sbdcsierra Chapter 472 Lightning and buzzing, an AB symphony in hell!
Chapter 472 Lightning and buzzing, an AB symphony in hell!
"All personnel, charge in!"
Minato Namikaze had appeared at the very front of the group at some point.
He didn't look at the father and son in green, still immersed in the afterglow of their youth. His golden hair swayed slightly in the murky air of the battlefield, and his azure eyes stared straight ahead at the huge gap torn open by pure violence.
The command is the trigger.
The Konoha ninjas, who had been poised to attack, transformed into black afterimages in that instant, following closely behind the golden flash, and silently and efficiently surged into the Iwagakure's proud flank defense.
"Kakashi! This victory is mine!"
During a lull in his charge, Might Guy didn't forget to turn back and give Kakashi a gleaming smile and an even brighter thumbs-up.
Kakashi stared straight ahead, the short sword in his hand reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. His voice came from beneath his mask, calm and even.
"Obito is in front of you."
"What?!"
Kai's expression froze instantly. He turned his head sharply and saw the Uchiha boy wearing goggles charging ahead with a reckless attitude, howling as if he wanted to take back all the limelight that Might and his son had stolen from him.
"Damn Obito! He jumped the gun! This isn't youth!"
The noisy interlude was quickly left behind, and when the follow-up troops from Konoha stepped into the torn battlefield, even battle-hardened ninjas couldn't help but feel a chill.
The Iwagakure ninjas lay sprawled in the mud. Most of them didn't even have any obvious external injuries, only bleeding from their seven orifices, their bodies twisted in bizarre postures, clearly having suffered an incomprehensible impact that caused their internal organs to rupture.
This is... the Azure Beast of Konoha.
Some of the younger Konoha ninjas swallowed hard as they watched this scene.
They had heard rumors about Might Guy, the perennial genin, the oddball in the village. But only now did they truly understand why the Third Hokage had specifically instructed them not to disturb that man's training.
This persistence and purity, when displayed on the battlefield, unleash a terrifying power capable of overturning common sense about war.
The sky was pressed down like a heavy iron plate by leaden-gray clouds, and the rain, cold as needles, pierced the earth densely.
This is the western front of the Land of Lightning, a battlefield known as the Anvil.
At this moment, the anvil is being repeatedly hammered by blood and fire, turning it into a veritable meat grinder.
The earth had long lost its original color, becoming a bottomless dark red swamp mixed with rainwater, mud, and warm blood.
Each step was accompanied by a sticky sound, making it hard to tell whether it was pulling out mud or tearing off someone's limb.
The scorching heatwave from the ninjutsu explosion was the only warmth in this frigid hell.
It hurled mud and blood foam high into the air, then scalding hot slapped onto the faces of every living person.
The sharp, piercing sound of weapons clashing was short and shrill, like the fingernails of death scraping through bones.
The hoarse sounds of a dying person's lungs being pierced, the frenzied roars of the attackers, and the mechanical friction of the puppet's joints as they twisted, intertwined to create a chaotic, insane, and arrhythmic symphony of hell.
"Hold on! Form a battle formation! Earth Release team, block the front!"
A Cloud Village commander stood on a broken boulder, roaring with all his might, rain streaming down his blood-stained face, carving out pale, deep furrows.
His voice had barely left his lips when it was completely swallowed up by a whistling shell made of high-density rock.
boom--!
The shockwave from the explosion, like an invisible giant hand, blew the boulder and the commander on top of it away.
In mid-air, a lithe figure suddenly pounced out, using his own body as a cushion to pin the commander down. The two tumbled and rolled awkwardly, crashing into a waterlogged crater.
"Lord Tsuchishiro! Are you alright?"
The man known as the battlefield strategist, Tsuchishiro, the chief advisor of Kumogakure, calmly pushed away the guards on his body.
His single eye didn't meet the concerned looks of his subordinates; instead, it pierced through the rain and gazed ahead.
His face showed no sign of panic, not even a ripple of emotion.
It was as if the brutal battle that was devouring lives before him was just a game of chess that Minato Namikaze had already rehearsed countless times, and he was just a loyal executor, responsible for guarding the chessboard and waiting for the "chess piece" that was enough to overturn the game to fall.
