Konoha: This Uchiha is extremely sneaky

Chapter 200 Illusion

The night in the land of grass is completely silent.

A light mist began to spread across the grassland in this plain.

From a distance, it looked like a typical morning mist in a forest. Although it was a bit early, it didn't attract anyone's attention.

After all, there's not much time left until dawn!

Within this thin mist, a square barrier stands, enveloping a patch of ruins.

A sliver of pure white moonlight shone silently, making the place seem like a ghostly realm.

Amidst these rubble, apart from the faint groans of pain that could not be contained, there was not a single other sound.

"It's about time to start working on the next step of the plan!"

Looking around, Toshiro didn't say anything more, simply telling his kinsmen to proceed according to the original plan.

"Everyone, please be careful!"

However, at the very end, he was still a little worried and reminded his fellow clansmen.

These people had all followed him through countless battles and barely managed to survive until now. If possible, he didn't want anything to happen to any of them.

"..."

Without saying much, everyone, including Shisui, simply nodded to Toshiro and then, in groups of three, infiltrated the dilapidated stronghold to begin their final roundup.

They knew that this was their most dangerous moment.

Those ordinary chunin and genin might not have been able to escape their surprise attack. However, some experienced veteran chunin and jonin were caught off guard by the sudden attack and didn't react in time.

At this moment, they must all be hiding underground or behind the collapsed buildings, carefully observing any movement in the stronghold.

Once they figure out the situation, or gather a few companions, their troubles will begin.

Meanwhile, Toshiro was not idle either. He took out a green flute from his waist, put it to his lips, and began to play it slowly.

Then a melodious flute tune, like a young girl's lament, entered the ears of every Iwa ninja who heard it.

The melody is tender and plaintive, like a lament.

A melody of moonlit clouds and sea of ​​clouds began to echo through this battlefield of carnage.

As the flute music began, one by one, the hidden Iwa ninjas would involuntarily start humming along, thus revealing their positions.

He made himself a sitting duck, and his life was taken away by the Uchiha clan members who were in groups of three, reaping the lives of the wounded Iwa ninja.

"Oh no...it's an illusion!"

It was that Iwa ninja wearing the red headscarf who was the first to notice that something was wrong.

As soon as he heard the flute music, he felt as if he were on a white cloud, with soft clouds beneath him and an endless sea of ​​clouds all around him.

A bright, white moon was casting its cool, clear light upon the sea of ​​clouds, and also upon itself.

Add to that the melodious flute music, and I felt an irresistible urge to immerse myself in this picturesque scenery forever.

However, his mental strength as a Jonin allowed him to react immediately and dispel the genjutsu that could control him without his knowledge.

"We can't continue to be so passive!"

"If we can't stop the person casting this illusion, no one in this stronghold will be able to escape!"

Hiding underground, he was observing every move in the stronghold using his own secret techniques. As he watched his companions being easily taken away by the attackers, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Especially those wounded who were just screaming involuntarily were becoming fewer and fewer!

At this point, someone has to step forward and interrupt them!

Seeing the figure playing the "Sound of Death," he gritted his teeth and decided to test the waters.

"Earth Release: Earth Dragon Bullet"

As a clay dragon head took shape on the ground, it spat out a large number of mud bullets filled with chakra, which rained down on Toshiro's figure.

At this point, every single one of the Iwa ninja in the stronghold who was still able to move around was accounted for.

Seeing that others were making their moves, each person launched their long-planned offensives. In an instant, the entire stronghold became incredibly lively.

Ninjutsu techniques such as earth-shattering, earth-dragon, and earth-dragon were used to attack the Uchiha clansmen who were harvesting the wounded.

The ninjas who survived the attack knew that although they had broken free from the enemy's genjutsu, this only applied to powerful ninjas like themselves. The surviving Chunin and others probably didn't have that ability.

If a master illusionist were allowed to unleash their illusions without restraint, their fate would almost certainly be sealed. Therefore, if someone were to take the lead, they would immediately step forward, not necessarily to defeat the opponent outright, but even to save their companions.

"This is... an illusionary clone?"

With a barrage of earth and mud projectiles, the Earth Dragon struck Toshiro's figure, but the expected genjutsu cessation did not occur.

The opponent's figure only rippled slightly after being struck by the ninjutsu that pierced through him, before returning to normal. It was like the moon reflected in water, returning to its original state as the ripples subsided.

Even the opponent's flute playing didn't change in the slightest because of his attack. It was as if none of this had ever happened.

If it weren't for his companions occasionally rescuing those under illusion spells, he would have thought none of this had ever happened.

"What do we do! Jonin Tsuchimaki, their genjutsu is really troublesome! If we stay underground, it's fine, but once we come to the surface, the power of their genjutsu will become even more terrifying!"

Just then, a chakra that felt very familiar to the Jonin slowly approached.

He also said.

"We must find a way to deal with their genjutsu ninjas, otherwise, even if we go up, we'll be suppressed!"

"I know! But I just tested them out, and as you saw, it was just a smokescreen! Their real body is nowhere to be found!"

As he spoke, his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and he didn't forget to ask, "How are we doing now? How many people are left?"

(End of this chapter)