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HXH : Highschool of the Dead
"Grunt ninja have meaning for ninja of our level, but not a particularly significant one, unless their numbers are terrifyingly large."
"But we have three people, soon to be four. Divided among us, the number definitely won't be too many."
"Moreover, in this situation, the Yatagarasu's usefulness is diminished."
Multiple thoughts flashed quickly through Jinin Akebino's mind.
"The means Rasa used to defeat the Beni-yama clan will have extremely limited effect on us Seven Ninja Swordsmen. Therefore, the probability of us winning is high."
"If we can kill Rasa here, that would be a tremendous merit."
"This merit would allow me to directly become the successor for the next Mizukage."
At this thought, Jinin Akebino's heart couldn't help but pound.
"This Rasa..."
Jinin Akebino narrowed his eyes slightly.
"It looks like his success with the Beni-yama clan has made this guy get carried away. Getting news of his disciple being attacked, he rushed out directly, alone."
"He underestimated us Seven Ninja Swordsmen too much."
Jinin Akebino shouted.
"Attack together, kill him!"
"That jutsu of his that manifests grunts, and his summoning beast, won't have much effect on us."
"Kill him, and our Mist Village's disadvantage can be directly reversed!"
Kushimaru Kuriarare didn't hesitate. After hearing Jinin Akebino's words, he was the first to rush toward Rasa.
Using the longsword Nuibari like a spear, he thrust fiercely toward Rasa's body.
Jinin Akebino raised the Helmet Splitter and swung it toward Rasa.
Raiga Kurosuki stood a bit further away, channeling chakra into the Kiba blades. Soon, intense lightning condensed on the blades.
Just as the attacks of the three were about to hit Rasa.
"Arise!"
Instantly, the three of them sensed an extremely intense danger.
A thought arose simultaneously in all their minds.
That is, although their attacks might land and cause damage to Rasa, if they didn't stop now, what awaited them would inevitably be death.
The three had to stop their attacks and turn back forcibly.
Then, their eyes widened abruptly.
Because they saw two tall, golden-yellow, glowing figures appear out of thin air behind each of them.
Two for each.
Together, that was six.
And the aura radiating from these golden sand soldiers was very powerful, definitely not that of some grunts.
"These are the grunts manifested by Rasa's ninjutsu?"
"What kind of grunts are these?"
"Can Rasa manifest hundreds of such grunts?"
"No, impossible."
"This should be another jutsu. Similar, manifesting sand soldiers with strong power, but with a limit on the quantity. Maybe only as many as six."
However, this still made the hearts of Jinin Akebino and the other two sink to the bottom instantly.
Because the situation was different from what they had anticipated.
Hundreds of grunts wouldn't pose much of a threat to them.
But six sand soldiers with such strength could definitely pose a threat to them.
Rasa leaped lightly, leaving the center of the three's encirclement and arriving outside.
Six sand soldiers surrounded Jinin Akebino and the other two within.
In an instant, the situation was reversed.
"Attack!"
With Rasa's command.
Immediately, the six sand soldiers attacked Jinin Akebino and the others frantically. One hand holding a shield, the other a spear, two sand soldiers against one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, holding an absolute advantage in numbers.
And under Rasa's control, the sand soldiers formed perfect coordination.
For a moment, the situation for Jinin Akebino and the others became unfavorable.
High in the sky, Baki's eyes lit up.
"Is this Teacher's ninjutsu?"
"The Third Kazekage seemingly didn't have such a ninjutsu back then. So, Teacher developed it himself?"
"That means Teacher's strength is indeed already above the Third Kazekage's."
Jinin Akebino's face darkened.
He raised the Helmet Splitter in his hand and slashed at a sand soldier.
Clang!
The sand soldier raised its shield to block.
Jinin Akebino raised the hammer in his other hand.
"Can you block this?"
"My Helmet Splitter can cut through anything!"
But Jinin Akebino seemed to have forgotten that he was facing two sand soldiers. When he focused all his attention on one sand soldier, the other sand soldier took the opportunity to get behind him.
A point of cold light arrived first, followed by the spear shooting out like a dragon.
Squelch!
The moment the sand soldier's spear tip pierced into Jinin Akebino's body, Jinin Akebino couldn't help but scream.
His entire body jumped up.
"Spear of Thousand Years of Death!"
A splash of red suddenly appeared.
Jinin Akebino looked back and glared angrily at the sand soldier, then shifted his gaze to Rasa, eyes full of venom. That strike just now had given Jinin Akebino quite a scare.
But soon, Jinin Akebino had to withdraw his gaze.
Because the attacks of the two sand soldiers arrived again.
On the other side, Kushimaru Kuriarare used his agility and speed advantage to constantly maneuver, a wire connected to the Nuibari longsword, winding around two sand soldiers.
"Got you!"
Kushimaru Kuriarare grinned.
But the next moment, Kushimaru Kuriarare realized something was wrong.
Because that steel wire, after winding around the two sand soldiers, relied on its own sharpness to cut into the sand soldiers' bodies. But as it cut in, it stopped cutting.
One sand soldier looked at Kushimaru Kuriarare, released the spear and shield in its hands, grabbed the steel wire, and pulled it toward itself.
Kushimaru Kuriarare instantly felt an extremely strong force transmitted from the longsword in his hand.
This changed Kushimaru Kuriarare's expression.
It wasn't him catching the opponent.
It was the opponent catching him.
Now he had only two choices.
One was to resist to the end and out-pull the sand soldier.
The other was to abandon the longsword.
But if he abandoned the longsword, what did he have left?
Without the longsword, his strength would be greatly reduced, making it even more impossible to win against two sand soldiers.
In just a few rounds of exchange, Kushimaru Kuriarare had already judged that these sand soldiers were not weak.
Not only not weak, but very strong.
"To actually be able to manifest sand soldiers of such strength, it has already surpassed any clone technique or the like."
Kushimaru Kuriarare gritted his teeth.
"And manifesting six at the same time."
"What kind of ninjutsu is this exactly?"
" exactly how strong is Rasa?"
Powerful forces were pulling against each other.
Soon, Kushimaru Kuriarare realized one point, a very important point.
That was, he was flesh and blood. In such a tug-of-war, his hands were already burning with pain.
While the opponent was a sand soldier, feeling absolutely no pain.
This was not a fair tug-of-war.
Just at this moment, Kushimaru Kuriarare saw a scene that made him even more desperate.
The other sand soldier also released its shield and spear and joined the tug-of-war.