Naruto: This Uchiha is too innocent.

Chapter 149 Art is an Explosion

The border of the Land of Fire was ablaze with fiery clouds, like strings of candied hawthorns, with lone geese flying south in formation.

"The Technique of Weighted Rock".

Murata planted one foot on the mountain wall, his hand gathering solid rock. As he approached Uchiha Sora, his fist, covered in rock, swept through the wind.

Uchiha Sora reacted swiftly, turning around and holding the Kusanagi sword horizontally in front of his chest in a defensive stance. In an instant, a terrifying force slammed down on the sword, bending and deforming it under the immense pressure. Had this been an ordinary weapon, it would likely have been smashed to pieces along with the sword by the Weighted Rock Technique. Fortunately, the Kusanagi sword was a masterpiece crafted by a master artisan, its hardness comparable even to the Uchiha clan's Sunflower Fan.

That is why, when faced head-on with this incredibly powerful Weighted Rock Technique, the Grass Sword was bent but did not break.

However, the Weighted Rock Technique, a renowned signature ninjutsu of Iwagakure, is no mere boast. This technique can drastically increase the mass of an object, granting it unimaginable destructive power. Even a Kage-level ninja using this technique can break through the supposedly invincible defenses of Susanoo.

Therefore, even though Uchiha Sora successfully blocked the attack with the Kusanagi Sword, the immense force transmitted through the sword still struck him like a heavy hammer, causing him to groan.

"This guy's power is so strong!" Uchiha Sora was shocked and made a judgment instantly. His eyes sharpened, and he clenched and opened his hand, and three kunai silently slid out from his sleeves, shooting straight towards Murata like arrows.

Seeing this, Murata's pupils contracted slightly. He reacted quickly, gripping his longsword tightly with his other hand and swinging it forcefully to deflect the three kunai one by one. Taking advantage of this brief opening, Uchiha Sora attempted to retrieve his trapped Kusanagi. However, just as he tried to pull the sword back, he encountered immense resistance, making it difficult for him to withdraw it.

"Damn it! Now that I've caught you, how could I let you leave so easily!" Murata roared. The scene of Uchiha Sora killing the Iwa ninja had deeply wounded him, making him extremely angry.

Even if the mission is successfully completed, the deaths of his companions will still subject him to severe punishment, which makes him furious.

Uchiha Sora remained calm and beckoned with his finger.

In that instant, Murata felt a strong sense of danger coming from behind. Relying on the instincts honed by years of battle, he loosened his grip on the Kusanagi sword and lunged to the side, trying to dodge the returning kunai. Although his reaction was extremely fast, the kunai was even faster, still managing to cut a gash on his arm, staining his sleeve red.

Murata was both shocked and furious by the sudden injury. He stared intently at the kunai that had returned to Uchiha Ku's hand, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"Puppet technique? No, I don't see any puppet strings. Could it be some kind of special ninjutsu?" He pondered to himself, his gaze lingering on the kunai for a moment.

"It's the nature of the kunai itself." After some observation, Murata came to this conclusion. He knew that many weapons with special abilities existed in the ninja world, such as the blades of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, each possessing unique properties and astonishing power. Without a doubt, the kunai that the Uchiha had just dropped was also some kind of special blade.

"Kunai can resonate with the user's chakra." In just a moment, Murata had analyzed Uchiha Sora's kunai very thoroughly.

"As expected, none of those who become Jonin are simple characters," Uchiha Sora thought to himself, looking at Murata. He remained calm, confronting Murata with a composed expression. Since the other party hadn't made the first move, he had no reason to attack first. The reason he had just killed those people was to force Murata to take action and restrain him, thus drawing him into his own battle rhythm.

Soon, Murata couldn't contain himself any longer and launched the attack. His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and he chanted incantations. The rocks on the ground seemed to be summoned, beginning to shake violently. Then, rocks rose from the ground, rapidly coalescing before him, ultimately forming a gigantic fist. This was Earth Release: Rock Fist Technique, one of the few long-range ninjutsu techniques in Iwagakure. The power of this technique depended entirely on the user's skill; in the hands of a master, this fist made of rock could even surpass the hardness of diamonds.

