Chapter 44: Do You Even Know How to Fight?
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The reputation of the Sannin was legendary.
Especially when the three stood together—most ninja would flee at the mere sight of them.
But individually, Tsunade's fame was the weakest.
There were two main reasons for this.
First, she was a medical ninja.
The shinobi world had a stubborn stereotype—medical ninja were meant to be protected, not feared in combat.
Second, she had been inactive.
After developing hemophobia during the Second Great Shinobi War, Tsunade had distanced herself from Konoha and the life of a shinobi.
Nearly a decade had passed since then, and the new generation of ninja barely remembered her.
Her only notable achievements were the Sannin's stand against Hanzo the Salamander and her solo battle against Chiyo.
But even these feats only reinforced her image as a medical ninja.
This was exactly why Toroi, upon seeing her, wasn't afraid—he was excited.
Had it been Orochimaru or Jiraiya, he would've retreated immediately.
Their battle records were far more terrifying than Tsunade's.
"Fire Release: Fire Dragon Bullet!"
Ryouma opened his mouth and unleashed a roaring flame dragon.
Kumogakure specialized in nin-taijutsu and Lightning Release, but that didn't mean they lacked other elemental techniques.
People were different—some were naturally inclined toward fire-natured chakra. There was no reason to abandon an advantage just to force themselves into Lightning Release.
As Ryouma attacked, the other ten ninja didn't stay idle either.
Kunai and shuriken filled the air.
"Water Release: Water Wall!"
Sasame formed hand seals.
The fire dragon collided with the surging water, erupting into a thick mist from the resulting steam.
Kabuto's eyes flickered—his body vanished, his right hand glowing green as it transformed into a surgical blade.
A scream tore through the air.
One of the Cloud Chunin at the edge looked down in shock—only to see a bloody hand protruding from his chest.
"You bastard!"
The nearest Cloud ninja saw it clearly—Kabuto had used the mist as cover to strike from behind.
A cold glint flashed.
The Cloud ninja drew a broadsword and swung at Kabuto.
Danger loomed.
Kabuto didn't even flinch.
"Die!"
The Cloud ninja grinned savagely, thinking Kabuto had frozen in fear.
But in the next second—
Several shuriken shot out from behind him, tangling midair before striking his vitals from impossible angles.
His grin stiffened—then he collapsed, dead.
Kabuto severed the chakra threads with his left hand and immediately lunged toward another enemy.
Meanwhile, Shizune provided support nearby.
"Water Release: Water Trumpet Technique!"
Sasame was under far more pressure than Kabuto—three Jonin were focusing on him.
Standing in front of Tsunade, he clasped his hands together. A massive, trumpet-shaped blossom of water surged forward, cutting through the lingering mist.
Then, he quickly formed more seals, his expression grave.
The next technique was dangerous—he could only use it once.
But it might just eliminate one of them.
"This kid's a Jonin?!"
Ryouma's heart chilled.
A Jonin wasn't special.
But a ten-year-old Jonin? That was outright absurd.
"I love killing geniuses like you—all that talent, wasted because you don't know how to use it."
One of Ryouma's fellow Jonin smirked coldly.
He'd seen too many prodigies who turned into useless wrecks on the battlefield.
And at less than ten years old? There was only so much strength this brat could have.
"Earth Release: Earth Wall!"
His hands gathered a surge of chakra.
A towering earthen barrier rose, blocking the watery blossom.
Droplets scattered like shattered glass.
Ryouma nodded in satisfaction. Just one Jonin. Nothing to fear.
Sasame's hands stilled—then he spat out a thin, concentrated stream of water no wider than five centimeters.
"Water Release: Severing Wave!"
A Water Release technique developed by the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama.
By compressing chakra to an extreme degree, it transformed water into a blade sharper than any steel.
In the original timeline, Tobirama had used this jutsu to slice through the roots of the God Tree.
Sasame wasn't on that level.
But Ryouma and his men were far from being God Trees.
And at a glance, the technique looked deceptively unimpressive—perfect for catching enemies off guard.
"That's it? Did our little genius run out of chakra?"
The Earth Release Jonin scoffed.
Mockery aside, his reaction was swift.
"Earth Release: Earth Dragon Bullet!"
A dragon's head of mud erupted from the ground, spewing a barrage of earthen projectiles.
Sasame took a deep breath.
He didn't even bother looking at the man—he was already dead.
"Body Flicker."
In an instant, he parried the third Jonin's kunai.
A tremendous force slammed into him—nin-taijutsu.
Sasame's feet skidded back.
"You reckless—"
The middle-aged man had been aiming for Tsunade, only for Sasame to intercept him.
But before he could finish his sentence—
A scream from behind made him freeze.
The thin water stream accelerated, slicing through the earth dragon—and its caster—as smoothly as melted chocolate.
Even the blood hesitated for a second before erupting in a gruesome fountain.
Three Jonin—now only two remained.
Sasame glanced at Toroi. He was the real problem.
Right now, Toroi was gaining the upper hand with his magnetized weapons and Magnet Release.
Katsuyu was a support-type summon.
Its offensive capabilities were limited to spitting corrosive acid.
Beyond that, it essentially functioned as an external healing unit—turning single-target medical ninjutsu into area-of-effect recovery.
"You're dead!"
The middle-aged man's body crackled with lightning—in a flash, he appeared right in front of Sasame.
No fancy techniques—just a single, devastating punch.
Seizing the opportunity, Ryouma spat out a barrage of fireballs, streaking toward Tsunade like meteors.
