Chapter 76

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In the thick, oppressive mist, Yashiro gripped his sword with both hands, his crimson Sharingan spinning rapidly with its three tomoe.

They had been separated.

In the dense fog, the Mist ninja moved swiftly, their forms blurred and indistinguishable. Although the Sharingan could track their speed, it couldn't penetrate the thick mist.

Meanwhile, the voices of the Mist ninja echoed through the fog.

"Heart."

"Liver."

"Spleen."

"Lungs."

"Kidneys."

"Which one would you like to lose first?"

The voices continued to taunt, attempting to instill fear in Yashiro, but he remained unfazed, his Sharingan flashing rapidly as he tried to pinpoint their locations.

There were quite a few enemies in this mist.

Facing this crisis, Yashiro knew he shouldn't have been here. However, due to the confidence brought by his mastery of the Basic Inner Technique, he chose to stay by Fugaku's side. He had made a choice, and with that choice came an acceptance of the risks, including danger and death.

A figure silently appeared behind Yashiro, thrusting a kunai towards his back. The attack was soundless, aimed directly at his heart.

At that moment, Yashiro suddenly turned his head.

"Your tricks, I've seen through them long ago."

The three tomoe in his crimson Sharingan slowly rotated. The Mist ninja's pupils shrank as a searing sensation spread through his body, and the world around him turned into a sea of flames.

"Genjutsu."

But it was already too late. Yashiro's blade swiftly slashed across the ninja's neck, marking the end of his life.

"Fool."

A grizzled voice echoed through the mist.

"Don't look into his eyes. The Uchiha's Sharingan isn't something to take lightly."

As the voice sounded, three figures suddenly emerged from the mist, attacking Yashiro with kunai and swords. Despite their soundless approach, hiding in his blind spot, Yashiro quickly sensed them—a result of his experience in fighting Mist ninja. In such situations, his danger sense was more reliable than even the Sharingan.

He had fought against Mist ninja many times before, so he wouldn't just stand there and take the attack.

His breathing changed rapidly.

"Iwa no Kokyū" (Breath of Rock).

A cloud of dust sprayed from his mouth and nose.

"Ichi no Kata: Hebimurakō! Sōkyoku!" (First Form: Serpent Pattern Rock! Dual Poles!)

Yashiro swung his sword swiftly. Chakra transformed into rocks that materialized, forming an axe and a hammer that struck two of the attackers simultaneously.

However, there were three figures.

"San no Kata: Gankū no Hada!" (Third Form: Rock Hide)

Yashiro's sword danced through the air, and chains made of stone coiled around his body, blocking the third attacker.

The three Mist ninjas managed to fend off Yashiro's attacks and retreated into the fog once more.

During their attack, they had focused on Yashiro's body, avoiding eye contact to prevent being caught in genjutsu.

"As expected, it's the Hidden Mist Assassination Squad."

The assassination squad typically didn't use large-scale ninjutsu; they operated under the cover of dense mist, executing silent killings. They were also adept at quick escapes, making them difficult to eliminate.

"I need to find Fugaku first," Yashiro decided, lowering his body into a sprinting stance.

"He's trying to escape! Stop him!"

At that moment, the figures in the mist began to move.

"Iwa no Kokyū: Shi no Kata: Ryūmurakō! Sokuzei!" (Breath of Rock: Fourth Form: Flowing Rock! Rapid Advance!)

The rocks around Yashiro's sword transformed into a spinning axe and flail, surrounding him as he dashed deeper into the mist. His movements were like lightning, slicing through the fog. The Mist ninjas attempted to strike, but their attacks were blocked by the spinning weapons.

Without breaking through the axe and flail, they couldn't land a hit on Yashiro.

The mist continued to close in on him, the Mist ninjas unwilling to give up so easily.

As he continued to evade, Yashiro used various ninjutsu to scout his surroundings. His Sharingan scanned the area, searching for any possible clues. However, the mist was a jutsu designed to obstruct, making it difficult to quickly find his bearings or locate Fugaku.

Suddenly, a piercing sound cut through the mist, and a lightning-like flash shot towards Yashiro. His axe and flail shattered instantly.

Yashiro quickly dodged the attack, but the force behind it knocked him off balance, sending him tumbling to the ground.

As he stared in shock, a figure emerged from the mist, wielding a sharp long blade. The figure's cold gaze was as sharp as the blade itself, though his short stature made him appear somewhat comical.

It was the small elder.

"Uchiha, where do you think you're going?" the elder's icy voice dripped with sarcasm. "Still hoping to save your comrade?"

"Save him in hell."

Yashiro stood up, gripping his sword tightly as he eyed the elder with a flicker of determination.

"The Hidden Mist Assassination Squad… I've heard there are three demons among you. Which one are you?"

The squad leaders were known as the En Oni, the Shiro Oni, and the Shikigami.

These three had once fought against the White Fang and managed to escape unscathed. They were not to be underestimated.

"Boy, do you even need to guess? I'm the great White Oni of the Hidden Mist."

The White Oni's figure gradually vanished into the mist.

The next moment, a flurry of attacks came at Yashiro like a tempest.

"Iwa no Kokyū! Ni no Kata: Tenmen Sai!" (Breath of Rock! Second Form: Heavenly Smash!)

Yashiro didn't bother to defend; instead, he slammed his sword into the ground. Instantly, countless flails erupted from the earth, striking in all directions.

The attack was swift and brutal.

Groans of pain echoed from within the mist, indicating that many had been struck and injured. It was unclear whether the White Oni was among them.

Images of the White Oni's abilities flashed through Yashiro's mind. Since the White Oni had fought against the White Fang, Konoha had gathered intelligence on him.

The White Oni specialized in kenjutsu, similar to the White Fang—a swift and deadly swordsman. However, his blade wasn't as fast or as strong as the White Fang's. His strength lay in using the mist to launch deadly attacks from concealment.

If the three demons were together, even the White Fang had struggled against them.

Yashiro knew he couldn't compare himself to the White Fang, but if he was only facing one of them, even with the help of other Mist ninjas, he believed he still had a chance to win.

Yashiro moved quickly, his figure turning into a shadow. Several kunai and swords slashed through the spot where he had been standing moments before.

In midair, Yashiro bit down on his sword hilt and rapidly formed hand seals.

"Earth Release: Earth Flow River!"

The ground beneath him turned into a vast river of mud, flowing rapidly and revealing the hidden Mist ninjas.

"Found you."

Yashiro quickly locked onto the elder in the crowd.

"Iwa no Kokyū!" (Breath of Rock!)

He altered the weight of his body, lifting his sword high.

"Go no Kata: Garan Kataguruma!" (Fifth Form: Rotating Executioner!)

As Yashiro's sword descended, countless flails and throwing axes appeared in the air, bombarding the area below. The White Oni, trapped by the mud, had no way to dodge and was struck by the attack.

His body turned into a puddle of water on the ground.

The battle was far from over.

(End of Chapter)