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ASFUCITWON Chapter 202: The Battle Begins 3
🕑 Added 2025-04-25 14:33:24 +0000 UTCIn an instant, Reiji vanished from sight.
No sound.
No trace.
Only silence remained, like a breath held at the edge of fear.
Where Reiji darted like a shadow slipping through the light—moving between the glare of the sun and the flash of death.
Reiji's movements were too fast, too smooth, almost impossible for the ordinary eye to catch.
All that was visible was a faint silhouette... and the bodies that fell after Reiji disappeared.
One by one, the attackers from the three great villages fell.
Muffled screams, last breaths, the sound of bodies collapsing—all happened in the whispers of the morning.
There was no time to react, no time to plead for mercy.
An hour passed.
The ship that was once filled with footsteps was now silent—except for the sound of the wind blowing the scent of iron from blood.
Nearly three hundred ninjas lay dead.
Their bodies sprawled across the deck, soaked with blood and seawater, some slipping overboard, dragged by nameless waves.
The scene no longer resembled a battlefield—but rather a silent slaughterhouse, a place where death reigned mercilessly.
And Reiji—that boy—had not a single scratch on his body.
The three great villages—Kirigakure, Sunagakure, and Iwagakure—sent their elites.
Yet they never imagined they would encounter a monster like Reiji.
A child from the Uzumaki Clan.
Reiji's red hair was simply tied back, his face still bore the innocent traces of childhood, but those eyes—cold and calm like the depths of the ocean—brought death.
That child... was only eleven or maybe twelve years old.
Yet one child alone had prevented hundreds of the best ninjas from returning home.
And more terrifying than all of that... They felt that the boy had not yet used all of his abilities.
Fear hung heavily in the air, more suffocating than the sea mist settling around the ship.
The ninjas from the three great villages were frozen in place, their eyes fixed on the figure of Reiji standing not far from the shore of Whirlpool Island.
They stared with pale faces, their gazes unable to hide their shock.
Even the three leaders of the attacking groups—Yukina from Kirigakure, Tatsuya from Iwagakure, and Daiki from Sunagakure—who had survived the previous attack, could not conceal their astonishment.
Their faces were the same—full of disbelief, as if what they were seeing could not possibly be real.
Who would have thought... that from the Uzumaki Clan—a clan that had long been considered weakened, having lost its fangs, and no longer feared as it once was—would emerge a child like this?
They knew that the Uzumaki Clan had begun to open up, forging connections with the outside world.
But none of them had prepared to face the reality that the clan's resurgence began with a child.
A genius ninja?
No. That word was too soft.
Monster.
That was the only word that could describe Reiji.
On the surface of the calm sea, Reiji stood alone.
His feet barely disturbed the water flowing beneath him, as if the ocean itself was reluctant to oppose Reiji's presence.
Not far from there, the ninjas from the three great villages stood on the deck of their ship—trapped between the sea and fear.
They were still staring, still trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Reiji stood still, his body not moving at all, yet his presence pressed upon their souls like an invisible weight.
Reiji's gaze now appeared sharper and colder, as if he were choosing who to eliminate next.
On the other side, Yukina glanced at Tatsuya.
Yukina's gaze held a silent reprimand.
The urge to attack Uzushiogakure came from Iwagakure, and now they were paying a heavy price for that arrogance.
No one had expected that a child—who might not even have reached the age of fifteen—would be able to turn this mission into a one-sided slaughter.
