Uchiha Madara had single-handedly stormed the Shinobi Alliance, dancing on the edge of blades, slaughtering like cutting melons, displaying astonishing power.

Even his taijutsu alone was enough to utterly dominate the vast majority of the ninja world.

“That water cloud bastard really is… looks like he’s already figured out it’s Itachi. Now he’s willing to pay any price to eliminate Itachi, Genma!”

Jiraiya chuckled lightly.

Yet his eyes held a serious weight.

Over a hundred Mist ninja charging forward was an open, undeniable strategy.

It was telling them: I’ve come. If Itachi want to give your main force a chance, stay here and let me surround and slaughter Itachi.

Clearly.

The Mist ninja weren’t fools.

When their rear was attacked, they immediately suspected Konoha might launch a large-scale surprise assault in the chaos.

And Mizukage Suikō, as commander, was bold enough to risk everything, relying on his superior numbers.

Fujinaka Genma understood all this. Hearing Jiraiya’s attempt to lighten the mood, he smiled in reply: “Then let them witness what true despair means.”

“Jiraiya-sama, to be honest, I’ve never fully unleashed my power.”

“Oh?”

“Genma, that doesn’t sound like Itachi.”

Jiraiya couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow—Fujinaka Genma had abandoned his usual humility.

Standing atop Bunta’s head, Fujinaka Genma’s divine robe flapped in the wind; a look of confidence appeared on his face as he glanced at Uchiha Shisui and Hyuga Hiashi beside him: “Because I must be responsible for my comrades.”

“Shisui. Hiashi.”

Fujinaka Genma ordered: “Afterward, Itachi two will remain as reserve support.”

“Yes, but—”

Uchiha Shisui hesitated, words unspoken.

Hyuga Hiashi said: “Captain, though our strength pales beside yours, we still wish to charge alongside Itachi and share the burden.”

“No!”

Fujinaka Genma shook his head: “Itachi have something more important to do. Don’t forget—Itachi carry the marks I left on Itachi.”

“So I need Itachi to provide support from the perimeter!”

Uchiha Shisui and Hyuga Hiashi instantly understood, exchanged a glance, and nodded.

What followed was several minutes of waiting.

They silently consumed ration pills to restore their chakra.

“Here we go!”

Suddenly, Jiraiya warned.

Bunta’s hand also gripped the hilt of his sword.

Less than fifty meters away, the hundred-plus Mist ninja halted, all staring up at the four atop Bunta’s head.

“The White Flash of Konoha—definitely him!”

“And Jiraiya!”

“Uchiha’s Instant Movement, Shisui!”

Voices erupted from the Mist ninja ranks, then a deafening roar surged upward: “Kill!”

“Eliminate them!”

…

The roar rose to the heavens, and the Mist ninja charged en masse; their wild, grotesque, furious, twisted faces gradually sharpened in Fujinaka Genma’s vision.

His hands moved—three kunai clamped between each pair of fingers—then he swept them downward from above toward the charging Mist ninja.

Immediately, Fujinaka Genma’s hands moved rapidly through hand seals.

Multiple Shadow Clone Kunai Technique!

Six kunai instantly multiplied into six hundred, like six hundred beams of white laser, slicing through the air in a devastating rain of arrows.

Clang! Clang!

Thwip!

Aaagh!

…

In an instant, the clashing of metal, kunai piercing flesh, piercing screams, and deafening battle cries all intertwined.

The kunai infused with high-frequency lightning blades were terrifyingly sharp—ordinary blades could not withstand them.

Six hundred kunai instantly carved a gaping void in the charging Mist ninja formation.

Moreover, the original six Flying Thunder God kunai, due to various impacts, had scattered among the Mist ninja.

Then—

On Bunta’s head, Fujinaka Genma’s body vanished with a flash, reappearing beside a dead Mist ninja.

Chidori shrieked.

Left hand: Raikiri. Right hand: Raiga, the lightning blade. White lightning encircled his entire body; he flashed forward, and a head rolled to the ground.

“Avoid his kunai!”

One Mist ninja shouted.

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than Fujinaka Genma descended from above, stomping on his shoulders with terrifying force, crushing him into the earth.

Meanwhile—

The Flying Thunder God kunai that had landed on corpses or the ground rose invisibly, thwipping several times to pierce the foreheads of unsuspecting Mist ninja.

Magnet Release!

Then—

Before the surrounding Mist ninja could encircle him, Fujinaka Genma leapt upward like a streak of white lightning cutting through the night; his white blade glowed like a swirling ribbon—brilliant, deadly—leaving fallen Mist ninja in its wake.

He landed.

Immediately, kunai wrapped in explosive tags whistled toward him—but before they detonated, Fujinaka Genma used Flying Thunder God to teleport elsewhere, his white blade and wild lightning claiming lives, leaving behind corpses.

“Spread out!”

“Use Mist Concealment!”

A Mist jōnin shouted orders.

Thick mist quickly spread across the battlefield.

Combined with the darkness, visibility dropped to less than one meter.

Moreover, Mist Concealment wasn’t just about obscuring vision.

It also nullified sensory techniques.

Because the mist contained chakra.

The Mist ninja, masters of Mist Concealment, naturally excelled at fighting in such conditions, relying on scent, sound, and other cues.

Even the Hidden Mist Village had specialized silent assassination techniques developed specifically for use within Mist Concealment.

Yet—

For Fujinaka Genma, Mist Concealment…

Was useless.

Because, aside from himself, everyone was an enemy.

Moreover, the Five Shadow Technique could not block his perception of his Flying Thunder God kunai.

In fact, Mist Concealment made things even more favorable for him.

He’d just slash at anyone he saw!

“Aaah!”

“Damn it!”

“He’s here!”

“Damn it, don’t get near his kunai!”

“Destroy his kunai!”

“He’s a Kekkei Genkai user—Magnet Release!”

…

The Mist ninja weren’t fools; soon, several jōnin realized Fujinaka Genma could remotely manipulate kunai with Magnet Release, striking suddenly to kill.

Yet—

What they failed to notice—

Was that Fujinaka Genma could also leave Flying Thunder God marks on living bodies.

Chaos was absolute terrain advantage for him.

Beyond the mist’s veil—

On the head of Gamabunta, Jiraiya shouted: “Gamabunta, can Itachi use oil, Shisui, and Fire Release together?”

“No problem, Jiraiya my lord!”

Sasuke Uchiha nodded.

Gamabunta hesitated slightly and said: “Won’t this hurt Genma?”

“Don’t worry, it won’t!”

Jiraiya was confident.

“Alright!”

Gamabunta nodded.

Thus, the three of them combined their ninjutsu.

Gamabunta used toad oil, Sasuke Uchiha used Fire Release, and Jiraiya himself used Wind Release.

Boom!

An enormous-scale Fire Release technique formed instantly, striking the battlefield shrouded in mist.

The Mist ninja had not ignored Jiraiya and his allies.

But this combined technique was simply too terrifying in scale.

A dozen Mist ninja managed to block only part of it with Water Release; the searing flames swept past them on both sides, rolling through the mist-covered battlefield.

The extreme heat rapidly evaporated the moisture, causing the mist to vanish swiftly.