"Lord Tsuchishiro! It's no use! Iwagakure's offensive is too fierce! The third and fifth squads have been scattered, and our left flank... is about to be completely torn apart!"
A blood-soaked Cloud Village ninja scrambled to his side, half of his body turning an ominous purplish-black color—the deadly poison that Sand Village puppeteers had coated their darts with. His flesh was rapidly decaying, revealing stark white bones beneath.
Tsuchishiro lowered his head, glanced at his subordinate's lifeless wound, and his gaze was calm.
"The medical team can't save you. Let the perception team mark you, then charge into the enemy's back row. At least you can take down one puppeteer."
His voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were stating a very simple fact.
The poisoned ninja froze, a struggle flashing in his eyes, but it ultimately turned into resolve.
He turned around, dragging his broken body, like a chess piece with a pre-programmed sequence, and headed towards his final destination.
Tsuchishiro turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
The Sand Village's puppet troops, like a flock of vultures that have smelled blood, constantly harassed and disrupted the Cloud Village's formation from the flanks with poisoned senbon needles and bizarre mechanisms.
Meanwhile, the demolition squad of Iwagakure, personally led by Onoki's son, the Third Tsuchikage, was like a tireless battering ram, using the purest and most primitive Earth Release ninjutsu to relentlessly assault Kumogakure's already crumbling defenses.
The function of an anvil is to bear weight.
Endure until the hammer falls.
Just then, a blinding blue bolt of lightning, moving at a speed that completely defied the laws of visual persistence, suddenly tore through the dim battlefield!
The light was so pure and so explosive that even the torrential rain around it was instantly evaporated, creating a brief vacuum.
"Thunder—I—Explode—Bomb!!!"
A furious roar, so violent it was inhuman, exploded deep in everyone's eardrums like a thunderclap from a clear sky!
A burly figure, his body enveloped in boiling blue lightning and bulging muscles, descended to earth like a thunder god from mythology, charging headlong into the densest formation of the Iwagakure ninja with a fearless, death-defying attitude.
It's him! The Fourth Raikage, A!
Boom! ...
The terrifying lightning, beyond description, exploded and poured out wildly in all directions from him!
That wasn't just simple lightning; it was a mixture of extreme anger, endless humiliation, and the tangible energy of a son's most painful longing for his deceased father.
Dozens of battle-hardened Iwagakure ninjas, their sturdy rock armor, were as fragile as paper in the face of the raging lightning.
They didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were instantly decomposed, evaporated, and carbonized by the lightning chakra that was powerful enough to distort light.
The earth was ploughed into a huge, scorched trench a hundred meters long, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burnt protein mixed with ozone.
Ai knelt at the edge of the scorched earth, breathing heavily. His short, golden hair stood on end, and fine blue arcs of electricity crackled like snakes on his bronze skin.
He didn't stop.
After a mere second of pause, he gritted his teeth and lowered his body again, his leg muscles instantly bulging to their limit.
His target was Huang Tu, the commander who was issuing orders in the distant Yan Yin position!
"Oh yeah! Big brother's anger is like a rampaging bull! Watch me dodge and we'll give him a taste of his own medicine! Yeah!"
A figure, equally swift but with a completely different style, followed closely behind with a pace full of bizarre rap rhythms.
Killer Bee!
He was like a black bumblebee dancing wildly in a rainstorm, wielding seven ninja swords of varying lengths and shapes, leaping, spinning, and sliding across the chaotic battlefield.
The swordsmanship seemed to be completely unpredictable and arbitrary, yet it was as unpredictable as a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace.
He parried the incoming kunai with a short sword, and with an incredible downward spin, his other long sword precisely slit the throat of a Sand Ninja.
Before the blood could even gush out, he had already used the momentum to spring up, chanting incomprehensible lyrics as his twin swords spun like windmills, slicing an attacking puppet into a pile of parts devoid of chakra threads.
His very existence is a mockery of the seriousness of war.
However, this mockery is deadly.
"Take this! This is the rhythm of Kumogakure! Absolute—Bull—Thunder—Plow—Hot—Blade!"