Chapter 459

This laugh was like a hundred flowers in full bloom, beautiful beyond description.

The next second, Tsunade paid the price for her behavior.

The "embarrassed and angry" Mizunuki Ryosuke chose to "use his mouth" to punish this girlfriend who didn't know what was good for her.

"Mmm..."

Tsunade’s eyes widened suddenly, then she closed them with a hint of shyness, responding to Mizunuki Ryosuke with increasingly practiced technique.

At this moment, perhaps nothing else mattered except for each other.

In the end, Mizunuki Ryosuke used the Light-Weight Rock Technique to bring Tsunade back to the Konoha camp.

Tsunade did not ask again what it was that Mizunuki Ryosuke had hidden from her, and Mizunuki Ryosuke did not deliberately explain it further.

It was just certain that their hearts had never been as close as they were at this very moment.

Asking the world, what is love? It makes one willing to pledge their life.

Since one can pledge their life, why be constrained by these minor troubles?

No matter what Ryosuke was hiding from her, Tsunade believed that Mizunuki Ryosuke would never harm her, and that was enough.

As for other matters, why bother digging for the truth?

"Huu, huu."

The north wind swept across this desolate desert, the sky-filling yellow sand blocking out the sun, as if even the sunlight could not penetrate these layers of sand curtains.

Even in this extremely harsh weather, there was a person in this desert, rushing along with his head buried in his journey.

He wore a sand-colored tactical vest, his face covered by a thick layer of gauze, and on the outer layer of the gauze was a highly conspicuous Sand Ninja forehead protector.

Combining this person’s attire and forehead protector, it could be concluded that this was a Sand Ninja Jonin.

It was just strange why a lone Sand Ninja Jonin would appear in this desolate desert, braving the sky-filling wind and sand.

Rather than saying he was traveling through the desert, it would be more accurate to say he was fleeing.

"Huff, huff..."

Shimada’s eyes were filled with terror as he gasped for air, driving his exhausted body to sprint forward, as if something terrifying was constantly chasing him from behind, and if he dared to stop, he would be mercilessly devoured.

Finally, even with the physique of a Sand Ninja Jonin, he could not hold on any longer, his legs going weak and he collapsed into the sand.

Because he had been sprinting for too long, so long that he was completely drained and had become lost in this vast desert.

"Huu, huu."

The gale continued to howl, and a trace of despair flashed in the eyes of the fallen Shimada.

The next moment, he stood up resolutely, becoming somewhat insane under the extreme despair.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

Suddenly, Shimada seemed to have gone mad; he jumped up and shouted wildly at his surroundings, pulling out the weapon in his hand and gesturing at the air.

"Come on! Come on, you bastard!! Do you think I’m afraid of you!!!"

He kept shouting at the air, his expression excited and insane, as if he were possessed.

It seemed that in Shimada’s eyes, there was an "invisible enemy."

After a bout of cursing and wild shouting, Shimada’s expression gradually calmed down, his eyes shifting from despair and insanity to joy, and then to ecstasy.

"Lost, lost him..."

Shimada muttered in disbelief, and the next second his expression instantly became ferocious again, though this time it was due to extreme joy.

"Hahahaha!!!!"

"Sure enough, with my speed, even he..."

Before his words could finish, Shimada only felt a flash of white light, and his world instantly began to spin.

Bright red liquid shot into the sky like a fountain.

Gurgle...

Shimada’s vision finally stabilized, and when he looked at the headless corpse before him, his eyes were filled with confusion.

The next second, Shimada’s confusion was resolved, because a man with white spiky hair and a mask was walking toward him with indifference.

Terror engulfed Shimada once again, only this time he had no chance to continue fleeing.

Afterward, eternal darkness drowned Shimada; in the very end, he still could not escape the engulfment of fear.

Hatake Sakumo calmly picked up Shimada’s head and then skillfully used a ninja technique to preserve it; this head could be used for intelligence gathering and could also serve as proof of his meritorious service.

After doing all this, ignoring the headless corpse on the ground, Hatake Sakumo chose to turn and leave indifferently.

"Thirty-seven."

Hatake Sakumo silently counted in his heart; after all, he had already severed thirty-seven such heads.

This meant that thirty-seven Sand Ninja Jonin had died under his blade.

Or more precisely, thirty-five Jonin and two quasi-Kage level ninjas.

What kind of concept was this?

The vast Sand Village had only about three hundred Jonin in total; now, more than one-tenth of them had died at the hands of Hatake Sakumo, not to mention that two of them were of quasi-Kage strength.

Along with these thirty-seven heads spreading across the entire battlefield was his title, "Konoha’s White Fang."

A general’s success is built on ten thousand bones; this saying was not false at all.

In this war that had lasted for nearly half a year, Hatake Sakumo had successfully turned the words "Konoha’s White Fang" into a nightmare for the Sand Ninjas.

Now, as long as the name Konoha’s White Fang was mentioned among the Sand Ninjas, even those with tenacious fighting spirits would instantly scatter and flee.

Hatake Sakumo knew that as long as he pushed a little harder, the seemingly formidable Sand Village would completely collapse.

Thinking of this, Hatake Sakumo looked toward the distance.

There, he had two opponents who hated him to the bone but were helpless against him.

In the Land of Wind, about one hundred kilometers deep into the border, the Sand Ninja army led by Chiyo and Ebizo was currently huddled here, not daring to act rashly.

The reason they dared not act rashly was very direct.

It was because they had been completely surrounded here by the Konoha ninjas.

At this moment, the high-ranking officials of the Sand Ninja troops were gathered together, discussing countermeasures.

Yet, the entire Sand Ninja force, from top to bottom, maintained a tacit consensus: silence.

In the main seat, the siblings Chiyo and Ebizo had very ugly expressions; even these evergreen figures of the Sand Village, nearing their fifties, were at their wit's end regarding the current situation.

Now, they had to admit that the Sand Village’s defeat was certain, and there was no turning back.

And all of this was because of one person—Hatake Sakumo!

Mentioning this person, Chiyo and Ebizo both felt their teeth itch with hatred.