"This is really troublesome." Uchiha Sora muttered to himself as he looked at the massive rock fist. Then, he quickly mobilized his chakra and attached it to the grass sword.

The next moment, the sword light and the rock fist collided violently, producing a deafening roar that seemed to shake the entire world. The impact of the collision kicked up a huge cloud of dust, engulfing both of them. Within the dust, Uchiha Sora clearly felt the oppressive force of the weighted rock technique his opponent had used. Sure enough, Murata's rock-covered fist soon slammed down towards him.

After a clash, both men stumbled backward. Murata retreated five steps, while Uchiha Sora retreated seven. Clearly, Murata had the upper hand in the previous exchange.

Uchiha Sora steadied himself, subconsciously touching his mask where a crack had appeared, and remained silent.

He had naturally blocked the Weighted Rock Technique, but he was still injured.

Murata stood quietly in place, staring at the crack in his mask, his eyes darting around.

He had intended to use the Weighted Rock Technique to launch a surprise attack during the explosion of the rock fist, but he did not expect his opponent to be so alert and block his fist at the crucial moment. Having spent so much chakra, he was naturally unwilling to return empty-handed, so at the last moment, he threw a punch at Uchiha Sora.

A simple punch, without any chakra attached.

That punch landed on Uchiha Sora! The crack in his mask was caused by that punch.

Looking at the clear crack on the weapon, Murata showed no joy; instead, his brows furrowed even more. He was filled with a question: so many exquisite ninjutsu had been perfectly blocked by Uchiha Sora before, so why was it that this ordinary punch, which carried only a hint of anger, had hit its target? This was no coincidence; there must be a key that he had not yet realized.

Uchiha Ku gave him no time to think. After a brief silence, he launched an offensive, first using several projectiles as a feint to draw Murata's grass sword into his main attack. The moves were simple yet effective.

A glint flashed in Murata's eyes. The reason? He'd find out once he started fighting.

Soon, the two were locked in combat again, the sounds of clashing weapons and the roar of colliding chakra echoing across the battlefield. But gradually, Uchiha Sora's disadvantage became increasingly apparent. He was hit more and more frequently—sometimes a punch, sometimes a kick, sometimes even a clumsy, unskilled swing of his sword. And these attacks all shared a strange commonality: they were ordinary, so ordinary that even a burly man in a street brawl could use them.

Finally, in the gap between the explosion and the billowing smoke, Murata seized an opening in Uchiha Sora's defenses, grabbed his arm, and unleashed a flurry of blows. Once the two had created some distance using the blast wave, Murata threw his head back and burst into laughter, his voice filled with childlike excitement, as if he had just discovered the most fascinating secret.

"I've found it! I've found your weakness!"

"Your eyes are blind! All your counterattacks are based solely on sound and chakra fluctuations!"

All the previous hits had one thing in common: while there was noise interference, no chakra was attached to the technique.

Uchiha Sora remained silent, offering no rebuttal. The other was right; while he wasn't blind, he was practically so. Ever since using the power of the Tengu, even seeing just a few fingers in front of him required considerable effort to focus. But on the ever-changing battlefield, there was no time for him to slowly "focus." He could only rely on his hearing and chakra perception to barely piece together the surrounding battle situation.

This is his current fighting style, and this is also his weakness.

Ordinary ninjas wouldn't even notice the problem with his eyes in this fighting style; only seasoned veterans could detect the flaw.

In the world of Naruto, the legendary "transparent world" of sudden enlightenment does not exist. If one wants to "sense" the surrounding environment without relying on one's eyes, in addition to specific ninjutsu, the only option is to rely on rare abilities such as bloodline limits or bloodline elimination.

Unfortunately, Uchiha Sora neither knew that kind of ninjutsu nor possessed that kind of bloodline limit or bloodline elimination technique, so he could only resort to a crude method of fighting. Moreover, until he awakens the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, he will most likely continue to fight in this way.

