Naruto: The Tavern Speech Begins to Make the Land of Rain Great

surrender?

Hanzo would rather die in battle than live in humiliation.

It was he who founded Amegakure.

It was him who never bowed his head, even when facing the three great ninja villages.

Now, you want me to bow down to you?

Impossible.

Hanzo gasped for breath, sensing the remaining chakra within his body, his eyes fierce.

"Kid, do you think I'd surrender?"

Instead of receiving a response from Watanabe Tetsu, Hanzo was attacked by several Akatsuki Jonin.

The ninjas' teamwork was impeccable, and every attack was extremely fierce, giving Hanzo almost no chance to catch his breath.

It was also because Hanzo had expended too much energy in his previous offensive that he was now somewhat overwhelmed.

Faced with frequent attacks from all directions, Hanzo had no choice but to stay alert, maneuvering and dodging with every slash and thrust.

Although he still appeared to be handling things with ease, Hanzo knew that his chakra and stamina were rapidly decreasing.

He can't sustain this high-intensity match for long.

The attacks from the Akatsuki ninjas left Hanzo barely able to break free, let alone retaliate with ninjutsu.

Even a powerful Kage-level expert like him would find it difficult to deal with more than twenty Jonin if he didn't break through that barrier.

Hanzo knew that if this continued, he would eventually collapse here.

What frustrated him even more was that, without the wide-range killing power of the salamander, he appeared extremely clumsy on this battlefield and lacked the ability to counter human wave tactics.

Hanzo raised his eyes with difficulty and glanced at Tianxie Valley, which was his only way out.

Beside the Tianxie Valley, a dozen or so surviving Rain Village ninjas were still fighting to the death.

Although it's called a life-or-death struggle, it's actually a last-ditch resistance.

They were already covered in wounds, their once abundant chakra depleted, and they were fighting only with their last bit of willpower.

However, even if these ninjas were all Jonin like Shinta, it would be difficult for them to defend themselves against a number of Akatsuki ninjas that outnumbered them several times over.

Hanzo withdrew his gaze and glanced again at the group of Akatsuki ninja surrounding him, his eyes filled with incomprehension.

He didn't understand why ninjas with Jonin-level strength, who were the backbone of various ninja villages, would choose to serve Watanabe Tetsu.

Amegakure is clearly the legitimate ninja organization of the Land of Rain.

Amegakure Village clearly possesses a far richer foundation than Akatsuki.

Hanzo was clearly much stronger.

...

"Iaijutsu!"

A flash of cold light appeared, and Hanzo's sword rose and fell, the head of an Akatsuki Jonin fell to the ground.

But the other ninjas did not waver in the slightest; they showed no fear and continued to launch an attack on him.

This near-life-for-life exchange caused Hanzo to stagger back a few steps, where he stood his scythe upright on the ground.

Looking up again, there was another corpse on the ground.

His chakra was completely depleted.

In return, six Jonin and fourteen Chunin of the Akatsuki were killed.

This result is not exactly impressive.

But it's not bad either.

Hanzo's originally upright figure gradually bent, and he leaned against the scythe standing on the ground.

His eyes were slightly unfocused, but he was still staring intently at the Jonin of the Akatsuki.

In just ten minutes, Hanzo, despite being surrounded, managed to wipe out a large group of Akatsuki ninjas.

The price was that he no longer had the strength to pick up a sickle.

"Is it over?"

Watanabe Tetsu was also panting heavily. His once neat woolen overcoat had been ripped in dozens of places by Hanzo during the battle.

He took the long sword handed to him by Kuroda, feeling the little chakra left in his body.

He slowly walked forward.

"Are you here to humiliate me?"

Hanzo's body began to tremble slightly, indicating that he was close to collapsing.

But his dignity as the leader of Amegakure made him unwilling to fall in this way.

"Humiliation? I have no interest in doing that."

"You win, kill me now."

Watanabe Toru's gaze remained indifferent as he looked at the unruly Hanzo.

There was no pity, no triumph, and no sorrow.

Then, he stabbed her with a knife.

The sharp longsword pierced straight through Hanzo's body.

Hanzo spat out a mouthful of warm blood, and his body trembled violently twice, but he did not fall down.

"Sizzle!"

The long sword was suddenly drawn, and a column of reddish-brown blood spurted out from Hanzo's body.

Hanzo lowered his body slightly, but held his head high.

Watanabe Tetsu turned away, no longer looking at the once spirited demigod who had declared war on the three great nations.

He returned the long sword to Kuroda.

...

It's still raining.

Rainwater flowed over the corpses scattered on the ground, washing away the original scarlet color of the ground.

The arrival of the Akatsuki medical team began treating the heavily injured ninjas.

Blood vials, bandages, medical ninjutsu.

"Here! This patient still shows signs of life!"

"A hemostatic bandage! I need a hemostatic bandage!"

"Mommy, Mommy!"

The medical teams began operating like sophisticated instruments, providing medical assistance to wounded friendly forces on the battlefield.

Here, everything seems exactly the same as at the beginning.

However, the corpses on the ground testified to what had happened here.

There were ninjas from Amegakure and ninjas from Akatsuki.

Xiaoguang will win.

They won decisively.

They won the battle with an overwhelming advantage.

They annihilated a thousand-strong army of Amegakure and even killed Hanzo, the leader of Amegakure.

But a heavy feeling still lingered in Watanabe Tetsu's heart.

He looked at the familiar faces lying on the ground.

They placed their trust in themselves without hesitation.

Every laugh, silence, or inner turmoil in daily life.

Everything is magnified infinitely at this moment.

Watanabe Tetsu could clearly call out their names.

Because these people are his followers along the way.

They support Watanabe Toru, they trust Watanabe Toru, and they are willing to dedicate themselves to the Xiaoguang Society.

Those corpses, one by one, weighed heavily on Watanabe Toru's heart, like stacks of straw.

A somber atmosphere hung over the battlefield.

Until a hoarse voice rang out.

"Friends of Xiaoguang Society, we have won!"

"But some of our comrades from the Xiaoguang Society are no longer able to fight alongside us."

"I will remember them, Xiaoguang will remember them, their sacrifices will definitely not have been in vain."

Watanabe Toru turned to look at Hayakawa Hitomi, who was taking stock of the death toll and losses.

"Xiaoguang Society will give every soldier a proper burial, compensate each family member with two million taels of silver, and inscribe their names on a monument at every Xiaoguang Society base."

Watanabe paused, knowing it was time to restore morale to its peak.

"Comrades, we have defeated an unimaginable behemoth! We have succeeded!"

"Next, we must regroup and liberate Amegakure!"

"Target: Amegakure!"