Hashirama Reborn

...Don't be so proud, we haven't lost yet!

Hashirama frowned, unwilling to engage in meaningless fighting and killing, and tried to persuade them: You should understand that even if you don't tell us, we can still find him, it just takes more time, you don't have to...

enough!

The middle-aged man pressed his wound and gasped a few times, then gritted his teeth and said: There is no need to say those useless things, come on!

you……

At this moment, a shrill cry of pain broke the silence of the battlefield. Everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound, only to see Mizunotsuki, the only one who broke free from the Wood Release restraints, lying on the ground in pain. His face was as pale as snow. He lowered his head to look at his heart, his eyes full of fear and confusion. There was an arrow stuck there, piercing through from behind. The tip of the arrow was bright and sharp, flashing a cold light. The blood on his chest dyed his white robe red.

The middle-aged man's face changed instantly, and he exclaimed: Lian!

Before everyone could recover from their shock, a group of soldiers in armor and holding bows and arrows suddenly appeared around the courtyard. The arrows in their hands had been lit, with flames jumping on the tips of the arrows, ready to go. A murderous atmosphere instantly filled the air, making people feel suffocated.

Captain Mizunotsuki's face suddenly changed. He stared at the old man in gorgeous clothes who was being guarded in the crowd with wide eyes, and said in disbelief: Lord Fujita, what are you doing!

Taro Fujita, the extremely powerful old man from the Land of Rain, looked at the people in the courtyard expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a group of ants. He said coldly: Zhengjun, I have only made two preparations. Since Mizunotsuki's ninja is useless, I have to use the second method. I must not let the person who tried to assassinate me leave here alive!

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Mizunotsuki Masaru to refute, Fujita Taro waved his hand, and the next second, countless rockets poured into the courtyard like a rainstorm, and flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.

Mizunotsuki Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he tried desperately to rush forward to protect Mizunotsuki Lian who was lying on the ground, but a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen made him kneel on the ground powerlessly. He could only roar angrily and anxiously: No!

Seeing that his people were about to die, Mizunotsuki Zheng was filled with despair. However, at this moment, several wooden boards rose from the ground, quickly covering everyone in the middle of the boards. Ding, ding, ding, a sharp collision sound was heard, and the rockets hit the wooden boards one after another, splashing sparks, but they could not ignite these strange and hard woods, and could only fall to the ground helplessly.

Seeing that the attack did not work, Taro Fujita did not stop. He coldly ordered the soldiers to continue attacking. More rockets flew into the yard, making tinkling sounds. Soon, the yard was covered with extinguished arrows.

Tobirama, who was protected by the Wood Release, frowned and said in confusion: "Strange, these rockets are obviously useless to us, why are they so persistent in launching them? Even an ordinary person should be able to see this."

Hashirama, on the other hand, had a calm expression on his face. To him, this was not important. His sights were already fixed on Fujita. As long as he waited for this attack to be over, he would be able to eliminate his target.

Thinking of this, Hashirama gently patted his brother's head and comforted him: Don't worry, Tobirama, it will be over soon.

Tobirama nodded hesitantly, but his brows did not relax. Looking at Mizunotsuki and others who were also protected by Wood Release, he couldn't help feeling a little unhappy. He curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly: Brother, why do you even protect the enemy?

Upon hearing this, Hashirama laughed out loud, then awkwardly said: He did it unconsciously... But that Fujita didn't take the lives of the ninjas seriously at all, and he showed no mercy even to the ninjas they hired themselves.

Thinking of this, Hashirama shouted to Mizunotsuki Masayuki beside him: Hey, uncle, you can see that your employer has no intention of caring about your life or death. Are you still going to work for him? I still say that as long as you give up the mission, I can let you go!

Mizunotsuki Masaru's body shook, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. While they were talking, the rockets did not stop attacking. They crossed the sky like fire dragons, rushing towards the only building in the yard. The arrows pierced into the wooden house and ignited it instantly. Flames shot up into the sky, making crackling sounds of burning wood.

Mizunotsuki Masaru's face hidden behind the Wood Release kept changing. He looked at the burning house, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He did not speak, but his heart was experiencing a fierce struggle.

Snapped!

With a loud bang, a rocket streaked across the night sky like a meteor and smashed into the house. The window collapsed with a blazing flame and hit the group of wooden barrels neatly arranged behind the door. The barrels rolled around under the impact, making a harsh sound. Some of the most unfortunate barrels were directly pierced by the window fragments, and black liquid flowed out of them, looking particularly weird under the firelight.

Mizunotsuki Masaru's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran up from the soles of his feet to his heart. His brain was working rapidly, and countless pieces of information poured in like water. The designated luring location, Fujita's confident attitude, the continuously launched rockets, the deliberately maintained long-range attacks, and the room full of wooden barrels and the dark liquid inside... Everything, at this moment, appeared clearly in front of his eyes.

It turns out that this is where Fujita's real killer move lies! Those barrels are filled with fuel! Once the fuel is ignited by the rocket, it will cause an explosion, enough to kill everyone in the yard. From the beginning, Fujita planned to kill them all, including Mizunotsuki!

A strong sense of anger and unwillingness surged in Mizunoe Masaru's heart. He raised his head suddenly and shouted to Hashirama and Tobirama: Run! Run! It's fuel! It's going to explode here!

Fujita's pupils shrank, but when he saw the house that had been engulfed in flames, he still sneered and said: Zhengjun, you are really smart, but it's a pity that it's too late.

Indeed, at this time the fuel in the wooden barrel had been ignited, forming a huge fireball. The sound of popping was endless, and all the wooden barrels in the house were cracked under the scorching flames. Countless black and sticky liquids flowed out and instantly covered the ground.

Mizunotsuki Masaru watched all this with empty eyes. He was no longer able to react and could only watch and wait for the flames to rage and turn everything into ashes.

砰

There was a deafening roar, and as the earth shook, a thick smoke rose up into the sky. The smoke was mixed with the heat of fire and the smell of burning wood, making people suffocate.

Uchiha Madara in the inn suddenly raised his head, his Sharingan rapidly rotating, staring closely at the direction of the loud noise. A trace of worry and confusion appeared on his face, and he whispered in a low voice: That direction... Fujita? Hashirama...