Chapter 353

Hui pondered whether or not he should make his move.

At that moment, the exchange of ninjutsu between the two sides came to a halt.

Both sides had exhausted much of their chakra.

The World Alliance had 20,000 shinobi in their side, but among them, 7,000 to 8,000 were genin.

Meanwhile, Konoha only had 4,000 shinobi, but the weakest among them were at the chūnin level.

Additionally, thanks to the merits-based system in Konoha, almost every shinobi there had learned at least one large-scale ninjutsu. As a result, almost every single Konoha shinobi could actively contribute during the earlier jutsu exchanges.

Moreover, the Sage Shinobi among Konoha's ranks had significantly wider ranges and much more powerful techniques.

The shinobi of the World Alliance, on the other hand, did not possess many high-level ninjutsu. Only a portion of their shinobi had participated in the large-scale ninjutsu battle.

Thus, the battlefield presented an astonishing scene:

4,000 Konoha shinobi had matched the 20,000 World Alliance shinobi in a battle of ninjutsu.

"I'm fired up! Let's tear down this world and create a new era!"

One of Konoha's shinobi trembled, not out of fear, but from sheer excitement.

At this moment, they could have been contemplating whether they would survive such an uneven battle.

However, all Konoha shinobi felt was burning passion.

They no longer feared death; they were filled with determination and battle lust.

Hui observed this with a glint in his eyes.

Very well... let them experience the reality of war firsthand, he thought.

Some of them might get mutilated or be injured, but as long as they weren't entirely dead, he could bring them back.

And even if they did die...

As long as their souls remained intact, he could expend some energy to resurrect them.

With that in mind, he decided to let them fight their hearts out.

"Ahhhh!!! Charge!!!"

Both the World Alliance and Konoha forces roared as they surged toward each other.

Even Minato, who was standing beside Hui, couldn't hold himself back any longer. A kunai marked with his Flying Thunder God seal appeared in his hand.

He turned to Hui, silently seeking approval.

"Go. Show the world your true power."

Hui nodded with a faint smile.

Minato's eyes lit up. Holding his kunai tightly, he leaped forward and joined the charging shinobi.

Hui had no worries about Minato's safety.

In the chaos of the battlefield, it was true that stray attacks were unpredictable and difficult to avoid.

But Minato was a master of the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Unpredictable attacks could only threaten those who lacked the reflexes to respond in time.

For someone with Minato's exceptional reaction speed and combat instincts, turning danger into safety was almost effortless.

The Flying Thunder God Technique itself was a jutsu that heavily relied on the user's reflexes and timing.

Considering Minato's mastery of the technique, his reaction speed was self-evident.

And now, as a Sage, Minato's body had undergone significant evolution, his physical attributes were enhanced, his perception sharpened, and his reflexes were even more monstrous.

If someone like him were to be gravely injured in such a battle, they'd be better off quitting as a shinobi village and raising pigs instead.

Minato moved with incredible speed, but the distance between the two sides wasn't vast to begin with.

Since he had waited for a brief moment before charging, he wasn't at the very front of the assault.

But Minato had the Flying Thunder God Technique.

He leaped high into the air, throwing eight kunai in rapid succession.

The kunai flew fast, but Minato hadn't aimed them directly at any specific enemies, only one kunai ended up striking and killing a World Alliance shinobi.

Meanwhile, numerous shuriken and kunai from the World Alliance were already flying toward Minato as he hovered mid-air.

When Minato leaped into the sky, several World Alliance shinobi immediately reacted.

In a battle of this scale, jumping into the air was like painting a target on your back, it made you an easy kill.

After all, there was no way to change direction mid-air!

The moment they saw the golden-haired youth jump, many shinobi mocked him as an idiot.

And now, in their eyes, this golden-haired boy was as good as dead.

But at that very instant, the golden-haired figure suddenly vanished from mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared among the enemy ranks below.

With a swift slash, his kunai sliced through the throats of several nearby enemies.

