Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

"Something's not right! An extremely large chakra is approaching!"

Suddenly, a Sand Village sensory ninja guarding the perimeter of the encirclement shouted loudly.

Ishido, who was manipulating a puppet to chop off the head of a Yamanaka clan ninja, frowned slightly and decisively ordered.

"Change mission objectives, kill the Uchiha ninja, seize the Sharingan, and retreat immediately!"

All the Sand Village ninjas, including Shimizu, instantly focused their firepower on that Uchiha.

As for the Leaf Village Chunin, Sasori was manipulating the Salamander puppet to keep him entangled.

To be honest, that Uchiha's performance was remarkable. Relying on a pair of Sharingan with tomoe, he managed to fend off the attacks of a Special Jonin and two Chunin, sustaining only minor injuries.

But even if he was strong, it would be difficult to withstand the siege of a group of people.

Having just relied on the Sharingan's dynamic vision to dodge hundreds of poisonous needles, and then using ingenious Fire Release techniques to evade four or five incoming ninjutsu, he was about to find a weak point to break through when a powerful iron fist smashed down.

Clearly, this Uchiha's reaction ability and combat ability were much stronger than the previous sword-wielding ninja. Almost instantly, he drew the wakizashi from his waist, held it in front of him to deflect the force, and simultaneously performed a stylish backflip to jump backward.

In a matter of seconds, aside from the inevitable internal injuries from deflecting the force, this Uchiha ninja could almost be said to have escaped unscathed!

Three Special Jonin swarmed up, attacking Uchiha Sen from all angles.

Two seconds later.

"Stop him!"

Seeing this, Yae manipulated the puppet and shouted anxiously.

Uchiha Sen, knowing that escape was hopeless, actively reached for his eye sockets, intending to destroy the Sharingan in the last second before his death.

Blood splattered, Uchiha Sen's fingers were cut off on the spot by a flying knife shot from the puppet, and a bloodstain also appeared on his neck.

In the next instant, his head fell to the ground, and the two tomoe in his scarlet Sharingan rapidly rotated, faintly revealing the remnants of a third tomoe, but dimmed due to the lack of sufficient chakra support.

"Not good! It's coming!"

The Sand Village sensory ninja exclaimed in surprise.

And at the end of the field of vision, on the other side of the sand dune, a white light streaked across the earth like lightning.

Seeing this, Shimizu hurriedly discarded the fat puppet.

The fat puppet is fine for dealing with Chunin and Genin, but once it encounters a Special Jonin specializing in speed, it will probably become a target, let alone the newcomer is clearly no ordinary enemy.

"Damn it... It's White Fang... Everyone, retreat!"

Seeing this, Ishido didn't bother to entangle, turned around, and manipulated several puppets to carry Shimizu and Sasori, running wildly.

Shimizu, being carried by a puppet more than two meters tall, hurriedly used chakra threads to pull the fat puppet and the little boy back, sealing them into the sealing scroll on his back.

Compared to Ishido, Hisaichi seemed to be a little more unlucky and a little more greedy.

He wanted to take the head of that Uchiha.

Even if he couldn't capture the Uchiha alive, bringing back a pair of Sharingan would be a great achievement.

But he miscalculated.

Nara Hirano, who had previously been cut in half by the puppet and seemed to have died long ago, opened his eyes at this moment, barely forming a hand seal.

"Shadow Imitation Technique."

Because Nara Hirano was close to death at this time, his consciousness was blurred, and even ninjutsu was difficult to maintain normally, lasting only less than two seconds.

But these two seconds determined the distance between life and death.

Two seconds later, Hisaichi's body erupted with Jonin-level chakra, forcibly breaking free from the shackles of the Shadow Imitation Technique.

But that white lightning had already arrived on the battlefield from the distant end of the desert in less than five seconds combined.

That was a slender, medium-height, white-haired man.

Sakumo Hatake!

"Konoha White..."

"Shua!"

In an instant, a white light flashed across the field of vision.

Hisaichi didn't die. He was a Jonin after all, and he wouldn't be cut down like grass in front of a Kage-level powerhouse.

But it wasn't much better.

The kunai in his hand broke, and a scratch appeared on his brown vest, with faint traces of blood spreading from it.

"Konoha White Fang... Why are you here?"

Sakumo Hatake did not answer, but looked sadly at the Leaf Village ninjas lying on the ground. The lightning on the White Light Tanto in his hand became even more dazzling.

Another streak of white light followed.

After a few breaths, Hisaichi's head fell to the ground.

Sakumo Hatake sighed.

This elite six-man team from the Leaf Village now only had two people left alive, one of whom was a guy like Nara Hirano who only had one breath left.

He was destined not to live long.

The remaining one was that middle-aged ninja.

At the first moment Sakumo Hatake arrived, he, who had been seriously injured, snapped the last string and fell to the ground unconscious.

"It seems that among us, only Iu is the one who can go back alive, he's always been so lucky."

Nara Hirano, who had been stopped from bleeding by Sakumo Hatake and fed a soldier pill, coughed and said.

"Sakumo-sama is injured, right? Otherwise, it wouldn't take so long to deal with that Jonin."

Sakumo Hatake did not answer, but pressed on Nara Hirano's shoulder.

"Hirano, I will take you back to the village."

"No need, Sakumo-sama, even if Tsunade-sama takes action, my injuries cannot be saved. You must dispose of our bodies here to prevent the Sand Village from obtaining information from our bodies. Just take our ashes back to the village."

Sakumo Hatake pursed his lips and uttered a word.

"Okay."

"Cough cough, also, the Sand Village team that besieged us this time was led by Ishido of the Puppet Corps. There are two very young puppet masters who are much stronger than their peers. If Sakumo-sama still has the strength, please be sure to eliminate them. This will be a threat to the village in the future. If you can't, please be sure to bring the information back to the village. Finally... please... solve... the pain... on my body..."

Nara Hirano's breath became weaker and weaker, and his words gradually became slurred.

Sakumo Hatake sighed again and reached out to snap Nara Hirano's neck.

"Sorry, I may not be able to chase after them to avenge you, and I may not be able to bring all of you home."