Where did these Sunagakure ninjas come from?
Haruki’s crows, released around the camp, hadn’t spotted them. This group of Sunagakure ninjas seemed to have suddenly emerged from underground.
Haruki frowned, dodging a fire ball that flew towards him.
A shrill scream came from behind him. He looked back and saw that an Amegakure ninja had been burned into a charred corpse.
If this continues, it won’t be long before the Amegakure ninjas are completely wiped out. This was absolutely not the outcome Haruki wanted to see. He still needed these people to provide him with emotional value.
[System detected Suna Ninja A’s killing intent value +2000]
[System detected Suna Ninja B’s killing intent value +2000]
[Currently, a total of 10000 killing intent points have been collected. Your Cursed Spirit, Sukuna’s rank has increased to 88.8%]
Five Sunagakure ninjas appeared in front of Haruki, their cold gazes fell upon Haruki.
Five figures flashed simultaneously, attacking Haruki. As they rapidly approached him, an extreme chill suddenly erupted from Haruki as the center.
The blue-white chill swept towards the Sunagakure ninjas in the air, and thick ice rapidly spread, freezing the five Sunagakure ninjas in mid-air. With a crisp sound, they shattered into a pile of ice. Five lives disappeared silently just like that.
Haruki looked at the dwindling number of Amegakure ninjas around him, and the immense Cursed Energy within him surged, with countless chills emanating from all directions. Frost rapidly spread through the air.
Fireballs, Kunai, wind blades...
All attacks, all weapons were frozen in the air.
Haruki showed no mercy, his vast Cursed Energy surging out like seawater. The frost he exhaled seemed capable of freezing even the air.
"Retreat!" Pakura let out a fierce shout.
The chill in front of her was extremely fast, and the blade of her long sword was already covered in a thick layer of ice, with the cracking sound of freezing clearly audible.
The chill spread along the blade, and Pakura unhesitatingly threw out the weapon in her hand, forming a hand seal with one hand.
Scorch Release: Extremely Steaming Murder!
Countless fireballs collided with the chill.
Thick white mist instantly filled the entire battlefield.
Haruki stepped forward, standing in front of all the Amegakure ninjas.
As the mist gradually dissipated, he and Pakura gazed at each other.
Seeing Haruki’s figure, a hint of shock flashed in Pakura’s eyes. She hadn’t expected that the one who could stop and force her back was actually a child.
Complex emotions mixed in her eyes, gradually turning into sharp killing intent. A genius born into the wrong faction had only one path: to be eliminated.
[System detected Pakura’s killing intent value +5000]
[Your Cursed Spirit Sukuna’s rank has increased to 89.3%]
"Takinawa-san, retreat quickly!"
Haruki vigilantly stared at Pakura in front and the dense crowd of Sunagakure ninjas behind her, saying to Takinawa behind him.
Takinawa had only one arm left, the other had been scorched by Pakura’s Scorch Release.
He shook his head firmly. "No!"
How could they retreat? How could they leave Haruki alone here?
Now, the one who should really retreat was Haruki.
"Haruki, you should leave. I promised I would get you back safely."
"We will fight to the death to stop them. Take this opportunity to fly high into the sky and leave the camp." Takinawa said to Haruki in front of him.
His eyes were bloodshot, and the pain had gradually disappeared. He was left with only intense killing intent. He wanted to kill these Sunagakure ninjas to buy Haruki a chance at survival.
He knew Haruki was a genius, but the enemy had too great a numerical advantage, and there was also Pakura, the famous Scorch Release ninja.
Haruki could not sacrifice himself here, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to face Hanzo, or any of the Amegakure ninjas.
"No!" Haruki shook his head calmly.
He turned his head slightly, looking at Takinawa and the living Amegakure ninjas behind him. He looked around, and saw that there were less than a hundred Amegakure ninjas still alive.
A faint smile appeared on his face as he said, "I said I would fight alongside everyone!"
"I will never abandon you!"
"I want to protect everyone!"
"Like sensei, protect Amegakure, protect the ninjas of Amegakure!"
On his face, Takinawa and the others saw no trace of fear or retreat. His smile was so bright, so warm, so selfless.
Tears streamed down the faces of the Amegakure ninjas.
[System detected Takinawa’s affection value +5000]
[System detected Anyu’s affection value +5000]
[System detected Kyoraku’s affection value +5000]
[Currently a total of 460,000 affection value has been collected. Your Companion Cursed Spirit Rika’s rank has increased to 97.81%]
"Very good. You have great courage."
Pakura took a step forward. She looked at Haruki calmly, and a hint of admiration actually showed in her eyes.
"It’s a pity, we are enemies, and you are destined to die by my hand."
A hint of regret appeared in Pakura’s eyes.
[System detected Pakura’s killing intent value +3000]
[Your Cursed Spirit Sukuna’s rank has increased to 89.6%]
As her words fell, Pakura’s figure flashed, shooting towards Haruki. At the same time, the Sunagakure ninjas behind her surged forward like a torrent.
Pakura stomped and shattered the frozen ice on the ground, her figure surging forward, instantly closing in on Haruki.
Haruki had to admit that a Jonin’s strength was not on the same level as a Chunin or Genin, and Pakura’s strength was even greater than that of an ordinary Jonin.
She was extremely fast. A kunai instantly appeared in her palm, stabbing towards Haruki’s neck. She didn’t use any unnecessary moves, simply and cleanly stabbing towards Haruki’s neck.
Haruki sidestepped to avoid it, and the next second, the kunai reappeared in front of him, stabbing towards his neck, giving him the illusion that no matter how he dodged, he would collide with the kunai head-on.
Pakura’s combat experience and taijutsu far surpassed that of ordinary ninjas. If Haruki could defeat Pakura with his own strength alone, his taijutsu would advance another stage.
Silver-white liquid transformed into a shield, blocking in front of Haruki.
Haruki’s figure flashed, and a fist enveloped in dense Cursed Energy tore through the air, smashing towards Pakura’s chest.
Pakura crossed her arms, her forearms covered with hard armor. Even if the child in front of her was a genius, she didn’t believe his strength would be powerful enough to break her defense.
The moment the fist made contact with the armor on Pakura’s arm, a dull thud echoed. Pakura took a step back, raising an eyebrow.
Just as she had expected. Although the force of the punch was decent and the power was considerable, for a Jonin like her, it was within her tolerance.
Indeed, he was just a child...