Naruto:Suna Shinobi

"Something is wrong! An extremely large amount of chakra is approaching!"

Suddenly, a Sand Village sensory ninja standing at the outer perimeter of the encirclement shouted.

Ishido, who was controlling his puppet to behead a Yamanaka ninja, frowned and quickly made a decision.

"Change the mission objective! Kill the Uchiha, seize the Sharingan, and evacuate immediately!"

All the Sunagakure ninjas, including Hiriito, immediately shifted their focus to Uchiha Shinae.

As for the remaining Konoha Chunin, he was already trapped by Salamander, the defensive puppet Sasori controlled.

To be honest, Uchiha Shinae had performed remarkably well so far. With his Sharingan, he managed to fend off the attacks of a special jonin and two chunin, suffering only minor injuries.

But no matter how strong he was, he couldn't possibly hold off an entire squad by himself.

Dodging hundreds of poison needles with his enhanced vision, evading four or five elemental ninjutsu with expert Fire Release techniques, Uchiha Shinae still found himself cornered.

Then, out of nowhere—

A powerful iron fist came crashing toward him.

Uchiha Shinae's reaction speed was far superior to the previous sword-wielding ninja.

In an instant, he drew the wakizashi from his waist, positioning it to absorb the force.

At the same time, he performed a graceful backflip, landing safely a few meters away.

Aside from some internal injuries caused by the impact, he remained unscathed.

This was the power of the Sharingan.

With it, an Uchiha could push taijutsu and ninjutsu to their absolute limits, wield illusions with terrifying precision, and dominate most shinobi of the same level.

After delivering his devastating punch, Hiriito retreated, relying on long-range attacks—poison needles, kunai, and other projectiles—to keep Uchiha Shinae at bay.

His Fat Puppet's pneumatic fists required time to recharge—around ten seconds using chakra-assisted compression.

That was enough time for the three special jonin to surround and attack from all angles.

Two seconds later.

"Stop him!"

Nanaken, controlling his puppet, shouted.

But Uchiha Shinae already knew there was no way out.

With gritted teeth, he reached for his own eyes, attempting to gouge out his Sharingan before Sunagakure could take them.

Blood splattered.

His fingers were severed by a kunai shot from a puppet.

His throat was slit an instant later.

As his head tumbled to the ground, the two-tomoe Sharingan spun wildly, faint traces of a third tomoe flickering—but without enough chakra, it dimmed into lifelessness.

"Too late! It's coming!"

The sensory ninja shouted in alarm.

At the edge of the sand dunes, a streak of white light blazed across the battlefield.

Hiriito's eyes widened.

"What kind of speed—?!"

Without hesitation, he removed the Fat Puppet, knowing it would only slow him down.

While effective against ordinary chunin, the bulk of the Fat Puppet made it a prime target against a speed-based elite ninja.

"Damn it… It's the White Fang! Everyone, retreat!"

Ishido abandoned all thoughts of fighting. Controlling multiple puppets, he grabbed Hiriito and Sasori, retreating at full speed.

Hiriito barely had time to reel in his Fat Puppet and Little Boy before sealing them back into a scroll.

But, the other Sand Jonin, was too greedy.

He wanted Uchiha Shinae's head.

Even if they couldn't capture him alive, delivering a pair of Sharingan to the Kazekage would be a tremendous achievement.

But he miscalculated.

Despite being severely wounded, Nara Hirano, the Konoha Jonin leading the elite squad, opened his eyes one final time.

With one trembling hand, he managed to form a single seal.

"Shadow Imitation Jutsu."

Even with fading consciousness, even on the brink of death, his technique was still effective—for two seconds.

That two seconds meant life or death.

By the time he shattered the Shadow Bind with a final burst of Jonin-level chakra, it was already too late.

From beyond the dunes, the White Flash closed the distance in an instant.

In less than five seconds, the battlefield was engulfed in white light.

A thin, white-haired man appeared, standing amidst the blood-soaked sand.

Hatake Sakumo.

His face paled.

"Konoha's White F—"

"SWISH—"

A streak of white light cut across his vision.

Even as a Jonin,he barely dodged in time.

But his kunai shattered, his chest armor split open, and blood seeped from the wound.

His expression twisted in shock.

"He's injured… But he's still this fast?!"

Hatake Sakumo's gaze fell on the fallen Konoha ninjas, his eyes filled with regret.

Then, without a word, his short blade glowed with chakra—and he vanished again.

Seconds later,A head hit the ground.

The once six-man Konoha elite team had been completely wiped out—

Only two remained.

Nara Hirano was barely breathing.

The middle-aged chunin had collapsed, unconscious.

Hatake Sakumo knelt beside Hirano, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Hirano, I'll bring you back to the village."

The dying Jonin coughed up blood, shaking his head.

"No, Lord Sakumo… My injuries are too severe. Not even Lady Tsunade can save me."

He gripped Sakumo's sleeve weakly.

"Please… Destroy our bodies… so Sunagakure can't obtain our secrets… And—"

He gasped for breath.

"The Sunagakure team was led by Ishido of the puppet forces… There were two young puppet masters—they're dangerous… If you have the strength, eliminate them…"

His voice faded.

"Please… Grant me… peace…"

Hatake Sakumo closed his eyes, then silently snapped Hirano's neck.

"…I'm sorry."

Then, standing slowly, he turned to the desert horizon.

"I won't be able to chase them today."

(End of Chapter)

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