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Naruto: IHCS Ch. 70
🕑 Added 2025-08-05 17:40:09 +0000 UTC[Gratitude detected: Isome +2000 points]
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"Yeah! It's all thanks to him."
"I even got to experience the feeling of flying just now."
"That quicksand area was so tricky, he must've used up a lot of energy."
"…"
Isome's words reached the ears of the other ninjas, and they all sighed in admiration.
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Shiratori smiled genuinely. "I'm really happy I could help everyone!"
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His smile grew even brighter.
He knew it!
This battlefield wasn't a waste of time for him.
"Alright, let's begin the operation!"
Isome looked toward the infiltration team of ninjas behind him.
He nodded at the boy beside him.
Shiratori controlled his broom and flew toward the border camp of Suna.
The assassination team of ninjas hovered midair, silently waiting for the signal to launch the attack.
The Suna border defense camp stood like a steel scorpion crawling through the desert, backed by towering rocky mountains. Its menacing outline was faintly visible under the sparse starlight.
The wall, built from hardened sand, stood six meters high and was lined with poisoned kunai at the top.
Figures shifted atop tall watchtowers.
Inside the camp, bonfires flickered. Most of the ninjas had rotated out to rest; only patrol units still moved within the camp.
A shrill cry pierced the night sky.
"Enemy attack! Main gate direction! Large number of Ame ninjas!"
Deafening explosions followed in rapid succession from the camp's main entrance.
Blinding flames tore through the darkness in an instant.
At the front gate of the Suna camp, under the command of Kuroi, the Ame ninjas moved like phantoms in the night.
They continuously hurled kunai bundled with explosive tags, hitting the camp gate and nearest watchtowers with deadly precision.
Boom!
The main gate was blown to pieces. Sand and debris flew, and burning fragments fell like meteors.
The Suna camp stirred awake from its slumber.
Suna ninjas roared as they poured out from their tents.
"Defend the gate! It's a frontal assault by Ame ninjas! Don't let them break through!"
A Suna jonin shouted amid the chaos, unleashing a volley of shuriken that screamed through the air toward the Ame ninjas.
Kuroi hid behind a massive rock, shuriken clinking loudly as they struck the stone.
A trace of mockery flashed through his eyes.
The Suna ninjas had fallen right into the trap.
Meanwhile, in the skies above the Suna border camp, Shiratori and his team descended silently.
At a height of about 100 meters, their figures hovered under the thick shroud of night.
Isome's calm and clear voice reached the ears of the Ame ninjas behind him. "Prepare to throw. First round: salamander toxin; second round: explosive tags. Target designated zones for area coverage."
The ninjas assigned to deploy the toxin donned gas masks. Behind their lenses, their eyes gleamed with icy resolve.
Shiratori took a deep breath and scattered the staff, sending the Ame ninjas flying in all directions.
Dozens of deep purple glass canisters silently dropped toward the logistics area of the camp.
Thud.
The dull sound of breaking glass was barely audible in the middle of the camp's uproar.
The canisters shattered, releasing a deep purple toxic mist that spread like countless venomous serpents, flicking their tongues as they surged outward.
The poisonous fog spread like wildfire, and in the blink of an eye, engulfed nearly a third of the camp's core area.
"What is that?!"
"Cough... cough! My eyes!"
"Poison gas! It's Hanzō's poison... ugh!"
"..."
The piercing screams and panicked cries instantly drowned out the explosions at the main gate.
Within the Suna logistics camp, now engulfed in the toxic mist, the ninjas felt excruciating pain tearing through their bodies like blades.
Their vision blurred instantly, muscles twitched uncontrollably, and chakra drained away like the receding tide.
After struggling for just a few seconds, countless Suna ninjas coughed up dark blood, their eyes bulging, and collapsed to the ground like boneless lumps of clay.
"Don't panic! Put on your gas masks! Hurry!"
An experienced ninja shouted hoarsely. But it was already too late. The poison was scattered further by the violent desert night wind.
Now it was Shiratori's turn to act, flying on his broom.
He had proactively asked Isome to assign him the task of throwing the explosive tags.
Only by letting the Suna ninjas see him, only then could he stir up their strongest emotions.
Shiratori's figure flashed across the sky above the entire camp.
A dense hail of explosive tags rained down continuously from the sky.
"They're in the air!"
"How is that possible?!"
"They crossed the quicksand?!"
"..."
The Suna ninjas inside the camp looked up into the night sky and saw Shiratori.
After finishing the bombardment, he deliberately circled the camp a few more times, just to make sure everyone saw him.
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BOOM!
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
A wave of explosions, ten times fiercer than those at the main gate, engulfed the entire camp.
Shiratori's eyes gleamed with excitement.
The battlefield really was the perfect place.
Copy must have been triggered!
Blazing fireballs soared one after another, devouring tents and ninjas who had no time to flee.
The orange-red flames lit up the churning purple mist, turning the Suna border camp into a literal hell on earth.
The assassination squad riding on staffs descended from the sky, landing swiftly on the ground and charging at the remaining Suna ninjas.
He dived down without hesitation and jumped off his broom. The long blade on his back was unsheathed as he joined the battle.
How could he stir extreme emotions if he didn't get his own hands dirty?
"A brat like you thinks he can step onto the battlefield...?"
A Suna ninja crawled out from the ruins nearby, bloodshot eyes locked onto him.
His eyes were filled with blood veins, bulging as if about to pop out of their sockets.
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"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"
The Suna ninja roared through clenched teeth, his face twisted in fury.
Like a primal beast, he lunged at Shiratori.
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Shiratori figured this ninja had lost his mind.
So he sheathed his blade again, choosing to let someone even crazier handle this.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Long time no see!"
