The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 245 The Fall of Konoha, Jiraiya's Choice

Blood mist rose into the air, and blood-stained pieces of paper obscured half the sky.

The Konoha ninja stood frozen in place as if under a spell, their pupils contracting sharply, their gazes fixed on the body lying face up in a pool of blood.

Lord Danzo, the Hokage, died right before their eyes.

Some ninjas' kunai clattered to the ground, the metallic clanging sound particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

The state of the root members in the field is the most bizarre.

These ninjas wearing unique masks suddenly stopped moving as if their threads had been cut simultaneously.

Some began to unconsciously repeat the hand seals, while others simply knelt on the ground. The Tongue Calamity Extinction Seal implanted by Danzo became ineffective with the death of the caster, and the suppressed self-awareness backfired like a tidal wave, plunging these assassins into cognitive confusion.

Qin Ye did not stop killing; the thousand blades in his hand gleamed with an eerie, ghostly light.

Only after wiping out the remaining members of the Root organization and killing most of the Anbu ninjas, causing them to flee, did they head towards the building marked with the character 'fire'.

He easily identified the Konoha high-ranking officials who were trembling in fear in the secret room.

Without a word, the cold light of a thousand blades flashed in the dim room, and as heads rolled to the ground, their aged faces were frozen in disbelief and terror.

He strung these heads together with Danzo's, the blood-soaked shadows leaving long trails of blood in the twilight.

When they returned to the battlefield, the heads hanging on the shadow lines were still dripping blood, splattering bright red flowers of blood on the ground.

"All high-ranking officials of Konoha will be killed; those who surrender will be spared!"

The chilling declaration echoed in the bloody air.

Looking at the familiar heads hanging on the shadow line, someone trembled and threw down his kunai, his knees slamming heavily into a pool of blood.

Some people roared and rushed forward, only to be frozen in their charging posture forever by the wind from the thousand blades.

The blood of those who refused to surrender quickly flowed into the previous river of blood. Qin Ye stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, the eerie light of a thousand blades illuminating the kneeling figures on the ground, and also lighting up the eyes of those who refused to close until death.

Qin Ye walked slowly along the blood-stained street, the tip of his thousand-bladed blade leaving a winding trail of blood on the ground.

With each step he took, more and more ninjas trembled and knelt on the ground, while the screams of those who still resisted echoed among the ruins.

Suddenly, two figures descended from the sky, kicking up a cloud of dust.

It was Sarutobi Asuma and Kurenai Yuhi, who had once fought against Qin Ye.

Sarutobi Asuma's cigarette glowed intermittently in the bloody air as he surveyed the kneeling ninjas around him, his eyes blazing with fury.

"The village is facing a formidable enemy, and you actually surrender to the enemy who slaughtered your own people! Do you have any backbone left?! Stand up, all of you! Where has your will of fire gone?! Huh!?"

The kneeling ninjas lowered their heads even further, some clenching their fists until their knuckles turned white, and others biting their lips so hard that blood seeped out.

It wasn't that they didn't want to fight for the village; it was just that when death was imminent, the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

If there is any hope of victory, that would be good.

But they couldn't see any hope at all; the enemy was on a completely different level from them.

Asuma abruptly turned to Qin Ye, and the wind-attribute chakra on his specially made short blade surged dramatically:

"It's you again! What exactly are you trying to do?"

Qin Ye did not answer, but turned his head slightly and whispered to the surrendered people behind him, "The time has come to prove your sincerity. Kill him."

"You!" Asma glared at Qin Ye through gritted teeth; he had never felt such urge to kill someone before.

Seeing that the surrounding ninjas were still hesitating.

Qin Ye flicked his wrist, and the Thousand Blades emitted a humming sound like a death knell.

"If he doesn't die, you will all die."

The first to make a move was a Chunin, who roared as he threw a kunai, as if that would erase his cowardice.

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third, and more and more ninjas rushed frantically towards Asuma and Kurenai. Their expressions were so distorted that they seemed inhuman, as if they wanted to vent all their inner fear and shame on these two people who held fast to their beliefs.

Asuma's chakra blade drew a sharp arc, deliberately avoiding vital points.

Kurenai Yuhi continued to cast illusions, but as her former companions surged towards her, her hand seals became increasingly sluggish.

Killing them was not an option, nor was keeping them; the two were forced to retreat in defeat.

Qin Ye simply stood quietly, watching this ugly sacrifice of humanity.

At that moment, a figure quietly appeared behind the two of them.

The massive March sickle sliced ​​through the air, its sharp blade carrying the aura of death as it pierced through Kurenai Yuhi's vest with a 'thud,' spraying blood like ink!

