Konoha's Genius is a bit Ordinary?

"Damn it!" A Konoha Chunin, gripping a kunai tightly in his hand, glared at the two ninja in front of him, who were grinning menacingly. Behind him, a dozen ordinary Konoha civilians were trembling in fear, not daring to make a sound. Their survival depended on the Chunin holding off the enemy. If they tried to escape, they would only move out of the Chunin's protection.

However, if things continued like this, they would all die. While the Konoha Chunin was stronger than either of the two Sound ninja, he couldn't handle both of them at once—especially while protecting the civilians.

The limitations on him were too great, and he had no chance.

"Damn it, is this the end?" the Konoha Chunin thought as the two Sound ninja charged at him again. This time, he didn't think he could hold out.

The reason the civilians behind him were still alive was because the enemies were deliberately toying with him, knowing it would hold him back. But even though he knew this, what could he do? Abandon the civilians?

At that moment, he suddenly heard a cold yet reassuring voice in his ear.

"You've done well. Leave the rest to me."

"Who?" The Chunin froze, but a glimmer of hope rose within him.

The next moment, he saw a figure appear in front of him, someone who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old. But the Chunin's eyes widened when he saw the boy's flak jacket. He was a Jonin.

"Be careful!" the Chunin shouted urgently when he saw Natsuro, seemingly unaware of the two enemies behind him.

"No need to shout. They're already dead," Natsuro replied calmly.

As Natsuro spoke, the Chunin noticed the two Sound ninja, who had been holding their kunai moments before, now stood completely still. Then, their bodies collapsed like scattered blocks. It was only then that the Chunin noticed the blood-stained blade in Natsuro's hand.

The sight of the dismembered Sound ninja made the Chunin feel a bit nauseous, but he soon heard Natsuro's voice again.

"How's the evacuation going?"

The Chunin immediately replied, "Reporting, sir. The women and children have already been evacuated. Only the remaining adult men haven't had a chance to leave yet."

"Good. Continue with your mission. The shelter has medical ninja. Take the route I came from; there are no more enemies there," Natsuro said, pointing to the path.

"Yes!" The Chunin wanted to ask for Natsuro's name, but when he turned back, Natsuro had already disappeared, leaving behind only the two butchered corpses. If not for those gruesome remains, the Chunin might have thought he was just an illusion.

The civilians, realizing they had been saved, hugged each other in celebration.

"Alright, let's keep moving," the Chunin said with a smile, clutching his not-too-deep wound. They were lucky. He'd have to ask about the young Jonin at the shelter. Such a young Jonin must be famous. Could it be…? No, the one they said was only twelve, right?

"Yes, sir!"

Scenes like this played out all over Konoha, with many people left with the same impression of their rescuer.

A handsome, dark-haired boy, around fourteen or fifteen, wearing a Jonin flak jacket and wielding a distinctive long sword. His movements were as fast as lightning, and he was incredibly powerful. No one ever saw him struggle against an opponent.

Most of the time, the battle was over before the civilians even realized it had begun.

When they reached the shelters, many people, like the Chunin, began asking about the young Jonin. They were shocked to learn that it wasn't just them—the number of people Natsuro had rescued was quite large. And they soon found out his name.

Natsuro was not fourteen or fifteen, but only thirteen years old. He was the second person in Konoha's history to become a Jonin at the age of twelve. Although he hadn't broken any records, his promotion happened during peacetime, making it even more impressive.

At the shelter, Shinai and Ino didn't have much to do initially. But soon, they began hearing many people talk about Natsuro.

Upon learning what he had done, and seeing the sincere gratitude on so many faces, both of them couldn't help but feel proud.

That's her son! That's her boyfriend!

But alongside that pride, both Shinai and Ino couldn't help but feel a bit worried about Natsuro's safety.

As for Natsuro, at that moment, he was chasing a fleeing Sound ninja.

The Sound ninja kept glancing back as he ran, sweat pouring down his face. A deep wound remained on his body. He looked ahead, but when he saw the intact city wall in the distance, despair filled his eyes. Turning around, he saw Natsuro rapidly approaching, and began forming hand signs.

The next moment, countless sounds converged into a sonic wave, rushing toward Natsuro like an invisible shockwave.

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

However, having suffered from this once before, Natsuro was prepared this time. As soon as the Sound ninja began forming seals, Natsuro's own seals were already completed.

A gust of wind blew through, scattering the sonic wave completely. The Sound ninja was blown back, crashing into the distant wall of a house. The cracks in the wall showed how hard he had hit it.

