bacchusnovels Chapter 485 The Other Side
Chapter 485 The Other Side
A betrayal by an "ally" has begun.
In the wounded soldiers' camp of Iwagakure, several medical ninjas were bandaging a comrade who had lost an arm.
"Hold on! The situation at the front is bad, but as long as we get back to the village..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Three poisoned sages silently shot through the gaps in the tent, precisely piercing his neck.
Outside the tent, the Iwagakure ninja on guard didn't even have time to sound the alarm before a dark figure emerged from the poisonous mist and slit his throat with a sharp kusarigama.
Beside the Sunagakure supply depot, several ninjas were gathered around a campfire, cursing the damned weather and Konoha's Golden Flash.
"Once we win this battle, I'm definitely going to have some fun in Tanzaku Street!"
"Dream on! Didn't you see the Tsuchikage's face turn green?"
Suddenly, one of them felt a chill down his spine. He instinctively turned around and saw only a cold face wearing a breathing mask.
Then, a sharp pain came from my chest.
He looked down and saw a bloodied knife tip protruding from his chest.
The sparks from the detonating tags lit up one after another throughout the camp.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resource depot was blown into the air, and food mixed with rainwater was scattered everywhere.
The armory experienced a violent secondary explosion, sending countless kunai and shuriken flying everywhere, causing even more horrific secondary casualties.
Heart-wrenching screams and terrified cries rose and fell.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"It's Rain Ninja! It's Hanzo's men! They've gone mad!"
"Why?! Aren't we allies?!"
Within minutes, the entire rear of the Allied forces was transformed from an orderly base camp into a living hell.
These Iwa and Suna ninjas were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter when faced with a poisoned, silent blade.
front.
Onoki grabbed a pair of binoculars from one of his trusted aides, his hands trembling slightly from the effort.
He pointed his camera in the direction from which the riot was coming.
In his field of vision, a familiar, swirling purple poisonous fog was greedily devouring his last camp.
Countless black shadows moved through the poisonous fog, efficiently reaping lives.
At the very center of that poisonous fog, a tall figure wearing a huge breathing mask stood silently, like a king who held the reins of death.
Hanzo the Salamander!
click-
Onoki crushed the telescope in his hand.
An uncontrollable rage, a mixture of betrayal and despair, erupted from his chest, transforming into a roar that resounded throughout the entire battlefield.
"Hanzo! You bastard! How dare you betray us?!"
……
Uchiha Ran's consciousness sank and floated in boundless darkness and excruciating pain.
Am I dead?
Perhaps...
My lungs felt like a broken bellows that had been burned through; every weak breath brought out scalding hot blood foam.
My vision was filled with a thick, alternating red and darkness, and every inch of my body screamed as it disintegrated.
He remembered the explosion, remembered the moment he pushed the captain out, and how the scorching blast of air tore through his back.
As a member of the Uchiha clan, and more importantly, as a ninja of Konoha, it was worth it.
This was the last complete thought he had before his consciousness completely dissipated.
Just as this flame of life, named "Uchiha Ran," was about to be completely extinguished.
A footstep stopped at the edge of the pit.
A burly Iwagakure ninja looked down at the "corpse" at the bottom of the pit.
His headband bore the insignia of Iwagakure, and his face was covered in war scars, which now twisted and creased together with a cruel smile.
He examined the blood-stained fan-shaped emblem on the tattered clothing.
"Uchiha..."
The Iwagakure ninja chewed on the surname in a low voice, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
He slowly raised the kunai in his hand, its blade reflecting a cold light in the gloomy sky. He prepared to go down and completely slit the throat of this Uchiha brat, taking the Sharingan that was still stubbornly maintaining its one-tomoe form as his trophy.
Just as his foot was about to step into the pit.
boom!
A pitch-black wall suddenly rose up between him and Uchiha Ran without warning!
That wasn't soil, but rather composed of countless fine, black gravel grains that gleamed with a metallic sheen.
The surface of the Iron Sand Wall is as smooth as a mirror, yet it carries a deathly stillness that devours all light.
An indescribable, bone-chilling coldness shot from the soles of the Iwagakure ninja's feet straight to the top of his head without warning.
That wasn't murderous intent, but a higher level of absolute fear, as if one's level of life had been completely crushed.
His muscles stiffened instantly, his mind went blank, and he couldn't even muster the thought of running away.
A figure appeared silently before him, as if emerging from the shadows.
White cloak, dark blue short hair.
The third generation of Wind Shadow, the Fierce Gate.
"Uchiha brat,"
Liemen's voice was hoarse and devoid of emotion, as if he were simply stating a given fact: "You cannot die here yet."
These words, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, abruptly pulled Uchiha Ran's nearly extinguished consciousness back to life.
With her last bit of strength, Uchiha Ran managed to lift half of her eyelids.
Through his blurred vision, he saw that legendary figure, the "strongest Kazekage" of Sunagakure, who was listed at the top of all Konoha ninja's kill list.
He... saved me?
Why?
Vigilance and confusion were his last thoughts. His strength completely drained, his eyelids closed heavily, and the world returned to darkness.