"red!"

The sight of his lover's blood splattered on his face made Asuma's eyes widen in horror, the blood vessels in his eyes spreading like a spider web.

The short blade in his hand burst forth with a blinding blue light, accompanied by two wind blades flashing past. The two Konoha ninjas closest to him immediately collapsed, clutching their bleeding throats.

He then charged at Hidan like a maddened beast.

"Hehehe~"

Hidan laughed maniacally, casually swinging his scythe, and Kurenai's body was tossed into the air like a rag doll.

The instant Asuma leaped to catch him, Hidan was already beside him, his three-moon scythe slashing down with a whooshing sound!

In the critical moment, Asuma had no choice but to hold Kurenai with one hand and raise the other to block the enemy's weapon with his short blade.

However, the March Scythe was designed to inflict maximum damage on the enemy, and a short blade alone is simply not enough to defend against that huge scythe.

His hands, forearms, and shoulders were scratched, and blood immediately spurted out.

Hidan, having obtained the enemy's blood, tiptoed back two steps, then rubbed his feet in the blood pit on the ground, using it as dye to outline a pattern composed of a circle and a triangle.

Hidan stood within the magic circle, his scarlet tongue slowly licking the blood from the March Scythe, his eyes flashing with a morbid fanaticism.

The next second, the color drained from his skin, turning into terrifying black and white patterns.

Then he pulled out a sharp, slender, jet-black spear and, under everyone's gaze, aimed it at his heart.

"In the name of the evil god, I punish you! Prepare for your death judgment, and savor the pain to come! Hehehehehe!!!"

With a chilling, maniacal laugh, the black spear pierced his own heart with a 'thud'.

At the same time, Asuma, who was holding Kurenai, suddenly trembled violently, a painful expression appeared on his face, his mouth opened and closed slightly, and his breathing slowly stopped.

A bloodstain appeared on his chest near his heart, in the exact same spot where Hidan's spear pierced his heart.

thump.

Asma's body fell, and the red-haired woman in his arms slipped from his increasingly weak embrace, their blood mingling on the ground.

This bizarre scene made the hearts of the surrounding ninjas skip a beat.

"Hahaha, Night, you really know how to play the game! You've recruited so many new followers. Anyone interested in joining my Evil God Cult?"

Hidan, with the black spear still embedded in his chest, seemed oblivious to the pain as he swaggered to Qin Ye's side.

He tilted his head, scanning the surrendered Konoha ninjas, a maniacal smile spreading across his lips.

Qin Ye ignored the madman and continued to wander through the ruins of Konoha, trying to persuade the remaining ninjas to surrender.

On his journey, he encountered Kakuzu, who was fighting against the Hyuga clan.

After helping to kill a powerful member of the Hyuga clan, Kakuzu joined his team.

As time went on, the situation gradually became clear. Most of the commoner ninjas and those without clan backgrounds in Konoha chose to surrender, since resistance was futile in the face of absolute power.

Those who still dared to rebel were only the powerful clans, such as the Hyuga, Akimichi, Nara, Yamanaka, Aburame, and Inuzuka.
At this moment, the remaining forces of these major families all gathered under the Fire Shadow Rock.

Surrounding them were members of the Akatsuki organization, led by Qin Ye, and their former comrades.

The Heavenly Dao hovered in mid-air, coldly overlooking the crowd below:
"Last chance, surrender."

His response was a barrage of angry curses.

"dream!"

"Don't think about it!"

"The Will of Fire of Konoha will never be extinguished!"

The Heavenly Dao didn't bother arguing with them; it simply raised its hand slowly and pointed it at the group of stubborn ninjas.

The next second, a terrifying repulsive force suddenly erupted, and the air twisted instantly.

The crowd was swept away like fragile fallen leaves, and the Hokage Rock behind them collapsed with a roar, turning the statues of the Hokage of all generations into rubble and crashing to the ground.

The Will of Fire of Konoha came to an end with the collapse of the Hokage Rock.

Faced with the absolute power of Qin Ye and Pain, the last resistance fighters were like fragile, withered branches, easily crushed.

The remaining tasks were left to Nagato and Konan to finish, and they were also responsible for restoring Konoha to order.

Qin Ye then went to the hospital in Konoha.

After killing several rogue ninjas hiding there, he found Tsunade, who was bedridden.

The attack on Konoha was not just to fulfill the promise made to Nagato.

The important thing is to force Jiraiya to show himself.

Of all the people in Konoha, the only one Jiraiya would never give up on was this woman.

Qin Ye stood in front of the hospital bed, gazing at the unconscious Tsunade.

