Water bears at the beginning, wet bone forest eating old people

The joint preparations of the entire ninja world put all ninjas under more or less pressure.

Venting out emotions is undoubtedly a correct way to release stress.

The coalition's positions were filled with men and women, but don't get me wrong, all of their interactions were pure.

If you dare to consume too much physical strength and energy before the battle, you are simply playing with your own life.

The coalition forces did not have much time to prepare, and the water and wood work of the Impure World War II had already begun and was basically completed. Naturally, the Akatsuki organization launched an attack under the leadership of Obito.

It was not yet dark, and a layer of hazy white rose on the horizon.

"Huh? What's over there?"

"Get out of the way! White eyes, open!"

A Hyuga rushed forward, scouting the white line rising in the distance.

As the thickness of the white line gradually increased, cold sweat began to flow down the Hyuga ninja's forehead.

"It's...it's people! They're white people! They're all people!"

"What! Are they enemies or ninjas coming to support them?"

The ninja next to him asked.

No one knew where so many people with white bodies came from. It was as if they suddenly appeared in the ninja world, so it was impossible to tell whether they were enemies or friends.

The dense crowd was oppressive just from the number of people. One hundred thousand, that number, a single spit from each person could drown someone.

"Not sure, be alert!"

Swah——

A column of water shot out from the White Zetsu army, but its accuracy was a little off.

These 100,000 White Zetsu were all humans transformed by the last Infinite Tsukuyomi. Only a few of them could use ninjutsu, so it was normal that their accuracy was poor, but the number was there, and it absolutely could not be ignored.

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack! Notify Master Jiraiya! Go now!"

After a while, Jiraiya appeared in front of the second troop's line, looking at the surging White Zetsu army with a solemn expression.

Where on earth did these things come from?

Jiraiya knew that not even any of the five great nations could muster so many people with a unified goal to fearlessly charge at the ninja, and seeing as they were all white, it was obvious that they were some kind of summoning or spiritual product.

Jiraiya did not take the White Zetsu that was surging in front of him like a sea too seriously. What he was afraid of was that the enemy had the ability to produce these white humans in unlimited quantities. In that case, the ninja coalition could be exhausted to death just by relying on the human wave tactics.

"Jiraiya! Let's attack. The enemy is too numerous. If they overrun their positions, the casualties will be heavy!"

Huang Tu suggested from the side.

Since Jiraiya became the commander-in-chief, Huang Tu naturally retreated to the position of staff officer of the second unit.

At the same time, Hatake Sakumo, who was standing on the other side of Jiraiya, also put his hand on White Fang behind his back.

"A battle is inevitable. Give the orders, Jiraiya."

"it is good!"

Jiraiya roared heroically.

"All troops, listen up! Attack!"

"kill!"

The Fourth Ninja World War has begun!

Ninjas are tools, mostly used for assassination and rarely for war.

Group combat might actually restrict the ninja's abilities, but that only requires the ninja to be strong enough.

In fact, ordinary ninjas, like soldiers, can only play a greater role by fighting in coordination.

The ninjas of the second unit formed teams of two or three and rushed towards the White Zetsu army.

The White Zetsu are under Obito's control and are fearless, but the ninjas are not pushovers, especially the ninjas of the second unit, who are all good at close combat.

Jiraiya jumped into the crowd and could take out a White Zetsu with one punch or one kick, and his hair could be rolled up into a large area.

Hatake Sakumo was like the god of death on the battlefield, reaping the lives of White Zetsu.

Time has not left many traces on this Konoha God of Death. His agile body movements and the short sword that was as fast as a flash of light made it impossible for the White Zetsu and his men to even see his shadow before their heads were chopped off.

Even though the ninjas each had their own methods, casualties still occurred from the moment the two armies collided.

The White Zetsu seemed to have a great hatred and would fight to the death of a ninja even at the cost of their own lives. That kind of crazy energy made many ninjas feel afraid. On the battlefield, once you are timid, you are not far from death.

After a whole day of fighting on the front line, the number of White Zetsu was greatly reduced, but the ninjas of the second unit also suffered heavy losses.

Jiraiya was looking at the complicated numbers on the casualty report with a grimace when a messenger ninja rushed into the tent.

"Lord Jiraiya! The Second Division needs to retreat immediately. The enemy knows our battle line layout very well. All positions have been attacked to varying degrees. The central position requires all positions to reduce their strength."

"what!"

Jiraiya's eyes widened.

The White Zetsu forces that attacked like a mountain and sea were not the enemy's main force. All the forces were attacked! Jiraiya couldn't imagine where the enemy got so much combat power from.

"Master Jiraiya, don't hesitate!"

The messenger ninja looked very anxious, as the war situation in the rear was obviously not optimistic.

He turned to look at Huang Tu and Hatake Sakumo, and both of them nodded at him. There was no problem with the messenger ninja in front of them.

Jiraiya immediately gave orders and the second unit began to slowly retreat to the rear.

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Konoha.

Inside a cheap rental house.

Shuimu, who had recovered a lot, pushed open the door and looked at the familiar layout of the room with nostalgia.

Snapped--

The bowl fell to the ground and Chun stood in the corner.

"Sui... Mizuki! You're back!"

Looking at his fiancée in the corner, Mizuki forced a relatively gentle smile.

"Well, Tsubaki, I'm back to pick you up, come with me."

"Leave?...No, Mizuki, come back."

Chun was crying, but she didn't dare to take a step forward.

"Don't make the same mistake again. I know everything. You've become a traitor, but Lord Hiruko can come back, so I believe you can too."

The forced smile on Mizuki's face could no longer be maintained.

The only person left who can be called a bond is unable to identify with himself and even rejects himself.

"Why, Tsubaki, don't you love me anymore?"

"Shui Mu, I beg you, please..."

Seeing Mizuki's face becoming increasingly ferocious, Chun shook her head and cried.

"Come back, isn't it good to go back to the past, Shuimu, I love..."

laugh--

The sound of breaking air interrupted Chun's words.

Tsubaki lowered her head, staring at the half-man-high shuriken pinning her to the wall in disbelief.

Shuimu used the moves he was best at to deal with himself...

"Haha, how heartless."

A voice was heard in the air. If the Second Generation Mizukage Hozuki Gengetsu was here, he would definitely be able to tell who the owner of the voice was.

It was the second generation Tsuchikage Mu who was in the Dustless Pass.

"It's none of your business."

Mizuki's face was gloomy.

The behavior of the Evil World Wu is under his control, but the Wu that has combat capability naturally has a certain degree of self-will.

Turning around, Mizuki walked towards the Hokage Building without looking at his tragically dead fiancée.

The Sealed Book, that was his obsession.

Once he gets the Book of Seals, he will be able to reach a higher level!

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