Naruto: Thousand Hands of Glory

"The most elite troops of Iwagakure were eliminated in one round? They didn't even use Wood Release?"

It was an unspeakable pain. Those elite troops were the result of his years of hard work and the pride of the Iwagakure Village.

These were not just weeds on the roadside, they were more than 30 jonin, enough to wipe out the ninjas of a small country, but they were completely wiped out in one mission.

"Lord Tsuchikage, you have to avenge these brothers! Your Dust Release is the only bloodline elimination in the ninja world, and it will definitely be able to destroy that Shura!"

Shou's memories were filled with blood and death. The images of his subordinates falling down in despair kept appearing before his eyes, their eyes filled with desire for life and expectations of Shou.

Those scenes lingered in his mind like a nightmare, and only when his eyes fell on Lord Tsuchikage could he find a moment of peace.

"Shura..."

A character like the Shura of the Ninja World has appeared in Konoha again, but he has the power of the God of the Ninja World. Is it a combination of the two? It seems that his life must be ended before he grows up.

"Hori, you go down first. We, Iwagakure, will never forget the revenge of the demolition team."

Shou's figure seemed a little dazed under the command. He stood up and left slowly, his whole body a shell without a soul.

Seeing Shou's distraught look, a trace of sympathy flashed in Huangtu's eyes.

He said softly, "Shou seems to have suffered a great blow. I once experienced a similar setback, and it was a long and difficult road to recovery."

"Alas, if Shou can't get out of the nightmare in his heart, his journey as a ninja will be over."

Ohnoki sighed heavily, knowing that the shock suffered by Kari was not trivial, just like when he faced the dreaded Shura of the Ninja World.

The opponent's terrifying aura alone was enough to destroy the will of any ninja, but he was able to remember the "Will of Stone", step out of the opponent's shadow, and his tenacious character allowed him to reach where he is today.

"Since Konoha has already taken action, old man, should we consider evacuating? The harvest this time is already sufficient. If we continue, I am afraid that something unexpected will happen. I always have a bad feeling in my heart."

Although the Iwagakure army was unstoppable on the battlefield in the Land of Wind and did not encounter any decent resistance from the Sand Village, he still felt uneasy.

"Yellow Earth, your intuition is right." Ohnoki stared at Yellow Earth and shook his head helplessly, "With our high-profile actions, it is impossible for the Hidden Cloud Village to be unaware of it."

Ohnoki looked at his son with some worries in his heart. Huang Tu was already quite outstanding in strength, but he was always a little short of understanding the secrets of Dust Release and political strategy.

Ōnoki is already middle-aged, and although his strength is still at its peak, he begins to feel inadequate as the years go by.

However, the village is facing a period of transition. Although the strength of the middle and lower levels has been steadily developing, the huge Iwagakure Village cannot find a qualified candidate. It seems that it still has to rely on itself to hold on for a few more years, hoping that a genius who can inherit its Dust Release will appear in a few years.

"Then should we quit while we are ahead?" Huang Tu's voice was hesitant, and he looked at his father. "And the daimyo has already sent an envoy, suggesting that we withdraw our troops."

"No," Ohnoki's voice was firm, his eyes revealing far-sighted wisdom. "This time, you lead half of the ninjas to defend, but don't act too hastily."

"Why do you do this?" Huang Tu frowned and asked in confusion, "We shouldn't let the enemy take advantage of us."

"Stupid!" Ohnoki's voice was filled with a hint of blame, but more of a teaching to his son. "Without the threat of external enemies, how could the daimyo willingly support the development of our village? Sometimes, the existence of enemies is the source of our strength."

"I understand, father." Huang Tu's eyes flashed with enlightenment, and he began to understand his father's deep meaning. "Then you are not really planning to attack the Sand Village, right?"

"No, of course not. Even if I could, I wouldn't do such a stupid thing. My target is that young seedling."

He picked up the information on the table, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, like the cold wind in winter, biting and cold.

"You mean Yanagi?" Huang Tu's voice was filled with doubt. "Are you overestimating him? After all, he is just a ninja with a bloodline limit."

Huang Tu looked at his father in surprise. He had never seen Ohnoki so murderous.

In his memory, his father was always like a hard stone, tenacious, steady as a mountain, and never revealing his emotions easily.

However, now, Ohnoki's eyes were full of determination and coldness, which made Huang Tu feel unprecedented pressure.

"You don't understand, Huangtu," Ohnoki's voice was low and powerful, "The power of Wood Release is far beyond what is shown before our eyes. The power of the God of Ninja is not something that you, the juniors who have never experienced it, can imagine. Even if there is only a slight possibility, I will never allow it to exist."

The information in Ohnoki's hand, under the influence of an invisible force, slowly turned into countless tiny fragments. They gently fell from his palm, like petals withering in autumn, silently announcing the imminent end of a life.

"The old man is serious this time." Huang Tu was not happy. Instead, his eyes followed the falling debris, and an indescribable bitterness surged in his heart. "It seems that Liuxia can't escape this time."

Huang Tu thought of the brief but memorable relationship with Liuxia. It seemed that they would have to say goodbye forever without even having the chance to say goodbye.

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On the vast sea of ​​the Ninja Realm, the storm was like a wild dancer, interweaving with the sea water to form a thrilling picture. The waves rolled, the wind howled, and it seemed as if the whole world was trembling in this storm.

A Kumogakure ninja stood on the observation deck. His voice pierced through the howling of the storm and he shouted loudly: "Lord Ai! This storm is too fierce. Please return to the cabin to avoid the wind and waves!"

"Ginbi, don't worry," the future Fourth Raikage, Ai, stood on the watchtower. His voice was firm and powerful, piercing through the roar of the storm, "This is just a small wave, not enough to stop us from moving forward. Keep moving forward, don't worry about me, our goal is to explode the chrysanthemum of Iwagakure on time!"

Ai enjoyed the salty and wet sea breeze and the fierce waves hitting his strong body. Every impact made him feel an indescribable excitement. This was his first time leading a team to perform a mission alone. His mood was like this storm, surging, full of power and passion.