Start with the Mangekyō and leave Konoha with Madara.

rainy night.

Dark clouds rolled in, pouring down rain, and a streak of purple lightning spanned the sky.

The lightning at that moment pierced through the darkness, illuminating the white rain curtain, as well as a dilapidated and charred camp and countless figures fighting in the rainstorm.

This is the northern part of the Hidden Rain Village, Konoha's last line of defense.

A loud thunderclap and earth-shaking shouts of killing echoed throughout the forest.

Just as the battles in the west and south were becoming increasingly intense, a surprise attack force of the Rock Ninja emerged and launched a decapitation operation without warning. Their target was the base camp of the Rain Country Ninja, the Hidden Rain Village.

Hanzo was leading his army to fight against the Sand Ninja in the southern battlefield and had no time to spare. Therefore, the only troops that could resist this surprise attack were the troops temporarily dispatched by Konoha.

Although it was rushed, everyone was working hard.

They knew that if the Hidden Rain Village was really lost, the alliance previously reached between the village and Hanzo would instantly collapse, leaving no room for maneuver, and the war would move towards a situation that would become increasingly unfavorable to the village.

Due to the disadvantage in numbers, the Konoha ninjas were quickly defeated, with only a dozen or so left struggling to hold on, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

"Damn it! These Rock Ninjas actually launched a surprise attack at a time like this!"

"We can't retreat! If the Hidden Rain Village is lost, this battle will be in trouble!"

Suddenly, the Konoha ninja who was speaking was startled, and a ghostly figure appeared in front of him. Before he could make a sound, a fist landed on his forehead.

The punch was not very powerful, but it made him dizzy and lose his balance.

"Bang! Bang!"

The puncher was very fast. In a flash, he threw two punches in succession, accurately hitting the chest and lower abdomen of the Konoha ninja. Each punch was more powerful than the last. The last punch directly sent his body flying.

"Explosive Escape·Thunder Fist!"

The Konoha ninja was in a panic, and the last scene he saw was the cold face of the person who punched him, and a pair of sparkling eyes.

"You are……"

He fell into the arms of his two companions, and without even a scream, his whole body exploded instantly!

Visibly, a layer of flames broke through his body from the inside out, and then exploded with a loud bang. The powerful shock wave flattened everything within a radius of ten meters. The two companions were not spared and were swallowed up by the explosion.

When the explosion subsided, only a deep pit remained, with broken flesh and blood scattered around it.

"Captain Hunter!" The two Iwa Ninjas landed next to the puncher, with a very respectful attitude.

Shou turned his head slightly, his eyes cold, "Have you found the 'ghost'?"

The Iwa-nin looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry."

"Notify the Perception Squad to search for Konoha's ghost ninja with all their might. His spirit killing technique poses too great a threat and must be dealt with first!"

"Yes!"

Shou snorted coldly: "Take down this base as soon as possible, and then flatten the Hidden Rain Village. We will be the heroes of this battle!"

At this time, another Rock Ninja landed beside them and knelt on one knee, "Report to the captain, the western detachment encountered a strong enemy and suffered heavy losses!"

Shou's eyes narrowed, and he turned back suddenly: "Lead the way!"

……

In the deep forest, a figure was crisscrossing the battlefield, fighting back and forth.

He had an agile figure, and his pitch-black combat uniform seemed to blend into the night. He shuttled among the enemy troops, his afterimage appearing and disappearing along with the flash of his sword. Every time he swung his sword, an Iwagakure would die on the spot.

His movements were so fast that they were blurry, and the Rock Ninjas could not see his sword at all. The last thing they saw was his cold eyes and his cool white hair.

"call out!"

There was a sharp sound of breaking air overhead. Hatake Sakumo turned slightly without looking back and narrowly missed a long sword that was chopped down vertically.

He took advantage of the situation to turn his body, and the short knife in his right hand was instantly turned into a reverse grip. The sharp white knife light drew an arc and passed through the throat of the attacker.

With a "puff" sound, blood spurted out and a head rolled to the ground.

His movements were simple and direct, combining the swordsmanship and ninjutsu passed down from generation to generation in the Hatake family and bringing them to perfection.

The short knife flipped over, and the sharp blade reflected a dazzling white light. With just one stroke, it cut through the three shurikens, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

The knife flashed, and the Iwa Ninja's body was split into two along the trajectory of the knife. The blood-red color slowly unfolded like a scroll, revealing the scene of hell and dormant murderous intent, which was cruel to the extreme.

This level of sharpness is comparable to that of a divine weapon. However, this is not entirely due to the power of the dagger. The greater reason is Hatake Sakumo's own chakra.

This short sword is specially made of chakra metal. It can accommodate a certain amount of chakra and transform it into a chakra blade as thin as a cicada's wing, which is sharp and tough.

It is precisely with this unique skill that Sakumo is able to move freely in the chaos of battle, jumping and dodging with a single sword as if he is in an empty space.

After just a few rounds, the Rock Ninjas realized that something was wrong. They could not get close to such a terrifying enemy at all. If they wanted to fight, they had to keep their distance.

"Earth Escape——"

With a "swish", the cold blade light cut off the Iwagakure's hands, and then tore his chest in front of his astonished eyes.

Sakumo looked coldly, ignoring the blood dripping onto his face, and continued to rush towards the next enemy.

"White Teeth Burst!"

He gripped the hilt tightly, and as the afterimage emerged, more than a dozen blade beams flashed in the air, and three more people were torn apart by the blade light and bathed in blood.

"Tu Dun·Tu Liubi!"

An Iwagakure ninja screamed and slapped the ground with his hands. With the cover of his companions' self-sacrifice, he finally released his ninjutsu. A thick earth wall rose from the ground, blocking Sakumo's pursuit.

The Iwa Ninja changed his hand seals, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a bright light suddenly flashed across his eyes.

The earth wall was split in two in an instant, and my throat also felt slightly itchy, followed by an unbearable stinging pain and a feeling of suffocation.

"His sword... can even cut through ninjutsu..."

The Rock Ninja fell to his knees helplessly. Under him, a bright red color slowly expanded and gradually swallowed up his entire body.

The wind was biting cold and the rain in the forest was gradually weakening.

Hatake Sakumo stood with a knife in his hand, and corpses were lying all around him.

He stopped his sword and looked around. There were still about thirty ninjas wandering in the woods, like a pack of hyenas hunting a lion, ready to attack but not daring to approach rashly.

Although there are many experts in physical skills among this group, there are even some elite jonin.

The reason for all this is that this white-haired ninja in front of him can end the battle with one move no matter who he meets, without any delay.

No matter whether you are a Genin or an elite Jonin, he kills them all with one sword, just like a tireless machine, constantly executing the killing orders.

Hatake Sakumo panted slightly, bent down quietly to hide the rapidly heaving chest, and used the rain to wash away the sweat from his forehead.

He is not a machine, of course he gets tired.

The reason why I have been able to hold on until now is not just due to myself.

Whenever he was in crisis or encountered an equally agile enemy, a spirit would always take the opportunity to break into the opponent's spiritual world. Even if it could not be killed immediately, it would still cause interference for a certain period of time.

In the eyes of a master like him, this amount of time is enough.

No matter whether it was him or the spirit in the dark, they were both fighting for their lives at this moment, with the purpose of intimidating the enemy and dragging the battle until reinforcements arrived.