Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 189 The Wind Rises

The night on the southern coast of the Land of Whirlpools is even more intense than the thick fog in Kirigakure.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, swept across the rocky beach in gusts, making a low, whistling sound.

There seemed to be an unsettling omen in that voice.

The Cloud Village and Mist Village ninjas who stayed behind completely tore off their pretense of being allies.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

The first Cloud Village ninja to provoke the incident was tall and had an undisguised sneer on his face.

He relished the changing expressions of the Mist Ninja opposite him, from anger to murderous intent.

In his view, this was not just a verbal dispute, but a battle to establish authority that had to be won.

These guys who only know how to hide in the fog and launch sneak attacks must understand who is in charge of this operation.

The rules of Kumogakure must be etched into their very bones with fists.

He spoke again, his voice laced with harsh mockery.

"What's wrong?"

"A bunch of scoundrels who only know how to hide in the fog and play petty tricks, dare to show their knives now?"

His voice was loud and clear, filled with undisguised contempt.

"In our Hidden Cloud Village, people like you don't even qualify to participate in the Chunin Exams."

These words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

The Cloud Ninja's words were like barbed ice spikes, stabbing viciously at the pride of the Hidden Mist Ninja on the other side.

"you!"

Unable to contain his rage any longer, a Hidden Mist ninja took a step forward, his half-drawn ninja sword emitting a harsh grinding sound, its blade gleaming coldly in the night.

His eyes were bloodshot with rage.

"Oh, how is it?"

Upon seeing this, the Cloud Village ninja not only did not restrain himself in the slightest, but instead laughed even more contemptuously.

He raised his ninja sword with one hand, and tiny blue arcs of electricity began to dance on the blade, emitting a soft crackling sound that cast flickering light and shadow on his provocative face.

"Want to make a move? Fine!"

Several Cloud Village ninjas behind him also stepped forward, their weapons gleaming coldly in the night, muttering incantations as they spoke, their words filled with disdain for the Hidden Mist Village's style of doing things.

"I'll show you what true power is!"

"Don't waste your breath on them, they're just a bunch of rats who only know how to play with water!"

The atmosphere instantly froze to freezing point.

The two sides of ninjas were completely divided into two camps, glaring at each other, their chakra surging uncontrollably within them.

"asshole!"

The Hidden Mist ninja could no longer tolerate this insult.

With a roar, the ninja sword in his hand was fully drawn, drawing a cold arc of light as it pointed directly at the opponent's throat.

"court death!"

"Well done!"

The Cloud Ninja was not alarmed but delighted. He laughed loudly and charged forward with the force of thunder on his broadsword.

A bloody internal conflict was about to erupt on this unfamiliar land.

At this critical moment.

"etc."

A voice suddenly rang out.

The one who spoke was another Cloud Village ninja.

He hadn't participated in the argument, but now he frowned and warily scanned his surroundings.

"What are you doing? You spoilsport!"

The warlike Cloud Village ninja turned around and glared at him with displeasure.

"Don't you feel anything?"

The alert Cloud Village ninja had a solemn expression.

"wind……"

"wind?"

Everyone was taken aback.

It's perfectly normal for it to be windy at the beach.

But after his reminder, everyone subconsciously quieted down.

The wind has indeed changed.

The sea breeze earlier, carrying the vastness and saltiness of the ocean, felt damp on my face.

The wind, however, became sharp, carrying a faint, lingering sob, as if someone were playing a broken flute in the distance.

The sound traveled through the woods and bushes along the coast, bringing a strange chill.

The Cloud Village and Mist Village ninjas in the standoff are all elites who have struggled on the brink of life and death countless times.

Their perception of danger has long since become instinctive.

Almost simultaneously, everyone ceased their internal strife. Swords were still drawn, but their focus shifted from each other to the deep, seemingly all-consuming forest.

"What the hell is that?"

The Cloud Village ninja who had provoked them first cursed, his arrogance fading considerably, replaced by annoyance at being offended by the unknown.

"Shut up, all of you!"