Murata's lips curled into a sinister smile as he slowly spoke, "Do you know? In the long history of the ninja world, no blind person has ever reached the pinnacle. Those blind ninjas either retired early and went into seclusion in some remote corner, or they were killed by their opponents in brutal battles. You are the first blind person I've encountered in battle, and I must say, you are indeed formidable. The techniques you just displayed are rarely matched even among Jonin. It's just a pity—you have such a fatal flaw."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze revealing a strong killing intent, and then said, "If you don't have any other means, then you will surely die in the next attack!" As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly formed hand seals, and then suddenly threw out more than a dozen explosive talismans, which were accurately stuck to various places on the surrounding walls, the ground and other surfaces.

"Next, these explosive tags will detonate one after another for about thirty seconds. During these thirty seconds, you will be blind and deaf, and I will kill you within that time."

It must be said that Murata is extremely arrogant. After learning about Uchiha Sora's weakness, he became arrogant and even openly told Uchiha Sora his battle plan.

Thirty seconds is a very short time, not even enough to finish an ice pop, yet Murata was confident it was enough to kill Uchiha Sora. This wasn't arrogance; for a Jonin like Uchiha Sora, how many people could he kill in thirty seconds under normal circumstances? He himself didn't know, but conservatively speaking, at least a hundred.

At this moment, Uchiha Sora, who had lost his sight and hearing, was not much better than an ordinary person. His blurry vision only allowed him to know that there was someone in front of him, but he couldn't tell whether his opponent used their left or right hand to attack, let alone accurately judge the direction and force of the attack.

"laugh."

In the silence, Uchiha Sora let out a sneer.

Murata paused, then frowned. "What do you mean?"

Uchiha Sora shook his head, sensing the explosive tags about to detonate around him. He smiled, and his light voice rang out, "Perhaps you can indeed kill me, but don't you feel something's off? What do you think my purpose was in luring you here?"

Murata was taken aback. What was their purpose? The other party's appearance here clearly indicated their intention to acquire something—

His expression changed drastically. He understood. Konoha's goal from beginning to end was only one: to cut off supplies! And his mission from beginning to end was also only one: to escort the supplies safely to their destination.

And what is he doing now? He's entangled with Konoha's Anbu, far away from the supply convoy!

Where were the other three brats? He finally remembered; there weren't just one person, but four! Three Chunin brats! And those three brats hadn't shown up at all! His anger at Uchiha Sora's earlier killing had made him forget about it!

"Damn it!" he screamed, turning his head without looking back and rushing back to the convoy. Killing people was none of his business; the important thing was the supplies. The results of the battle at the front were far more important than a Jonin.

Uchiha Sora watched his flustered retreating figure, smiled, and said in a low voice, "Since I dared to say it, what's the point of you rushing back?"

"Judging by the time, it's about time."

He shook his head, took out a stack of explosive tags from his pocket, his expression indifferent, and together with the explosive tags that Murata had set up, Uchiha Sora's figure disappeared a few breaths later.

"Art is an explosion."

In an instant, an explosion suddenly rang out, and a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose, enough to shake even the two giant mountains.

In the direction of the convoy, Mitchell and the others, bored out of their minds, sat on the rocks, waiting silently.

"Genma, what exactly is the senior's code? I've been waiting forever." Might Guy lay on a rock, chewing on a blade of grass.

Genma Shiranui glanced at him and said calmly, "A ninja must be able to endure loneliness."

"I can wait, but my youth can't! If I wait any longer, the convoy will be over."

Upon hearing this, Genma Shiranui looked down and, sure enough, the convoy was about to pass by. He was also a little annoyed. What exactly was this senior's secret code?

Suddenly, a deafening explosion rang out. The three were startled and immediately looked in the direction of the blast. "What...what happened over there?!"

Genma Shiranui shifted his gaze from the mushroom cloud, revealing a bright smile. "Senpai, this is quite a code."

He looked at the other two and said, "Make your move."

The next moment, a series of explosions echoed again from the headland—

The ninjas continued to wail in agony—