Chapter 519: An Army of Relatives
Hearing the report from the Land of Whirlpools' patrol unit, Ryo flew a lap around the nation's borders at absolute maximum velocity before returning to Sara's Ramen Shop.
"Well?"
"The number of White Zetsu is around two thousand, with no specialized variants among them. The fastest are estimated to hit the battlefield in fifteen minutes. Nagato, organize the shinobi forces and intercept them!"
"Well!" Nagato instantly wove a Body Flicker and departed.
"God! What about us?"
Ryo calculated the logistics for two seconds, a master-tier smile of total strategic control spreading across his face: "Out of a hundred thousand White Zetsu, strictly two thousand showed up, and they are all common small fry... Meanwhile, the enemy's ultimate objectives, Naruto and Kushina, are both securely anchored here.
Consequentially, they undeniably cloak a secondary underhanded trap!" Ryo confidently laid out his clinical analysis.
"So, what is the play, Great-Great-Grandpa?"
"Exactly, Old Ancestor! Can Tsukika step out to smash the monsters?"
"Hey! Tsukika, you comfortably sit this one out. Meticulously appraise your stupid brother's spectacular execution!" Naruto had thoroughly resigned his parameters to the nickname she bested upon him.
Ryo shot him a fierce, sidelong glare, causing Naruto to chuckle sheepishly while scratching his hair loops: "Everything follows the Old Ancestor's logistical directives; I explicitly stated the enemy cloaks a secondary trap! As for what specific trap they are revolving around... this... ahem, Minato, you execute the diagnostic analysis!"
Minato was briefly caught flat-footed: "Oh? Ah! The Dark Akatsuki's core objective single-mindedly dictates capturing Kushina and Naruto, meaning the Land of Whirlpools will inevitably transition into their absolute primary target.
Deploying strictly a minor battalion of White Zetsu at this stage explicitly proves this operation functions strictly as a feint, highly probable to systematically audit the ninja troop distributions native to the Land of Whirlpools. The secondary milestone will inevitably dictate a 'diversionary blitz'—launching a massive assault targeting Konoha or alternative ninja villages to forcefully pull our rescue units away. Optimally, they single-mindedly desire to draw your personal presence clear of these coordinates. Ultimately..."
Clap, clap, clap! Ryo wove his palms together to cleanly cut him off, "Ultimately, they will launch an absolute, high-powered frontal storm against our Land of Whirlpools to cleanly extract Naruto and Kushina. Your strategic breakdown checks out flawlessly, sharing a spectacular, synchronized harmony alongside the Great Ancestor's cognitive planning!"
Kushina rolled her dual eyes straight toward the ceiling: "Then may I cross-examine the monumentally wise Great-Great-Grandpa—exactly what operational maneuvers are our forces mandated to deploy?"
Ryo hesitated for a solid two seconds. Appraising the half-smiling, mocking expression blanketing Kushina's face, he abruptly let out a long, heavy sigh: "Minato, comfortably continue your prose!"
"Pfft..." Konan and Sara micro-separated their lips to let out a covert, muffled chuckle.
Minato smiled gently: "Currently, the absolute core priority dictates establishing immediate diplomatic contact alongside every nation across the shinobi world, cleanly mapping out exactly which frontier sector the Dark Akatsuki has assigned their peak personnel density to, while concurrently coordinating with Konoha Village to streamline rescue logistics. Compounding that, even though the adversary is logically mandated to violently pull our units away—specifically targeting your presence, Senior—prior to expending an excessive volume of their combat output against the Land of Whirlpools, our forces are structurally required to implement a robust layer of protective safeguards..."
Ryo gave a firm, slow nod: "Kimimaro, gather the remaining three members of your squad and advance straight to the northern frontier blocks of the Land of Whirlpools. Supply covering fire to assist the ninja forces to cleanly wipe out the White Zetsu, and remain on absolute alert to safeguard against a sudden ambush launched by high-tier enemy ninja to prevent structural casualties."
"Haku, deliver an immediate dispatch to notify Zabuza. Command his presence alongside his four squad members to chart a course for the western sector of the Land of Whirlpools; mission parameters identical to the above!"
"Understood, God (Grand Elder)!"
"As for establishing contact across the shinobi world..." Ryo fell into a brief, silent calculation, "There exists absolute zero requirement for our forces to expend mental labor on that milestone. Yahiko will undeniably command Ajisai to proactively initiate a communication loop alongside our wing. Kisame appears to be currently anchored within the Land of Rain; notify his presence that he flatly declines to execute a return route, staying on location to permanently operate as Ajisai's personal bodyguard... Ha, does this structurally count as the absolute first unit to be successfully pulled away from my flanks?"