Before anyone could react, he flung more kunai toward the surrounding shinobi.

"What?!"

"How is that possible?!"

"What's going on?!"

The crowd gasped in shock, unable to comprehend how the young shinobi had suddenly appeared amidst them.

Only a few older shinobi, veterans of past wars, turned pale as they recalled a familiar yet terrifying name.

"Flying Thunder God Technique... That's the Flying Thunder God! He's a disciple of Senju Tobirama!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, immediately recognizing Minato's origins.

Despite their astonishment at Minato's sudden appearance, many shinobi instinctively reacted by attacking him with swords, kunai, and shuriken.

However, before any of the weapons could land, Minato vanished again, reappearing several meters away, his kunai already embedded in another enemy's heart.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared and reappeared once more, again and again.

He was like a flash of gold, flickering within the enemy ranks, his movements a blur of light.

This rapid sequence of appearances and disappearances dazzled the enemy, making it impossible to track his figure.

With each flash, another enemy fell lifeless to the ground.

Minato's attacks were so unpredictable that no one knew where he would appear next or whose body his kunai would pierce.

This sowed chaos and fear among the enemy forces.

"Watch out for his kunai! The Flying Thunder God Technique allows him to teleport to any of the kunai marked with his seal!"

Someone shouted a warning, but it only made the panic worse.

After all, this was a battlefield, and it was impossible to keep track of every kunai scattered around them.

In the chaos, the Konoha shinobi had already surged into the fray.

The melee had begun.

Amidst the fierce combat, few could pay attention to the kunai marked with Minato's seals.

This allowed Minato to move freely, flashing across the battlefield like a golden beacon of death.

"So this is... the Golden Flash..."

Hui murmured to himself as he observed the battle.

Nara Shikaku, standing beside him, heard the remark and nodded in agreement.

Shikaku, who was the same age as Minato and had graduated in the same year, was currently sixteen years old and a Special Jōnin.

In terms of power, Shikaku wasn't particularly exceptional for a shinobi of this era in Konoha.

But Shikaku wasn't pursuing raw strength, he walked the path of wisdom, serving as a strategist.

In this battle, he was essentially a trainee tactician.

Hui had not forced the traditional "Ino-Shika-Cho" trio together but had instead chosen to cultivate Shikaku as the next General Affairs Minister.

This was why Shikaku and Minato had been brought along in this war.

"Minato will definitely be overjoyed when he hears the nickname 'Golden Flash.' After all, it's a title given to him by you, Third Hokage-sama," Shikaku said, a faint trace of envy flashing in his eyes.

Though he had chosen the path of a strategist, deep down, he was still a shinobi.

And what shinobi didn't dream of being able to take on hundreds or even thousands of enemies and reign supreme on the battlefield?

"Brother Hui, let me go too!"

A girl's voice rang out, it was Uzumaki Kushina.

She watched Minato cutting down enemies left and right with pride and a bit of worry. She longed to join him on the battlefield and fight by his side.

However, the battle plan had instructed the younger generation to stay calm and await orders, which was the only reason she hadn't charged in yet.

"Go. Without hardship, there can be no growth. You are not meant to be flowers nurtured in a greenhouse, you are destined to be the pillars of Konoha's future."

Hui glanced at the eager young shinobi around him and nodded, giving his approval for their participation.

Upon hearing his words, the younger shinobi let out excited roars and charged onto the battlefield.

Hui remained where he was, still and unshakable as a mountain, watching over the chaotic melee.

Meanwhile, among the World Alliance's elite shinobi, one of them couldn't suppress his frustration as he watched Minato wreak havoc.

"Since he's a disciple of Senju Tobirama, I'll be the one to deal with him."

His voice was cold, his gaze shadowed with bitterness.

He had once encountered Tobirama on the battlefield and barely escaped with his life, though not unscathed.

Tobirama had left a scar on his face, a permanent reminder to how he survived by the narrowest

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