35. The Seven Ninja Swordsmen

As the Eight-Tails' chakra within Minato gradually stabilized, Danzo couldn't help but marvel again at this man's innate talent.

Not only did Minato possess an extraordinary gift for space-time ninjutsu, but his chakra control was equally exceptional.

It was no surprise, really—without such precise control, Minato wouldn't have been able to develop techniques like the Rasengan, which embodied the pinnacle of chakra shape transformation.

After about five minutes, Minato had completely mastered the Tailed Beast chakra within his body and successfully made it his own.

"I'm ready, Elder Danzo!"

At some point, Minato's manner of addressing Danzo had subtly shifted.

As an elite jonin, Minato understood the immense value a Tailed Beast held for a village.

Similarly, even a portion of the Eight-Tails' chakra was incredibly significant.

And yet, Danzo had selflessly shared all of it with him, merely to reach the battlefield faster. This level of generosity was remarkable.

At that moment, Minato was entirely convinced—Elder Danzo was truly a selfless figure who devoted himself wholeheartedly to the village, a senior worthy of deep respect!

Noticing the change in Minato's expression, Danzo nodded in satisfaction. "If that's the case, let's move out."

"Yes!"

Once again, Minato placed his hand lightly on Danzo's shoulder.

Flying Thunder God—activate!

After several teleportations, they finally arrived in the southern region of the Land of Fire.

The climate here was warmer, with lush vegetation and dense forests.

However, such a fertile area was also why the Land of Fire was frequently targeted by invaders.

Danzo, sensing the nearly depleted Tailed Beast chakra within him, sighed inwardly.

Back to square one...

He cursed inwardly, blaming Mitokado Homura for his earlier misfortunes.

Minato, on the other hand, remained vigilant for any potential threats while explaining, "Elder Danzo, I don't have any pre-set markers for the rest of the journey. We'll have to proceed on foot."

Danzo nodded slightly. Without prior preparations, using the Flying Thunder God to move across various battlefields was indeed a luxury.

"I'll handle the rest of the journey."

"Hmm?"

Minato looked at Danzo in confusion. He didn't recall this elder knowing any space-time ninjutsu.

Danzo formed a series of hand seals, and the back of his clothing began to split into countless sheets of paper, which quickly formed a pair of large wings.

"Paper Release: Dance of the Paper Style!"

With a powerful flap of his wings, Danzo grabbed Minato by the collar and soared into the sky.

Minato instinctively wanted to resist—being carried like this was a bit embarrassing.

However, as they ascended, Minato began to understand Danzo's intentions.

From such a high vantage point, their field of view expanded dramatically, making it easier to locate both enemies and allies.

Moreover, flying allowed them to bypass potential ground traps and significantly reduced the chances of being spotted by the enemy.

After all, very few ninja in the world could fly, and most reconnaissance units wouldn't waste their chakra scanning the sky where almost no one ventured.

Even if someone happened to see them with the naked eye, they'd likely assume it was just a bird flying by!

Additionally, flying effectively avoided terrain obstacles and shortened the time needed to reach the battlefield and assist their comrades.

As expected of Elder Danzo, Minato thought.

Realizing the wisdom behind this method, Minato abandoned his thoughts of "resisting" and began observing the ground below attentively.

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　　"The Seven Ninja Swordsmen"

"Kehehehehe!"

"Let's see where you think you can run this time!"

In the dense forest, a lanky man with spiky hair and a white mask let out a twisted laugh.

Through the narrow slits of his mask, he gazed gleefully at the fleeing enemies ahead, his eyes brimming with amusement.

"Kuriarare Kushimaru, stop wasting time and finish them already," a cold voice reminded him.

The speaker was a man with a grim expression. An "X"-shaped scar marred his right cheek, and a red tattoo resembling a cage adorned his mouth.

Hearing the reminder, the masked man called Kushimaru responded irritably.

"I got it, Biwa Juzo!"

"I'll let them fully experience the fear of death."

With that, he drew an exceedingly thin blade from his back—so fine that it resembled an enlarged needle to the untrained eye.

But for those familiar with this weapon, it symbolized cruelty and death.

For it was none other than "Nuibari", the Sewing Needle—one of the Seven Ninja Swords of the Mist.

Kushimaru chuckled again, his wild, needle-like hair swaying chaotically. Infusing the Nuibari with chakra, he thrust it forcefully into the ground.

"Long Blade Ninjutsu: Earth Spider Stitch!"

Invisible threads of steel extended wildly beneath the earth under his control.

Before long, these threads burst out of the ground with terrifying precision, causing the fleeing enemies to freeze in horror.

The thin wires sliced through the air with a piercing sound before weaving together like a spider's web, ensnaring the targets and suspending them between the trees.

But unlike a spider's web, which relied on adhesive to trap prey, these steel threads penetrated their victims with lethal force, rendering them immobile.

In an instant, the three fleeing Konoha shinobi were cruelly impaled and strung up in the air, screaming in agony.

Blood dripped from the wires, igniting the sadistic pleasure within Kushimaru.

"Hanging like insects on display... how delightful."

Gripping Nuibari, he admired his gruesome handiwork.

As Juzo began to urge him again, a sudden burst of flame lit up the forest.

"Fire Style: Grand Flame Technique!"

A blazing stream of fire surged toward the two men.

But neither seemed fazed, especially Kushimaru, who even appeared eager.

Juzo reacted first, wielding his massive blade, the "Kubikiribocho", or Executioner Blade. With a single swing, he cleaved the fire stream in two.

Truthfully, such an attack was hardly a threat to them.

However, just as the flames dissipated, a figure appeared behind Juzo.

"Take this! Leaf Whirlwind!"

A young boy in a green jumpsuit launched a fierce kick at Juzo.

"Impressive spirit, but far too weak," Juzo remarked, effortlessly blocking the kick.

Grabbing the boy by the ankle, he slammed him harshly into the ground.

At the same time, countless senbon needles shot out from the forest.

Their target wasn't the enemy, but the trapped Konoha shinobi.

Unfortunately, despite their overwhelming numbers, these senbon failed to cut through the steel wires forged by the Nuibari. Instead, they sparked harmlessly upon impact.

The next moment, a flash of lightning illuminated the forest.

A man with thick green eyeliner, his upper body wrapped in bandages, stepped forward, dragging two unconscious figures. Raiga Kurosuki had arrived.

And he wasn't alone.

Accompanying him were four other fearsome figures.

Together, they formed the infamous unit that had driven the Konoha forces led by Mitokado Homura into chaos—the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.

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