"Old Ancestor, what about my parameters?" Naruto inquired frantically.
Ryo given a localized pause, pursing his lips to command: "Kushina, efficiently monitor the parameters governing your mischievous brat!"
Kushina hesitated for a brief moment: "Great-Great-Grandpa, your intent cannot possibly dictate forbidding Naruto and my vessel from joining the combat parameters, correct? When all is said and done, the root cause triggering this war is explicitly coupled straight to our identities..."
Ryo shook his head smoothly: "The current milestone is fundamentally far from being the optimal timeline for your vessels to join the fray. Pulverizing a mere two thousand small fry White Zetsu requires the Great Ancestor to execute a brief ten-minute flight circuit to cleanly flatten their parameters. The duo of you command alternative, highly critical duties to manage!"
"Kushina, you and Naruto systematically chart a course to successfully escort your biological parents straight to these coordinates. Sara's Ramen Shop has been completely blanketed by a dense web of multi-layered Fuinjutsu seals woven by my hands; its security is monumentally absolute under heaven.
Minato, deploy your Flying Raijin Jutsu straight to hit Konoha this exact micro-second, audit the unvarnished status parameters governing the village, subsequent to which you shall seamlessly escort the Daimyo of the Land of Fire along his sovereign wife straight to this sanctuary!
Konan, your presence remains anchored on location to safely manage Nancy and the alternative infants; you flatly decline to join the combat operations across this rotation."
"Understood, Teacher." Konan gave a firm nod.
Ryo wove a brilliant, radiant smile across his face: "Splendid, the tactical deployments have achieved absolute completion down to the letter; mobilize your physical frames immediately! Go, go, go!"
The collective gathering inside the ramen shop systematically dispersed across their respective trajectories.
Tsukika scanned the vacant room to the left and right, curling her lips into a tiny pout: "Tsukika is monumentally well-behaved; I shall submissively remain stationed right inside the ramen shop blocks."
"Furthermore, my personal presence paired along Nancy shall continuously anchor your flanks, Tsukika." Sara wove a warm, gentle smile to placate her mind.
Ryo burst into a gentle laugh, waving his arm to discard an astronomically massive mountain of raw cooking ingredients: "Daughter, during this state of active global warfare, your primary mission parameters single-mindedly dictate ensuring zero entity anchored inside this ramen sanctuary logs a layer of hunger. Rest your mind at absolute ease; this specific war is fundamentally incapable of sustaining its active rotation across a prolonged timeline. Meticulously appraise your father as I stride out to execute a magnificent, total massacre under heaven!"
"...Mmm."
"A total massacre..." Tsukika's entire face violently flushed with a trace of unadorned, burning awe.
Ryo shook his head smoothly: "Refrain from projecting that specific aesthetic posture. Do your parameters lack the clearance to recall that you operate under the legendary mantle of the red-haired female demon king who remains completely undefeated across the entire Konoha Shinobi Academy, frequently executing a total massacre across their training blocks?"
Tsukika's face instantly flushed a blistering crimson, her massive dual eyes blinking with an exceptionally pure, innocent, and adorable cadence: "Exactly what prose is your presence articulating? My matrix completely lacks the data to comprehend the logistics, you know..."
Ryo wove a light chuckle, his physical frame violently scaling vertically in a micro-second—morphing seamlessly from his slightly plump shota proportions to re-assume his impeccably flawless, pristine peak adult framework. The 190-centimeter Ryo Uzumaki wove a magnificent, dazzling debut on location!
"Pace straight over to my side, Tsukika. The Great Ancestor shall personally escort your vessel to execute a monster-smashing block!"
The western frontier blocks of the Land of Whirlpools.
Ryo anchored Tsukika safely atop his right shoulder, hovering leisurely directly before the vanguard rows of the mobilization ninja forces.
"Have your dual eyes successfully locked onto those White Zetsu, Tsukika?"
Tsukika gave a firm nod: "So those monstrosities explicitly constitute the White Zetsu; their physical aesthetics are monumentally, thoroughly ugly, you know."
Flanking their coordinates, Nagato offered a confused scratch of his hair loops: "Well, Teacher, do your absolute forces intend to personally execute the offensive volleys? My cognitive planning firmly operated under the assumption that your mind intended to deploy this White Zetsu battalion strictly to serve as a premier live-combat training crucible for the Land of Whirlpools' ninja units!"
Ryo smoothly shook his head to clarify: "The absolute second this specific war concludes its active parameters, the subsequent timeline under heaven will be monumentally insulated from logging another global clash; cultivating live-combat proficiency is structurally redundant. The deployment of our ninja forces is single-mindedly optimized to smoothly sweep and eliminate the 'maimed debris'!"