Natsuro was a bit surprised. With the breakthrough of his Void State, his understanding of both shape transformation and nature transformation had deepened. While he hadn't yet had time to study exactly how much stronger his techniques had become, just from this Wind Release: Great Breakthrough alone, the power had clearly increased significantly.

Without hesitating, Natsuro appeared before the Sound ninja, who hadn't even gotten up yet. The ninja's eyes filled with despair as Natsuro's sword flashed. No miracle occurred. Natsuro sheathed his Ink Sword and looked toward Konoha's walls. That was probably what the enemy's last glance had been focused on.

Natsuro could guess what the ninja had been thinking, why hadn't their reinforcements arrived yet?

The reason? Well, they'd have to ask Natsuro. He had asked quite a few Anbu members to guard that area, including one particularly formidable individual.

So, there was no need for him to rush over there.

At that moment, Natsuro paused as he received information from his two shadow clones. Their tasks were also complete. That meant the ninja inside the village had mostly been dealt with. Of course, it wasn't just his efforts. The Anbu and various clan ninja he had coordinated also played a significant role. If he had been handling this alone, even with shadow clones, he would have been exhausted.

After all, even now, to ensure each shadow clone had sufficient combat power, he could only make two. Any more, and the chakra distribution wouldn't be enough for unexpected situations.

Fortunately, his shadow clones hadn't encountered any surprises. After taking care of their respective enemies, they dispelled themselves once there were no clear targets left.

Natsuro silently assessed his remaining chakra. It was more than he had expected, but still not enough.

Without hesitation, he popped two soldier pills into his mouth. The remaining enemies inside the village should be few in number. He'd leave it to the Anbu to search for them. As for himself, it was time to head to the main arena.

At Konoha's walls, the battle had become completely one-sided. Countless ninja in Anbu gear were relentlessly bombarding the enemy with long-range jutsu.

The reason they had gained such an overwhelming advantage was thanks to Yamato. The enemy wasn't foolish; they had planned their assault carefully, summoning a giant snake that was larger than the wall itself. If it managed to break through, its sheer size alone could destroy the walls with its impact.

At this moment, the giant snake was wrapped in thick wooden branches, completely trapped, unable to move even an inch.

If it were only this, the wall wouldn't have lasted long. After all, the enemy's numbers weren't small, and it was difficult for the wall to withstand their jutsu attacks. However, thanks to Yamato, who had encased the entire wall in wood, a protective shield was formed, preventing the enemy's jutsu from immediately reaching the wall. This gave the Konoha ninja a significant advantage.

Wouldn't the enemy use Fire Release jutsu? But the problem was that Yamato could use Water Release, and he had already stationed several Water Release ninja to counter the enemy's fire jutsu. Everything was carefully arranged.

Sweat dripped from Yamato's forehead as he looked at the scene before him, grateful that he hadn't accepted that recent mission. If he had, Konoha would have faced this danger without him, and he might have been off doing something else...

For this, he had Natsuro to thank. Yamato already knew his true identity. Back then, Natsuro had come to him, explaining Konoha's situation and advising him not to go on any missions. Thanks to that, Yamato was here, playing a critical role in defending Konoha.

After a while, the enemy ninja beneath the wall realized they couldn't break through. They were just sitting ducks, and they began to retreat. Continuing like this was meaningless!

But as they tried to flee, a smirk appeared on Yamato's face. Attack Konoha and then expect to run away? Dream on!

In the direction the enemy was fleeing, several figures stood waiting, each accompanied by a ninja dog. Leading them was none other than Kuromaru.

"Heh, finally, it's time. Guys, it's our turn. Let's show them Konoha's strength!" Kuromaru said with a cold smile.

"Yes!"

Right after, the ninja dogs beside them transformed into clones of their partners. Each of them held a handful of smoke bombs. Seeing the perfect opportunity, they didn't hold back, throwing the bombs all at once.

The next moment!

Dozens of voices shouted in unison:

"Fang Over Fang!"

Immediately, dozens of rapidly spinning bodies charged into the cloud of smoke, turning into an unstoppable meat grinder.

Inside the smoke-covered battlefield, the scene was unclear, but the continuous screams from within were terrifying!

Meanwhile, when Natsuro arrived at the main arena using the Flying Thunder God technique, he saw the familiar Four Violet Flames Formation, the space inside filled with Wood Release. Standing on either shoulder of Jiraiya, who had his hands clasped in a sealing position, were the two toad sages, Fukasaku and Shima. Natsuro's eyes narrowed in surprise...

Why had the Four Violet Flames Formation been activated? And even more puzzling, why was Jiraiya still outside of it?

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