He was in Konoha, and his domineering aura was overflowing.

Just as the young priest was secretly pleased with his ability to stabilize the situation...

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three cannon shots rang out, followed by a fourth and a fifth, one after another, like a grand symphony.

The fishy, ​​pine-sleeved, and tadpole-shaped fish

Before they could react, the shells had already struck the barrier. A series of deafening sounds, as if from the depths of the underworld, filled the air, and the seemingly indestructible barrier began to crumble.

Swoosh—Peng.

A cannonball pierced precisely through the blasted hole and struck the wooden structure of the city lord's mansion with unstoppable force until it crashed into the wall.

Boom!

This explosion was even more powerful, and the direct impact on the city lord's mansion nearly terrified the soldiers who heard the gunfire before even seeing the enemy.

The monk with the uneven eyes from the Fire Temple instinctively looked up, his expression instantly changing: "Retreat!"

His body reacted faster than his mouth; by the time the words left his mouth, he had already dashed two hundred meters away.

The samurai was not to be outdone; he grabbed his katana and dashed 201 meters to shield the monk in front of him.

"What's going on? Are they really ninjas?!" The samurai's eyes widened in astonishment.

He had a lot of dealings with ninjas and was quite certain that the only ninja tools they used that were related to explosions were the easily portable explosive tags.

So who exactly bombarded the city lord's mansion with cannons?

Could it be another group?

Why do artillery shells have such power?

Almost everyone is thinking about this question.

It's no wonder they reacted this way; the ninja's fighting style was deeply ingrained in their minds. Unless they saw it with their own eyes, few would believe that ninjas would use cannons in their assassinations.

just.

By turning on the monocular telescope and observing the sea of ​​fire engulfing the city lord's mansion, Wu Xian tilted his head slightly in response to the question.

"Who says ninjas can't use cannons for assassinations?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Chapter 109 Minato Namikaze's Gradual Improvement

"Ninjas using cannons... can this still be called assassination?"

Inuzuka Satoru scratched his head, feeling like he was about to grow a brain.

Isogen glanced at him and said slowly, "That depends on how you interpret the meaning of assassination."

"Infiltrating and killing a target like a maggot is assassination, and patiently waiting for a single blow is also assassination, but in my opinion, infiltrating openly and killing everything that sees the 'eyes' is assassination."

"Infiltrating can be done openly and honestly?" The low-profile Aburame Sunshine asked in surprise.

"Has the mission been completed?" Isogen turned to look at him.

"finished."

"Will the information be leaked?"

"will not."

"That settles it then." Isogen clapped his hands in respect.

"The target is dead, the intelligence won't be leaked. If this isn't an assassination, what is? This is an assassination!"

Was this really an assassination?

Following this line of thought, the lewd and cowardly Ji continued downwards.

Although something feels off, this logic alone... does seem to be related to ninja assassinations?

Inuzuka Satoru rubbed his temples, feeling a tickle in his head, as if he was about to grow muscles.

He didn't understand anything else, but he understood one sentence.

"So from now on, as long as I kill everyone, my mission won't fail!"

He got it!

found it!

Wu Shixian's eyes lit up.

Under the wind's expansion to its extreme, the invisible wind captured a chakra signal from a body half-buried in the earth.

After comparing the data in my mind, it turned out to be the white absolutism signal that I had captured before.

So the mastermind behind it all is Black Zetsu?

No, Madara Uchiha is still alive, and given Black Zetsu's Voldemort-like personality, he certainly won't act recklessly without absolute certainty.

Treating Black Zetsu as an opponent is actually quite a terrifying thing.

Imagine having a long-lived black man watching you around the clock during your limited lifespan, even recording your trips to the toilet.

The horror of it is simply indescribable.

Nobody wants a black man sneaking into the bathroom, especially if he might use the Hatake family's secret technique—the Thousand Years of Death—on vulnerable parts of the body.

Black Zetsu's direct combat ability is indeed not strong; compared to his two brothers, he only has one long life left.

But he wasn't completely weak. Even if a weakling could use his cunning to defeat Madara Uchiha, he would ultimately be unable to open his heart to him.

While Black Zetsu's fighting prowess is indeed not outstanding, he is not someone that anyone can easily defeat.

Anyway, if it were him, taking down Black Zetsu would probably not be difficult.

Immortal?

Hey, I have a complete sealing technique package here, half price for the first time, first come first served.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The incessant booming of cannons continued.

Minato Namikaze gradually got into the swing of things, and his facial expression became increasingly excited.

The chemical reaction caused by the combination of gunpowder smoke and heat caused his body to continuously secrete dopamine.

He even felt his hands, which never trembled when holding kunai, were now feeling weak.

If Isogen knew, he would tell him that it stemmed from his excitement, not fear, but an instinctive reaction that humans might have when they are extremely excited.

