Naruto Uncle, I Am Really Invincible

The dark clouds in the sky are getting heavier and darker, as if they are about to flatten the sky and the earth.

Thunder light also flickered in the dark clouds, making a roaring roar.

At the moment, they all seem to be watching the bottom, observing the "ants" who are killing the overflowing.

Ignoring the bad weather and environment, Chiyo who got wet in the rain~ clenched her fists slightly.

She took a deep breath, even though they Sand Shinobi had prepared in advance, there was no guarantee that this battle could be won 100%.

After all, war is never guaranteed to be won, and even if you have all the advantages, there will be all kinds of accidents.

But this battle will happen no matter what, and things have evolved to such a point that there is no longer any possibility of concessions.

Both sides of the war, whether it was Konoha and Rain Shinobi or Sand Shinobi, they understood.

This battle will be fought no matter what, and only after the battle can we decide who has the right to speak.

Only after the battle can we decide whether it will be a war or peace, and how to fight and how to make peace, only the victor has the right to decide.

From the moment the war started, there was neither justice nor evil, but only winners and losers.

Although they didn't say much, they all understood that in this ninja world where the winner decides everything, the important thing is victory.

Victory to get everything they want!

Everyone is roaring in their hearts, this battle must not be lost!

"Hanzo, this is the end of your legend, let me end it with my own hands..."

Looking at the Rain Shinobi ninja below, Chiyo stared firmly at the Sanshoyu Banzo below, whispered, and a look of sadness flashed in her eyes.

Maybe it was suddenly thought that in the future, I might face this day myself.

A ninja's life is all about fighting.

These old people, who were abandoned by the times, have been fighting all their lives.

In addition to fighting, in their long careers, it seems that they can't find anything else to fill.

They only find their value in battle, they face the value of the whole world.

Chiyo already understood that in this cruel world, worthless guys are destined to be abandoned.

Therefore, they must rely on repeated victories to prove their worth.

This war is the best proof!

Therefore, they must win!

Hanzo must die!

Rain Shinobi must be defeated!

"Everyone—"

Chiyo's voice penetrated through the rain curtain, and despite the heavy rain curtain, the voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of the Sand Shinobi ninja behind him.

The tacit unity of the ninjas behind them moved forward, and the edge of the cliff was immediately occupied by the densely packed Sand Shinobi ninjas.

They didn't say a word, but the expressions on their faces were nervous and excited.

Even the icy rain could not quench the restlessness and passion in their hearts.

They are ready, for the Land of Wind, for Sunagakure, to be able to give their families a better life, for. Everything worth fighting for...

They fought for various reasons, gathered here, and they all understood at this time that the next time was the time of war.

They will bury their enemies with killing blades in their hands, sacrificing everything for victory.

After they were ready to join the slaughter feast, they looked at the flames burning in the eyes of their companions.

There was no sadness in Chiyo's eyes, only firmness and cold-blooded towards the enemy in front of him.

A ninja's life is all about fighting.

From birth to death, this is a cursed fate that cannot be avoided. Since it cannot be avoided, let's welcome it!

Slowly raising his arm, countless people behind Chiyo stared at this hand.

Chiyo swung down hard and pointed forward.

"kill!""

The rain rang in his ears, and the thunder rang out, but this command was the loudest trumpet in all Sand Shinobi's hearts.

As a result, the Sand Shinobi ninjas turned into black shadows as fast as the wind, like a group of beasts flying, rushing down from the cliff.

The sound of their galloping turned into a gust of wind, turned into lightning, and spread all over the cliff.

"kill!"

"Kill them!

"For the Land of Wind, rush!

••••••**•••••

Deafening shouts and roars filled the entire battlefield.

Thousands of Sand Shinobi ninjas rushed up, causing the earth to tremble for a while.

The water channel formed by the rainwater rushed down, and was stepped on in an instant, splashing little drops of water.

Down below, at the front of the line, Hanzo is at the forefront of Rain Shinobi's unit, letting the wind and rain blow over him.

Wearing a gas mask, the poisoned sickle connected to the chain is behind him, the long pale yellow hair follows the wind and rain, and the pupils are full of vicissitudes.

Facing the charge of thousands of Sand Shinobi ninjas, watching the roaring Sand Shinobi, Hanzo's heart was unexpectedly calm.

As if returning to the past, that still young, peace-loving self, that full of blood, Isshin wants to change the world.

fear.

Fear.

anger.

All this disappeared, and only the most essential killing remained in the heart.

Killing is without anger, killing is without emotion, at this moment he is killing itself.

"Go on. 99

Hanzo said these words softly, and waved his right hand violently.

He ripped off the gas mask on his face, and the poisonous gas in his body had already spread out.

"Huh! 99

The ripples on the water swayed, and Hanzo's figure disappeared from everyone's eyes in a blink of an eye.

The Rain Shinobi ninjas wearing gas masks in the rear moved forward and charged forward.

"Go!" 5

"kill!

At the forefront of the team, a Sand Shinobi ninja is a Grandmaster swordsman ninja with a wind-like blade, and he is very confident in his swordsmanship.

His eyes gleamed with excitement and bloodlust.

"The legend of the demigods came from Laozi—"

Before he could finish these words, in his excited and confident sight, the wind dissipated, and the ninja knife was cut off by the silver light.

His chest was cut open, and bright red blood spattered.

When he died, he indulged in beautiful visions, full of glory and excitement.

He didn't react at all.