Chp-121: Crisis! Tyrant Mode Activated

Konoha Camp.

Roughly a kilometre away.

A large number of Konoha ninjas were running like a torrent of green.

All information had been disseminated.

Iwa had dispatched 8,000 ninjas, while Konoha, excluding the wounded left behind, had mobilized everyone fit to fight.

Only about 4,000 ninjas.

Each Konoha ninja had to face off against two Iwa ninjas.

This was a battle with a significant disparity in forces!

But none of them showed any fear; they were ready to fight to the death, their eyes brimming with resolve.

Until, at one moment, the ground began to tremble slightly.

Visibly, a brown torrent appeared at the edge of the plain.

"They're here!"

Jiraiya's Adam's apple moved, and he took a deep breath.

"Get ready!"

All the Konoha ninjas were on high alert, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. Some bit their tongues to keep themselves awake and alert.

Until, at one point, the tremors beneath their feet became more pronounced, and the brown torrent kept approaching, turning into groups of loudly roaring Iwa ninjas.

Almost simultaneously, the Konoha ninjas were at the forefront, already prepared, and quickly formed seals.

Standing in orderly rows, they simultaneously exhaled blazing flames.

"Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique!"

Dragon Fire was a linear attack fire release, sometimes used with wire strings to extend the flames.

Massive, linear fire snakes converged into an impenetrable sea of flames, surging towards the advancing Iwa ninjas.

"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!"

Almost at the same time the fire struck, the front-line Iwa ninjas quickly formed seals, slamming their hands onto the ground.

Massive earth walls rose in front of them, meeting the surging sea of flames.

Under the intense heat, the foremost layers of earth blackened and crumbled, and despite some weak points being penetrated by the flames, the walls mostly held firm.

As the flames subsided, another line of Iwa ninjas, already prepared, stepped forward, quickly forming seals. Crouching between the gaps in the earth's walls, they slammed their hands down.

"Earth Release: Earthquake Core!"

The ground suddenly split open. From where their hands had pressed, fissures raced towards the Konoha ninjas.

Earthquake Cores could alter terrain. With so many ninjas using it together, the power far exceeded that of a single ninja.

The ground underfoot suddenly split, causing many Konoha ninjas to stumble and nearly fall, their formation thrown into disarray.

At the critical moment.

From the fissures in the ground, a large amount of black fluid surged out. These fluids seemed almost alive, forming web-like thin arms that glued the cracked ground back together.

"Well done, Satoru!"

Jiraiya gave a thumbs-up to Satoru, who was not far away.

Though he didn't know the principle of the technique, he was sure Satoru was responsible.

Satoru smiled and nodded.

It was indeed he who had broken down the metal particles in the ground, using them to create a venom-like substance to seal the cracks.

With their footing stable, the Konoha ninjas roared and charged at the Iwa ninjas.

New grudges and old, the ninjas from both sides, eyes red, clashed.

Satoru flew into the air, his right hand slightly clenched. He drew large amounts of metal particles from the ground, breaking them down and condensing them into a dense array of flying swords.

They weaved through the ranks of Iwa ninjas, leaving a trail of blood.

With Iwa's numbers far exceeding Konoha's, maximizing their chances of victory meant mass slaughter of regular Iwa ninjas was the best approach.

Iwa had clearly prepared for this.

Han and Rōshi simultaneously entered their Tailed Beast Chakra Modes.

Han's body was completely enveloped in dark red chakra, five tails swaying wildly behind him. Rōshi used Four-Tails' chakra to enhance his Lava Release Armor Mode, with four lava tails appearing behind him.

"We need to bring him down!"

Both shouted.

Rōshi opened his mouth, transforming into a projectile warrior.

A barrage of lava balls, burning hot, was launched at Satoru in the sky.

Han even began to charge a Tailed Beast Ball!

"Both jinchūriki are dealing with me?"

Satoru's eyes narrowed as he dodged the lava balls, keeping an eye on the charging Tailed Beast Ball in Han's mouth.

The Tailed Beast Ball's attack range was vast. Even if it missed him, it would cause massive damage if it hit the Konoha side.

With a flick of his fingers, a large number of flying swords gathered, forming a dragon that flew towards the charging Han.

"Damn it!"

Rōshi's heart tightened, and he quickly shot a barrage of fireballs at the dragon.

The flying swords scattered but quickly regrouped, their momentum undiminished, heading straight for Han's mouth.

Han cried out in pain, his head forced aside by the impact, and the partially charged Tailed Beast Ball went out of control, flying into the Iwa ranks.

Boom!

A small mushroom cloud rose, engulfing many Iwa ninjas.

"Damn it!"

Han shook his head, glaring venomously at Satoru in the sky.

The Tailed Beast Ball took too long to charge. If Satoru seized the opportunity, it would harm only the Iwa side.

It seemed their strategy to force Satoru down with the Tailed Beast Ball had failed.

"If that's the case..."

Han took a deep breath and shouted to Rōshi.

"Rōshi, cover me! I'll engage him head-on!"

"Got it!"

Han locked eyes with Satoru. Suddenly, white steam burst from his rear, propelling him off the ground, launching him straight at Satoru in the sky.

Almost simultaneously, Rōshi began spewing fireballs at a rapid pace, blocking Satoru's escape routes.

Satoru suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

These two jinchūriki were revolting, one spewing from the mouth, the other blasting from the rear...

What was this?

Am I the sixth, and you two are the eighth?

Propelled by Steam Release, Han reached Satoru in an instant, flipping his body as five tails whipped forward.

In a split second, the silver fluid on Satoru's body wriggled, forming a metal shield in front of him.

Bang!

The five tails slammed into the shield.

Satoru's body uncontrollably plummeted.

Crashing onto the battlefield.

"Success!"

Han and Rōshi almost simultaneously showed joy.

Satoru shook his head, clearing the dizziness from the impact.

Almost instantly, a strong sense of crisis arose, cold chills running up his spine.

Since the battle began, this was the first time he felt such a crisis.

It was as if his life could end at any moment!

The ground beneath him suddenly caved in. Satoru tried to fly up, but his body felt strangely sluggish, every movement like wading through mercury.

A sealing technique?

When did this happen?

"You brat! Don't underestimate the power of a Kage!"

Ōnoki's hoarse shout came from the ground. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Satoru, his hands poised in the Dust Release stance.

The blinding white light had already begun to flare.

"Satoru!"

Uchiha Rin's anguished cry echoed across the battlefield.

"Is that..."

Jiraiya's pupils contracted. He saw the terrifying white light erupting beneath Satoru.

"Dust Release? Could it be..."

"I see..."

"Laying in wait underground, using a sealing technique to block Byakugan's detection, and attacking with pre-prepared Dust Release the moment I land..."

"Heh... Ōnoki, for a Kage, this must be quite humiliating."

"Then..."

"I'll go all out too!"

As the blinding white light engulfed him, Satoru's eyes sparked with lightning.

Tyrant Mode.

Activate!