"Hit! Hit! Hit!"

Seeing Minato Namikaze like this, Kushina hesitated for a moment, then carefully moved closer to Isogen and whispered, "Is he really okay?"

"Don't worry, you've learned this before. This is just a reaction to getting excited. It'll be fine in a bit."

“That’s what they say,” Kushina muttered to herself.

She understood Minato Namikaze's personality. Although she often called him effeminate when they were in the Ninja Academy, she realized after getting to know him that this blond guy was just too kind to his fellow villagers.

The city lord's mansion was engulfed in flames. Occasionally, ninjas skilled in water-style techniques could be seen attempting to extinguish the fire during a lull, but their efforts could not keep up with the spread of the flames.

When the next round of shelling arrived, the overwhelming force ruthlessly overturned, evaporated, and annihilated them.

Sakumo Hatake's eyes lit up: "If only the village could be equipped with this kind of weapon."

"Just think about it." Isogen poured a bucket of cold water on him, helping him cool down for free.

Sakumo Hatake knew this was unrealistic.

Konoha's finances are relatively abundant thanks to Isogen's occasional unintentional bombings of mountains and rivers, which serve as a deterrent to the nobility.

However, it is not realistic to support such a large-scale weapon system.

Research and development, deployment, upgrading and maintenance are all major money-burning activities.

Moreover, with Tsunade's return to the village and the village's finances becoming more abundant, the medical ninja plan that Tsunade had previously mentioned has officially entered the agenda.

The benefits of medical ninjas are obvious to the Konoha leadership.

A skilled medical ninja can reduce battle damage, alleviate labor pressure, and maintain the fighting strength of Konoha ninjas.

However, the cost of training medical ninjas exceeds that of training regular combat ninjas, and not every medical ninja can succeed. In fact, Yukino Kagura, who is proficient in using the Healing Palm Technique, is already a genius among medical ninjas.

In addition, ninjas are combat teams, and many battles are completed in an instant. If a medical ninja is added to a mission that a three-person team can complete, the teammates will also have to take care of the medical ninja's safety, which can easily lead to mission failure and personnel injury.

Not every medical ninja is as good at fighting as Tsunade and Isogen Yoka.

Therefore, instead of replacing one member of the three-person team with a medical ninja, it would be better to form a medical team directly.

Another problem has arisen.

Establishing a well-organized medical team that can be effective in war is extremely costly, and Konoha doesn't have the money!

Tsunade proposed the plan when Konoha was facing war. The country was already under great financial pressure, and she even tried to interrogate the finance department. It would be strange if it passed.

Otherwise, given Senju's political influence, Tsunade's own influence, and the existence of Mito Uzumaki, they would at least give her a chance to try.

Sakumo Hatake's idea was even more outlandish than Tsunade's original idea.

Not to mention that these specially made cannonballs are filled with the chakra of the Fifty Strings, making their manufacture a major challenge.

In any case, it's impossible for Isogen to do nothing all day but make cannonballs for Konoha.

Secondly, even if Konoha, with its abstract technological foundation in the ninja world, illuminated this technology from an industrial perspective, the consumption involved would be enough to make Konoha's financial and logistical personnel scream in alarm.

Therefore, Sakumo Hatake's idea never existed from the beginning.

He knew that his idea would put Konoha's current finances in a difficult position, so he could only look on with a sigh of envy at Minato Namikaze, who was excitedly launching his own projectiles.

All around, young people were whispering among themselves.

"Does this seem like we can handle it all so easily? Aren't we being too relaxed?"

"Don't worry, we'll definitely be needed in the future."

"I'm more curious whether the city lord's mansion's treasures will still exist under such an attack?" This is rather greedy.

Of course, we're not talking about greed; we're talking about liking money and wanting to have a sweet and tender romance with it.

"Heh, thinking like that just shows how smug you are." Sarutobi Shikato chuckled, displaying a hint of superiority.

Although Sarutobi Shikato is not a top genius, he is still a member of the clan worth nurturing. After receiving guidance from Isogen, his strength has increased rapidly, and he can at least keep up with the team.

"When have you ever seen our eldest brother suffer a loss?"

The fishy smell and the lying were starting to rise, and some of them were already showing signs of crooked mouths.

"What are you laughing at? Time to get to work."

"Oh! Big brother's here!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Chapter 110 The City Lord's Mansion in the Dust

City Lord's Mansion.

The original prosperity and extravagance have vanished, replaced by an empty shell left after devastation.

Smoke, dust, and ashes from the burning are blown by the wind and dance with the heat wave.

The dense chakra waves lingered in the air, the barrier and the cannonballs mixed together, intertwining and weaving into a song of destruction.

Even in such a tragic state, there were still signs of life activity.