Chapter 538: Funny Father and Son

The border of the Fire Nation, near the coastline, echoed with the thunderous roars of battle.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Explosions rippled through the battlefield, shaking the ground and sending plumes of water and debris into the air. The Konoha ninja army clashed fiercely with the Kirigakure forces in a sprawling skirmish that stretched for several kilometers.

"Water Style: Great Waterfall Technique!"

Senju Nawaki's hands blurred through a rapid series of hand seals, his movements so fast they seemed like afterimages. In an instant, he exhaled a roaring torrent of water from his mouth. The massive wave surged forward, rising nearly ten meters high, creating an imposing wall of water that loomed over the battlefield like a tsunami.

The sheer scale of the technique was awe-inspiring, leaving the Kirigakure ninjas momentarily frozen in shock.

"Hiss..."

Even among the skilled water-style practitioners of Kirigakure, such a display of power was rare. Many of the Mist ninjas gasped, their confidence momentarily shaken.

Atop the cascading wave, Nawaki moved his hands again, the seals flowing seamlessly as he molded the water into new forms. The torrent above began to ripple and shift, taking the shape of countless sharks.

"Roar!"

The watery predators let out synchronized cries, their translucent forms glinting ominously as they coiled above the battlefield. With a commanding motion, Nawaki released them, and hundreds of sharks surged downward like a predatory rainstorm.

Even after unleashing such a devastating assault, the massive waterfall technique showed no signs of losing its force. The water surged forward, crashing like a relentless tide toward the Kirigakure forces.

"Crash!"

As the sharks descended, the Mist ninjas scrambled to counter. Panic flickered across their faces as they hastily formed hand seals of their own, attempting to defend against the onslaught.

"Water Style: Water Wave Technique!"

"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"

"Water Style: Water Array Wall!"

Dozens of defensive techniques were unleashed in rapid succession. Walls of water rose to meet the falling sharks, while spiraling bullets of liquid clashed mid-air with Nawaki's relentless torrent.

"Boom!"

Two enormous waves collided in a cacophony of sound and force, sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. The air grew heavy with mist, and visibility dropped as water splashed and sprayed in every direction.

From within the churning waters, a single figure darted forward with astonishing speed. Moving like a fish in the sea, the figure emerged at the edge of the torrent, wielding a massive, uniquely shaped sword.

"Mangetsu Hozuki!"

The wielder of the flounder-shaped blade—Hiramekarei—activated its special ability. A blinding chakra light erupted from the weapon, condensing into an enormous energy sphere. With a feral grin, he swung the blade downward, sending the chakra orb hurtling toward Nawaki.

Nawaki remained composed, his hands already forming the next sequence of seals.

"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"

A massive, serpentine water dragon rose from the torrent, coiling protectively around Nawaki before launching itself toward the incoming attack. The two forces collided with a deafening explosion, sending a shockwave that drenched the area in a fine spray.

Both combatants leaped back, retreating from the blast zone.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of successive jutsu clashes reverberated across the battlefield. The humid air grew thicker with every exchange, droplets of water raining down continuously as if the battlefield itself had turned into a storm.

The skirmish left dozens of Kirigakure ninjas incapacitated, their bodies scattered across the battlefield. Many had succumbed to Nawaki's overwhelming techniques, unable to withstand the devastating force.

Among the Mist ninjas, a palpable sense of fear and frustration began to spread. Mangetsu Hozuki's face twisted in rage as he glared at Nawaki, who stood firm amidst the chaos.

"Retreat!"

The order came from Terumi Ryūnosuke, one of the commanders of the Kirigakure forces. His sharp voice cut through the noise of battle, compelling his troops to disengage.

"Running away again, are we?" Uchiha Fugaku taunted, a smirk tugging at his lips. "The leader of the Terumi clan—reduced to this?"

Ryūnosuke's expression darkened at the insult, but he suppressed his anger. The orders to retreat had come from the Third Mizukage himself, and defying them was not an option. Besides, the Kirigakure forces lacked the numbers to press an advantage.

Grinding his teeth, Ryūnosuke turned and led his troops toward the coastline.

The Konoha army, emboldened by their victory, pursued the retreating enemy but halted at the edge of the coastline, adhering to the orders to hold their ground.

As the Mist ninjas withdrew, a sudden blur of green shot out from the Konoha ranks, chasing after the fleeing enemy.

The figure moved with astonishing speed, darting between the panicked Kirigakure ninjas before striking with a powerful kick.

"Konoha Whirlwind!"

The kick landed with such force that water splashed into the air. The unfortunate Mist ninja who took the blow was sent flying, blood spraying from his mouth before he collapsed, lifeless.

The Kirigakure troops turned in alarm, spotting the lone figure standing confidently amidst their ranks.

The young ninja was clad in an unusual outfit: green tights and a bright orange scarf. His thick black eyebrows only added to his eccentric appearance.

"It's just a kid!" one of the Mist ninjas sneered, though the tension in his voice betrayed his unease.

As they prepared to retaliate, the boy's expression shifted. His face tensed, veins bulging slightly as his speed suddenly surged. Before the Kirigakure ninjas could react, he retreated back into the safety of the Konoha ranks.

"So fast!"

The Mist ninjas stared in stunned silence, their confidence shaken by the boy's speed and precision.

In the Konoha army, several young shinobi had been watching the scene unfold.

"Might Guy…" Shisui murmured, recognizing the boy. Despite Guy's unusual demeanor, his speed had been nearly impossible to track, even for someone as skilled as Shisui.

Nearby, Kakashi, Rin, and Obito exchanged glances, their expressions filled with a mix of surprise and intrigue.

"Bang!"

A larger figure suddenly appeared behind Guy, delivering a sharp blow to the back of his head.

"You reckless fool! Who told you to pursue the enemy without orders?"

Guy winced, rubbing his head as he turned to face the man. "Dad, I'm a Chūnin now! My rank is higher than yours—you're out of line!"

The man—Might Duy—twitched slightly at the retort before sweeping Guy into a bone-crushing hug.

"Thank goodness you're safe, my boy!" he cried, tears streaming down his face.

"Dad! Stop embarrassing me in front of everyone!" Guy protested, struggling in vain to free himself.

The comical exchange drew laughter from the Konoha army, lifting the tension of the battlefield.

Terumi Ryuunosuke, who was in front of the Kirigakure troops who had already passed some distance on the sea, turned his eyes slightly, with a very gloomy expression in he eyes. He gritted his teeth, and then disappeared from the eyes of the Konoha army

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