The Phoenix Flower Jutsu differed from the Great Fireball—it was designed to strike multiple targets.
Each fireball could follow a fixed trajectory or be directly controlled through chakra…
Allowing its path to shift and track enemies mid-flight.
At this moment, Uchiha Akira made full use of that ability.
Controlling more than a dozen fireballs, he directed them toward the four Hidden Mist ninja.
These techniques were all insights granted by his Heaven-Defying Comprehension.
In the past, he would never have been able to pull this off.
Now, however, it felt effortless.
Faced with the incoming attack, the four Mist ninja were thrown into panic.
The one on the far left—whether from exhaustion after prolonged fighting…
Or sheer shock at Akira's overwhelming display—
Failed to react in time.
A fireball slammed into his back.
His clothes ignited instantly, and the searing heat burned his flesh, forcing a scream of agony from his throat.
"Put it out! Hurry!!"
A teammate's shout snapped him back to his senses.
Instinctively, he began using Water Release.
After fumbling in panic, he finally extinguished the flames engulfing his body.
But before he could feel relief—
His body suddenly stiffened.
Blood erupted from his neck, spraying across the surrounding grass and trees.
The fatal blow came from a sharp kunai—
Thrown from behind, piercing straight through his throat.
The remaining three Mist ninja could only watch helplessly as their comrade fell.
Each of them was already overwhelmed.
Not only did they have to dodge Akira's relentless fireballs…
They also had to avoid the shuriken and kunai he continuously launched as hidden attacks.
At that moment, a deep sense of despair took root in their hearts.
They couldn't understand—
Why was this Konoha Chunin so monstrously powerful?
"Damn it! Let's fight him head-on!"
The one in the middle shouted angrily.
Being chased like prey filled him with humiliation.
"Don't be reckless! There are more Konoha ninja behind us!"
"And he's an Uchiha!!"
The other two tried to stop him.
But it was already too late.
The Mist ninja in the center suddenly turned around.
His earlier outburst had been a deliberate distraction.
In truth, he had already completed his hand seals.
The moment he turned, he opened his mouth and fired a stream of water toward Akira.
Compressed by chakra, the water formed a high-pressure Water Bullet—
Capable of piercing metal and stone.
At such close range and speed, an ordinary person would have no chance to react.
But his opponent was Uchiha Akira.
From the moment the enemy began forming seals, Akira had already seen everything.
His perception was so sharp that he could even detect the faint sound of fingers slicing through the air.
All of these details combined—
Forming a clear image of the enemy's every movement in his mind.
In other words—
He had already predicted the attack.
So when the Water Bullet shot toward him—
He simply shifted half a meter to the side.
The attack brushed past him, missing entirely.
On the battlefield, life and death were decided in an instant.
The enemy never imagined Akira could anticipate his move so perfectly.
He had been certain that attack would kill him.
Even after launching it, a trace of smugness surfaced—
Believing he could escape… even boast of killing an Uchiha.
But that brief lapse in focus sealed his fate.
Akira's kunai flashed.
A clean slash tore across the enemy's throat.
Without stopping, he moved past him—
Sending the blade flying toward another opponent.
The Mist ninja collapsed, eyes wide with disbelief.
Everything had happened too quickly.
From Akira's first counterattack…
To the death of the third enemy—
Barely half a minute had passed.
When Akira appeared before the fourth enemy, the man was still fleeing in panic—
So distracted that he mistook Akira for an ally.
"That guy's terrifying… no wonder he's an Uchiha!"
The foolish Mist ninja spoke without thinking.
The moment he finished—
He felt something was wrong.
Turning his head, he looked at the "companion" beside him.
What he saw drained all color from his face.
"Y-you—"
"Thanks for the compliment."
Akira smiled coldly.
But the kunai in his hand showed no such mercy.
Gripping it in reverse, he drove the blade straight into the enemy's heart.
Only after the light faded from the man's eyes—
His life slipping away—
Did Akira pull the weapon free.
He then lifted his gaze toward the last remaining Mist Chunin.
The man had witnessed everything.
How could he possibly dare to fight now?
Their eyes met for a brief moment—
And he turned to flee without hesitation.
He didn't even glance back at his fallen comrades.
Having already killed four—
How could Akira allow the last one to escape?
He raised his hand and hurled the blood-stained kunai toward the fleeing figure.
The distance between them had already exceeded thirty meters.
Under normal circumstances, hitting a target at that range required years of training.
But as Akira threw the weapon—
He instinctively reviewed all related techniques in his mind.
At the exact moment the kunai left his hand—
A familiar system notification echoed.
[Ding! You have comprehended Unerring Kunai.]
[Your kunai throws now achieve maximum precision and efficiency—striking any target within your line of sight with optimal force.]