The Hand of God Creates the Strongest Hidden Mist Village

Chapter 44 Eliminate the Weeds at the Root

Sarutobi Shinnosuke looked down in disbelief at the tip of the knife that had pierced his chest, then slowly raised his head to look at his most trusted subordinate.

"Kazama...you..."

"I...I..."

Kazama Tsukikage trembled violently, as if he had just woken from a nightmare. Looking at his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, his mind went blank.

What just happened?!

He had clearly locked onto that damned Uchiha traitor and unleashed a fatal blow...

But why, why did the knife stab Shinnosuke?!

It's an illusion!

Looking at Makoto Karatachi's mocking face and those blood-red Sharingan eyes, Kazama Tsukikage immediately understood what had happened.

It's those damn Sharingan eyes!

During the battle just now, he was probably already affected and controlled by this guy's illusion, so the Makoto Karatachi he saw was actually Shinnosuke!

What he thought was the attack route and timing was actually a carefully woven trap by the enemy.

But the problem is.

"I was on guard, how could I still be under an illusion..."

Kazama Gekko's face was as pale as paper.

He was clearly prepared, and with his resistance to genjutsu, even a Sharingan with three tomoe shouldn't have been able to trap him in genjutsu so silently.

"Cough... It's not your fault, Kazama. This guy is very unusual..."

Sarutobi Shinnosuke coughed up blood, enduring the excruciating pain and the weakness of his rapidly draining life force. He gripped the protruding blade with one hand to stop the blood from gushing out too quickly, his eyes fixed on Makoto Karatachi.

Just as the Sharingan's cooldown ended, Makoto's eyes returned to their pale purple color.

This situation caused Sarutobi Shinnosuke to frown abruptly.

No one in the Uchiha clan has purple eyes; they all have black hair and black eyes.

However, the Sharingan from before was absolutely genuine, and that illusion was indeed real.

What exactly is this...?

"You bastard, you bastard!"

Kazama roared, his eyes fixed on Makoto Kariju, his gaze bloodshot.

He wanted to rush up and chop that damn bastard into pieces, even killing him a hundred times wouldn't be enough!

But Shinnosuke's hand was pressing firmly on his shoulder.

"Listen to me, Kazama...cough cough...listen to me!"

"Hurry, take the information back! This guy isn't from the Uchiha clan, nor is he from Konoha... cough cough!" Blood kept spilling from Sarutobi Shinnosuke's mouth, his voice hoarse but leaving no room for argument: "This is... an order. You must take the information back!"

He knew he was not going to survive.

Even though the stab wound to his chest didn't kill him outright and was slightly off-center from his heart, he was certain to die with a formidable enemy at hand.

But at least Kazama has to survive and bring back this guy's information!

"No, Shinnosuke-sama!"

"Alright, alright, I don't have time for your sentimental drama."

Makoto clapped his hands, signaling that the game was over: "I hate trouble the most, and I dislike leaving behind any future problems. Especially... the problems that come with knowing so many secrets."

"Kazama!"

Shinnosuke yelled and shoved Kazama aside, signaling him to retreat quickly. At the same time, he quickly caught up with his hands and tried to use ninjutsu again to restrain Makoto Karatachi.

But Gouju Cheng didn't give them any chance.

His figure suddenly transformed into a swift shadow and vanished from the spot.

【God's Hand - Swift Escape】

There were no hand seals, no signs.

Just a moment ago, he was leisurely watching them chat from several meters away.

next moment.

A blurry afterimage, almost too blurry to be seen with the naked eye, instantly traversed the distance between the two sides as if tearing through space!

Shinnosuke saw only a fleeting glimmer in his pupils, the world before him seemed to tilt, and then his consciousness completely faded away.

"Shinnosuke-sama!!"

Looking at Sarutobi Shinnosuke, whose head had been severed from his body, Gekko Kazama's eyes turned bloodshot.

Shinnosuke risked his life to buy him a chance to escape, but can he make it?

No, we can't leave.

Whether he can escape or not is another matter. He is a ninja of Konoha, an elite of the Gekko clan, and a subordinate of Shinnosuke!

With Shinnosuke-sama dead in battle, how could he possibly desert his post?!

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Gekko Kazama unleashed a roar like a dying beast, transforming all his fear and hesitation into a final frenzy.

"Konoha Style: Swift Sword Flowing Shadow!"

He transformed into an extremely dazzling blade of light, like a shooting star falling from the night sky, charging towards Makoto Kojima with a resolute determination to perish together.

This was a strike that consumed his life force, far exceeding his usual power, and even faintly touched the edge of a higher level.

However, faced with this desperate attack, Makoto Koji simply shook his head slightly.

"Commendable courage, but a pity."

He shifted his feet slightly, and his figure once again became a blurry afterimage.

Facing Kazama Tsukikage's seemingly fatal and unavoidable blade, Makoto Karatachi merely shifted his body slightly, narrowly avoiding the direct impact of the blade. At the same time, he brought his right hand together, his palm covered with a layer of solidified chakra, and with the sharpest blade, he lightly slashed forward.

"puff."

A soft sound.

Gekko Kazama's forward momentum abruptly halted.

A line of blood appeared on his neck.

"Why...?"

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sound.

"Because," Makoto Kuraki's figure slowly solidified behind him, and he shook his hand, "I'm faster than you."

When swords clash, nothing is indestructible except speed; speed is king!

The light in Kazama Tsukikage's eyes went out completely, and his body collapsed forward, falling alongside the corpse of Sarutobi Shinnosuke.

Inside the central warehouse, a deathly silence instantly fell.

Only faint sounds of shouts of battle and the explosions of ninjutsu could be heard from outside.

Gouju Cheng stood there and let out a soft sigh of relief.

If I were to fight these two elite Jonin head-on, one of whom is someone like Shinnosuke Sarutobi, it definitely wouldn't be so easy. The main reason is that the Kamui Mangekyou Sharingan is indeed super powerful, and there's also the information gap.

"As expected, battles between ninjas below the Six Paths level are essentially battles of intelligence."

Seeing the two corpses on the ground, Makoto Kujira quickly crouched down and began to search the bodies rapidly.

Ninja tool kits, scrolls, and anything of value.

Then he picked up the sealing scroll and put the two corpses inside to prevent any possibility of them coming back to life.

After doing all this, Makoto Kujira glanced at the empty warehouse, pondered for a moment, took out a handful of explosive tags, and covered the warehouse with them. Then, he used his Swift Escape ability to run to several other warehouses that had been emptied and set up explosive tags there.

"That should be about right."

"drink!"

"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!"

A series of deafening explosions erupted from inside the central warehouse, and towering flames instantly engulfed the entire warehouse area, with all five warehouses simultaneously engulfed in flames.

A huge fireball soared into the sky, even dyeing half of the night sky orange-red!