Sasame's fist clenched—he met the man's strike head-on.
Monstrous Strength!
The Jonin's face twisted in triumph—until an overwhelming force shattered his arm.
"AAGHH—!"
His entire limb exploded in a spray of blood and bone.
Sasame didn't hesitate—a kunai flashed across the man's throat.
As blood gushed forth, Sasame Body Flickered toward Tsunade.
Most shinobi were glass cannons—deadly in attack, fragile in defense.
But just then—
Tsunade stood up.
Her body blurred into a shadow, effortlessly evading Ryouma's flames.
The treatment was complete.
"Sasame, handle him. I'll deal with the Magnet Release user."
A shadow clone appeared beside her, dragging Akimichi Shitō to safety while Tsunade herself leaped onto Katsuyu's head.
Toroi's confidence wavered.
His plan had been simple—suppress Katsuyu quickly, then gang up on Tsunade with Ryouma's team to capture or kill her.
Either outcome would've been a major victory.
As for Sasame and the others? They hadn't even factored into his calculations.
Three brats, no flak jackets—probably Genin, maybe Chunin at best.
If Ryouma's team took more than ten seconds to wipe them out, it'd be an embarrassment to the title of Jonin.
But reality had slapped him in the face.
Eight Chunin couldn't take down Kabuto and Shizune.
Three Jonin, three against one—and two had been killed in seconds.
Do you even know how to fight?!
Toroi was half-convinced they'd bribed their way into the Jonin rank.
How else could this disaster be explained?
With his allies dead, Ryouma locked onto Sasame, his expression grim.
He wasn't foolish enough to underestimate the boy now.
But luckily, after so many techniques, Sasame's face had paled—a clear sign of chakra exhaustion.
"Fire Release: Fire Whirlwind!"
Ryouma's chakra ignited, spreading in a crimson vortex that erupted into a blazing tornado.
"Consider this vengeance for my comrades."
He watched Sasame, already picturing the boy's screams as the flames consumed him.
Rip—
Flesh tore.
Sasame's body transformed into vines, burning to ash in the inferno.
"A clone?!"
Ryouma's mind blanked.
He'd seen Water Clones, Lightning Clones, Earth Clones—but never a Wood Clone.
A gust of wind whistled behind him.
Ryouma's hair stood on end as he whirled around—
—just in time to see Sasame's right arm, now a mass of razor-sharp wooden spikes, lunging toward him.
It was the last thing he ever saw.
The spikes impaled him, then branched inside his body, turning him into a grotesque pincushion.
Sasame had no intention of letting any witnesses escape—now that he'd revealed Wood Release, none of them could leave alive.
He glanced at the remaining Chunin.
Between Shizune and Kabuto's teamwork, only three were still struggling.
Their fate was sealed.
Finally, Sasame turned to Toroi.
This man had some relevance in the original story—meaning he could provide Fate Points.
But there was a huge difference between Toroi dying by Tsunade's hand… and dying by his.
Time to KS like a true kill-stealer.
Sasame gripped the First Hokage's necklace—a surge of chakra flooded his body, almost bursting his veins.
"Sensei."
He called out.
Both Toroi and Tsunade paused.
Toroi's shock came from Ryouma's death.
What the hell just happened?!
In less than a minute, he was the only one left standing.
Too busy fighting Tsunade, he hadn't noticed Sasame's battle—now, he was completely lost.
Tsunade, however, understood immediately.
Wood Release.
Nothing else could explain such a swift victory.
And Sasame calling out to her? He wanted in on the fight.
After so many years, Tsunade knew him inside out—in every way possible.
A single glance was all it took for her to know what he wanted.
She stepped back.
Sasame instantly took her place.
Toroi's rage ignited.
What the hell is this?!
Switching opponents mid-battle?
You think I'm some kind of joke?!
"Magnet Release: Square Shuriken!"
Toroi hurled a barrage of magnetized blades.
"Don't let them touch you for too long," Tsunade warned. "Prolonged contact will magnetize your body."
Magnet Release—a powerful Kekkei Genkai.
Its most famous users were the Third and Fourth Kazekage.
Toroi's version was far less refined.
All he could do was magnetize objects—not control iron or gold sand like the legends.
"Wood Release: Wood Locking Wall!"
Wooden planks erupted around Sasame, deflecting the shuriken without direct contact.
"WOOD RELEASE?!"
Toroi's eyes bulged—his voice trembled with disbelief.
He'd never seen it before, but he knew what it meant.
One thought dominated his mind:
RUN.
Escape.
Bring this intel to the Fourth Raikage.
Capturing Tsunade would've been a great achievement—but this was just as valuable.
And more importantly—he stood no chance against both of them.
"Wood Release: Nativity of a World of Trees!"
Sasame didn't let him recover from the shock.
He'd been waiting for this exact moment.
Thanks to Hashirama's legend, most shinobi froze the first time they saw Wood Release.
Vines burst from Sasame's body, intertwining and expanding into a colossal tree in the blink of an eye.
Toroi tried to flee—but it was too late.
The branches twisted, ensnaring him like a living prison.
His Magnet Release was useless—he couldn't magnetize wood.
[Due to your actions, Toroi's fate has been altered. You have gained 49 Fate Points.]
[Due to your actions, Hīrukō's fate has been altered. You have gained 8 Fate Points.]
[Due to your actions, Akimichi Shitō's fate has been altered. You have gained 9 Fate Points.]
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