Her breathing was weak, her golden hair was scattered haphazardly on the pillow, the yin seal on her forehead was dim and lifeless, but her ample bosom remained undiminished, even while lying down.
Just as Qin Ye was about to put Tsunade into his food pouch, a strong wind suddenly howled behind him!

"Konoha's powerful whirlwind!"

Behind him, Matt Kai threw away his cane and swung a spinning kick at the back of Qin Ye's head.

However, while still in mid-air, he was struck by a fleeting afterimage that arrived before him, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the wall.

"You're still alive?" Qin Ye was somewhat surprised to see the person who had arrived.

Logically speaking, Might Guy, who opened the Gate of Death, should have his grave overgrown with weeds by now.

Could it be because I didn't manage to kick it?

"It's you!" Might Guy clearly recognized Qin Ye as well.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to his feet, his eyes burning with an indomitable fighting spirit.

Without the slightest hesitation, his chakra began to surge violently, and he was about to open the Eight Gates.

Although, given his current physical condition, forcibly opening the Eight Gates would be tantamount to suicide.

However, if he didn't open the Eight Gates, he wouldn't be able to fight the enemy in front of him at all.

However, before Might Guy could even open his Eight Gates, Qin Ye had already charged in front of him with his Eight Gates open.

The fist, enveloped in black and red energy, slammed into Might Guy's chest in an instant.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, Matt Kai's body flew backward again, crashing through two walls before finally landing heavily on the grass outside the hospital.

Before Matt Kai could even struggle to his feet, Qin Ye's figure had already descended once more like a ghost.

Four fist shadows appeared almost simultaneously, landing precisely on Kai's limb joints.

The sickening cracking of bones echoed one after another as Might Guy's limbs twisted and deformed at bizarre angles, completely losing his ability to move.

Blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained defiant.

"The Eight Gates!" Kai stared intently at the churning black and red energy around Qin Ye. "How do you know the Eight Gates!?"

He could see clearly that the person in front of him was using the Eight Gates Formation, which he was most familiar with!
"You are a worthy opponent." Qin Ye slowly raised his right fist, black and red energy enveloping him like flames: "Unfortunately, I cannot let you live."

Before he could finish speaking, his fist had already landed.

puff-

The sound of a skull exploding was particularly jarring on the silent grass, with blood and brain tissue splattering everywhere and staining the surrounding green grass.

A gentle breeze carried a hint of blood.

The pinnacle of taijutsu in the ninja world has fallen.

Qin Ye walked slowly back to the ward, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant. His steady footsteps made the medical ninjas huddled in the corner tremble.

They stared in horror at the devilish man, even their breathing became cautious.

Ignoring the fear around him, Qin Ye went straight to Tsunade's bedside and put her into his food pouch.

He then found Xiao Nan and asked her to spread the word.

He directly challenged Jiraiya: "Hand over the Nine-Tails within three days, or you'll be collecting Tsunade's corpse."

News of Konoha's fall swept across the entire ninja world like a hurricane.

Ninja forces from various countries went on high alert, high-level meetings were held, and a tense atmosphere of impending doom permeated the entire ninja world.

Who could have imagined that Konoha, the village that once dominated the ninja world and produced legendary ninjas such as Hashirama Senju, Madara Uchiha, and Minato Namikaze, would be conquered by the weak Amegakure in a single day?
On the other side, deep within Mount Myoboku, shrouded in morning mist.

Jiraiya stood on the slippery mossy stone, the intelligence scroll in his hand crumpled in his hand.

In the distance, the waterfall roared, and amidst the mist, Naruto stood on the water in a horse stance, a stubborn expression on his face.

The hermit, Fukasaku, perched on his shoulder, his ruler poised to strike at any moment.

"Keep your breathing steady! Keep your mind calm. How can you absorb natural energy if you're so restless!" The old toad's reprimand echoed through the canyon.

Jiraiya watched Naruto practice Sage Mode, his gaze gradually deepening. He could see that a faint natural energy was beginning to linger around Naruto, and although it was not yet stable, it was indeed progressing.

He's far better than he was back then.

He was certain that Naruto was the child of prophecy spoken of by the Great Toad Sage.

He is someone who can bring about change in the ninja world.

Konoha can be rebuilt, and Tsunade can find a way to rescue him, but Naruto must never be used as a bargaining chip.

Jiraiya gave Naruto one last deep look, a faint smile on his face, before leaving Mount Myōboku alone.

Naruto seemed to sense something, and looked up, only to find nothing but emptiness.

*Smack!* The ruler struck his head.

"Focus your attention, stop looking around, do you want to turn into a stone frog?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! I know!"

(End of this chapter)