Ryo spread the ten fingers of his dual hands forward, his fingertips violently erupting into a highly concentrated, dense swirl of crimson chakra illumination: "Meticulously appraise the magnificent fireworks block, Tsukika!"
Ten continuous beams of concentrated crimson light shot violently into the sky, carving an exceptionally brilliant, meteoric trajectory across the high-altitude air blocks before delivering an absolute, cataclysmic detonation right dead center in the heart of the White Zetsu battalion!
The blinding crimson detonation completely bathed the face of every single shinobi filling the ninja ranks in a brilliant shroud of red light. Ryo articulated his prose with absolute, deadpan calm: "The aggregate chakra signatures vibrating within their lines have been decimated by a massive majority margin, yet there remains a scattered remnant numbering roughly a hundred White Zetsu who managed to log a lucky survival parameter. The Great Ancestor woves a rapid transit block to hit the northern frontier this exact micro-second to execute an identical blast rotation. Nagato, coordinate the ninja units to advance and deliver the terminal, clean-up strikes. Exercise a non-negligible tier of clinical caution; under a structural framework of this nature, logging a single drop of casualty metrics would be monumentally, thoroughly pathetic!"
"Well!"
Stepping straight onto the northern frontier blocks of the Land of Whirlpools, Ryo deployed an identical template of his high-powered blast routine, subsequent to which he locked his stance on the coordinate, silently observing the ninja forces under Kimimaro's leadership violently launch themselves forward like an army of ravenous tigers and wolves, aggressively decimating a battalion of heavily fractured, limb-missing White Zetsu.
"Old Ancestor, has the sequence already hit its terminal conclusion down to the letter? This setup maps out as monumentally, thoroughly boring..." Tsukika murmured softly under her breath.
Ryo shook his head: "Far from being that low-effort; our forces have cleanly swept strictly the absolute very first wave of small fry, there remains an astronomical repository blanketing the horizon!"
Coiled deep within his sensory parameters, a solid ten leagues across the distance, a fresh cluster compiling several hundred distinct chakra signatures had violently and abruptly materialized into active tracking, executing a maximum-velocity blitz to charge directly toward the Land of Whirlpools.
"The raw chakra metrics vibrating within this specific cluster are fundamentally far from being low-tier; this explicitly maps to the Reanimation Jutsu deployment, and the aggregate tally is monumentally dense. For the Land of Whirlpools to host a density of this extreme caliber explicitly proves that the alternative major villages are highly probable to be completely blanketed by an even more apocalyptic volume. Exactly what structural calculations is the Sage of Six Paths' mind revolving around?" Ryo knit his brows into a narrow slit: "Sealing Battalion, lock down your operational readiness parameters!"
Waiting out the absolute fraction of a second when the ninja forces successfully finalized the clean-up rotation targeting the maimed White Zetsu to retreat back across the line, Ryo levitated straight back up into the high-altitude air blocks, a dense swirl of crimson chakra illumination formatting across his ten fingers, prepped to unleash another wave of absolute devastation...
"Second Grandpa!"
A sudden, resonant shout rippled across the distance, causing Ryo's physical frame to instantly freeze on location. The concentrated crimson light blanketing his fingertips violently dissolved into absolute nothing保证, spinning his torso around to lock his sight behind his flank—exactly who under heaven was explicitly articulating his sovereign name?
"Old Ancestor, I parse out an internal premonition that the vocal signature corresponds straight to Sister Karin's shout..." Tsukika articulated softly.
Ryo knit his brows into a tight knot: "Karin, what exact flavor of chaotic drama are your parameters executing on this coordinate block? Behave with a fraction more maturity and respect!"
"Negative, Lord Grand Elder! That specific entity genuinely constitutes my biological Second Grandpa, holy heaven!"
"That silhouette loosely maps to... Second Uncle!"
"A calculation of that nature cannot possibly be the structural reality, Father!"
"Third Aunt!"
...
An absolute, rising torrent of frantic, overlapping shouts violently erupted from the interior rows of the ninja forces, causing the entire military formation to plunge into a highly turbulent block of absolute chaos.
Ryo wove a sharp physical rotation to glare across the field. The Reanimation shinobi had successfully breached the horizon line to step straight into their clear line of sight, and compounding the absolute absolute parameter... every single entity filling the enemy battalion wove a monumentally vibrant, uniform crown of Vibrant Red Hair!
"What on earth! Exactly how does this specific deployment map out to a certified Reanimation army? This setup explicitly constitutes a maximum-scale, sovereign Land of Whirlpools Ancestral Relative Battalion... You utterly detestable, underhanded bastard Tenji!"
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