A Hidden Mist ninja rapidly formed hand seals.

"Hidden Mist: Sensing Technique!"

He closed his eyes, trying to merge his senses with the surrounding moisture.

However, the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, his face turning somewhat pale.

"How is it?"

His companion asked hurriedly.

"no."

The Hidden Mist ninja shook his head, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"I can't sense anything... No, I should say, there are chakra fluctuations everywhere, which are perfectly integrated with the wind, making it impossible to pinpoint the source."

This result made everyone present feel a little slump.

Just then.

"Look over there!"

A sharp-eyed Cloud Village ninja pointed to the woods ahead, his voice tinged with a hint of surprise.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.

Deep within the dense forest, between the tree trunks and branches, faint black lines began to emerge.

The lines were so fine that they were almost invisible in the darkness.

As they moved with the rhythm of the wind, they seemed to extend and intertwine silently, forming a huge spider web that covered the entire forest in a very short time.

"trap?"

Someone whispered their guesses.

"impossible!"

The other person immediately retorted, "How could the people of the Land of Whirlpools possibly know where we landed! And why would they set a trap here beforehand?"

"What else could it be?"

No one can answer this question.

The eerie black spiderweb exuded an ominous aura, as if it were a death web tailor-made for them.

Om-!

A higher frequency vibration sound rang out, as if countless strings were being plucked at the same time.

The mournful sound of the wind instantly transformed into a sharp whistling.

A fierce wind swept out of the woods without warning.

Everyone instinctively shielded their faces with their arms to resist the powerful wind pressure.

The sand on the beach was swirled up and hit my face, stinging like needles.

"Kazemaru! You try it too, see if you can find the enemy's location!"

The leader of the Cloud Village shouted loudly.

In the group, a Cloud Village ninja responsible for sensing rapidly formed hand seals.

However, just a second later, his face turned deathly pale, and beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"No...that won't work either!"

"We simply cannot pinpoint the source!"

These words sent the hearts of everyone present plummeting to the bottom.

They knew better than anyone what an untargetable attack meant.

That was an absolute, overwhelming gap in strength.

The wind is still picking up.

The howling wind was mixed with a chilling cutting sound.

The scene before everyone's eyes began to undergo strange changes.

Countless transparent ripples began to appear in the air in front of them.

Those fluctuations, like the heat waves rising from the ground baked by the summer sun, distorted the light and blurred the vision.

But unlike the heatwave, these fluctuations carry a bone-chilling cold and an indescribable sharpness.

A leaf, swept off a tree by a strong wind, fluttered and drifted, just as it collided with a transparent ripple.

No sound.

There were no signs of a collision.

The leaf, right before everyone's eyes, was instantly broken down into the smallest dust particles and dissipated into the air.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire coastline.

The once arrogant and unruly Cloud Village ninja now had all the color drain from his face.

The veins on the back of his hand, gripping the broadsword, bulged from excessive force.

Fear, like icy seawater, instantly overwhelmed all their emotions.

Struggle?

Infighting?

All of this seems so ridiculous in the face of an absolute and unknown threat of death.

This is not an illusion.

This is real, deadly wind blades!

A trap.

A trap they were already deeply entangled in from the moment they set foot on this beach, yet they were completely unaware of it.

"Wind... Wind Release..."

An elderly Hidden Mist ninja, his voice trembling, uttered the answer.

"This... should be... a wind blade!"

Wind blade!

These two words struck a chord deep within everyone's heart.

It can compress and shape wind release chakra to a degree that is imperceptible to the naked eye, yet sharp enough to cut through anything.

What terrifying chakra control!

What an incredibly skillful Wind Release ninjutsu!

"Quick! Use the Mist Concealment Technique!"

The pupils of a Kirigakure ninja with extremely fast reflexes suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He roared inwardly, suppressing all fear, and the remaining rationality in his hands drove him to rapidly form hand seals.

As long as you use the Mist Concealment Technique!

If we can create a dense fog, even for just a moment, we might find an opportunity!