In Konoha, I collected corpses on the battlefield for ten years

For example, a Special Jonin skilled in illusions would be his nemesis.

The Special Jonin rank is a very awkward level of strength.

It's a rank specifically created for Chunin whose overall strength is at the Chunin level, but who excel in certain areas, even rivaling Jonin.

The purpose is to differentiate them to some extent from ordinary Chunin.

If a Special Jonin battles a Jonin with a similar specialization, they can somewhat match the Jonin's strength.

For example, a Special Jonin skilled in taijutsu can briefly contend with a Jonin who isn't as proficient in both illusions and taijutsu.

But if someone like Kaze, whose taijutsu is only momentarily effective and whose illusion skills are weak, encounters a Jonin who is strong in illusions, he would be completely outmatched.

He might even struggle against a Chunin who is skilled in illusions.

Therefore, the situation with Special Jonin is that they can be comparable to Jonin when facing suitable opponents, but equivalent to Chunin when facing opponents who counter them.

Kaze is just like that.

Having used up all the chances, he no longer hoped to gain anything from the corpses that could serve as a trump card.

He glanced at the night outside the window.

Unknowingly, it was already evening.

"Wait."

Immersed in the wonderful "communication" with the corpses, Kaze suddenly realized that according to the ninja code for ninjas outside, the two Chunin on guard and sensing duty must meet and exchange intelligence, comparing passwords and codes, at least every hour.

But as he was dealing with his strength, the hour had long passed.

The other two should know he was in the command room and should have come to find him.

A faint sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

But he didn't dare to act rashly, let alone leave the command room.

The command room was fairly spacious, with a relatively clear view, while outside were all narrow corridors, too easy to encounter danger and be ambushed.

When he first entered the outpost, he saw many corpses lying in these corridors.

But staying inside, in the event of a large-scale attack by Iwa ninjas, was not much different from waiting for death.

He sat on the ground and pondered for a moment.

He felt in his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and, not caring whether it was disrespectful to the corpses, rubbed his hands together to light it.

He took a deep drag.

"Damn it! It can't be that unlucky, right?"

He threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it out, frantically taking out stacks of explosive tags from the system.

Although he wasn't good at setting traps, he knew the basics.

He connected these explosive tags with special threads, densely sticking them to the walls and the door.

"Whoever comes dies!"

His eyes closed and opened, the black pupils covered in scarlet, a tomoe slowly rotating.

His gaze swept around.

His hand gently rested on the longsword at his waist.

He sat still, motionless, waiting silently, much like a farmer guarding his crops.

He didn't know how long he had been staring.

Suddenly, the doorknob of the command room twitched slightly.

Kaze narrowed his eyes, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Who is it?!"

The door was locked.

"It's me."

Outside the door, a slightly familiar voice came, seemingly one of the two Chunin left behind.

But Kaze's expression didn't relax in the slightest, he just asked in a deep voice: "Password!"

"......"

After a second of silence, Kaze no longer hesitated, released the sword hilt, and formed a hand seal.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—

The explosive tags began to burn at the same time, accompanied by a slight sound, quickly igniting like a fuse.

Immediately after.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of violent explosions suddenly rang out, the entire building shaking violently.

But one had to admire the construction team that built these outposts, such frequent and large-scale explosions, and the outpost remained standing.

It was just that the walls and corridors outside the command room were all reduced to ashes.

Kaze didn't relax his vigilance, but activated his Sharingan and silently watched the chaotic pile of rocks.

"So many explosive tags, it seems Konoha is quite determined."

Suddenly, a light, floating voice sounded from the pile of rocks.

A figure stood up from it, somewhat disheveled, tattered clothes hanging on his knotted muscles.

Iwagakure Jonin, Tsuchiishi!

If he hadn't sensed the abnormality at the last moment, dodging in time and combining it with Earth Release defense, such a dense amount of explosive tags would have been enough to blow him up five or six times.

But unfortunately, that second of silence gave him enough reaction time.

Kaze frowned, his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his temples throbbing violently, the Sharingan spinning rapidly.

With just one glance, he judged that the opponent's strength was definitely not Chunin, most likely Jonin, or even Special Jonin.