Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 447 Light Cyclone Popsicle Launches with Jiraiya's Twin-Style Ball

However, just when Graystone thought everything was settled...

Not far from his feet, a trident-shaped kunai that he had previously completely ignored, stuck diagonally in the damp soil, suddenly flickered.

A faint, almost negligible golden light.

not good!

A chill ran up from the very bottom of his spine and instantly exploded on his scalp.

But it was all too late.

"I feel looked down upon."

A gentle, yet slightly cold and mocking voice whispered in his ear.

Graystone's body froze completely.

He could clearly feel a highly condensed chakra mass, emitting a high-frequency rotating hum, pressing firmly against his back.

He didn't even have time to turn around.

"The Light Cyclone Popsicle unleashes Jiraiya's Double-Style Ball—!"

"What the hell is that light??"

There was no time for Graystone to think.

That raging blue chakra ball was already imprinted on his back.

boom--!!

A terrifying rotational force, indescribable in words, erupted in an instant.

The phrase "destroying everything in its path" seems too gentle.

That force was pure tearing and crushing, piercing through his proud Jonin vest and shredding his flesh and bones.

Graystone's body arched into a bizarre shrimp shape.

He was propelled forward by this immense force and crashed heavily into the newly closed, indestructible "Mountain and Earth Technique" rock sphere.

"Thump!"

A deafeningly loud bang.

He slid softly to the ground like a lump of mud.

Blood gushed from the grotesque, spiraling hole in his back.

My vision is rapidly blurring and dimming.

In the last moment before his consciousness completely faded, he saw the blond youth, after killing him, flash by once more.

They appeared like ghosts on another part of the battlefield.

Another blue pellet appeared in his hand, and he easily dispatched another Iwa ninja who was preparing to launch a sneak attack in the same unreasonable way.

"So...those kunai that seemed to have missed their mark...were all landmarks..."

"How could... such a technique exist...?"

Snapped.

Graystone's body collapsed limply to the ground, the gruesome bloody hole on his back silently testifying to his final despair.

The commander's sudden death caused the Iwagakure ninja, who had just been well-trained, to become visibly stiff and chaotic in their movements.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Obito had just repelled an enemy with a powerful fireball and was still basking in the excitement of fighting alongside Kakashi.

At that moment, an experienced Iwa ninja silently advanced to his flank.

"You brat, die!"

A hoarse, sinister laugh exploded in Obito's ears.

The rock ninja's right arm was instantly covered by thick rocks, transforming into a ferocious giant fist that crashed down with a whoosh of wind!

"Earth Release: Rock Fist Technique!"

Heavy blow!

Obito's Sharingan caught the other's movements, but his body reacted a fraction of a second too late.

boom!

A dull cracking sound.

The rock fist slammed solidly into his chest.

An irresistible force struck him, and Obito felt as if his internal organs had been displaced by the punch. He was sent flying backward uncontrollably like a stone that had been smashed.

"Obito!"

Rin Nohara's exclamation was tinged with a hint of a sob.

Kakashi's movements suddenly froze.

Those dark eyes, which had always been as calm as an ancient well, suddenly narrowed, revealing obvious panic for the first time.

He wanted to go to the rescue, but the several Iwa ninja in front of him were like hungry wolves that had smelled blood, and they clung to him tightly.

The Iwa ninja who succeeded in his attack clearly had no intention of giving Obito any chance to catch his breath.

He pushed off with his feet and charged towards Obito, who was still in the air. Chakra condensed again on his petrified fist, ready to deliver a fatal blow!

A hair's breadth away.

A golden light flashed.

The rock ninja didn't see what happened at all; he only felt a blur before his eyes.

"Oh, Bittoo, I'm not late, am I?"

Minato Namikaze didn't even look at him, but simply said something calmly.

The next second, he exerted a slight force with his palm, so fast that only a blurry afterimage remained, and the specially made kunai in his hand precisely sliced ​​across the other person's neck.

Blood spurted out.

The Iwa ninja swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Minato's figure flashed again, appearing behind Obito who was about to crash into the mountain wall, and reached out his hand to catch him steadily.

"Cough cough..."

Obito coughed violently, the tearing pain in his chest almost making him faint, but he still forced a smile.

"teacher…………"

The entire process was extremely fast.

It happened so fast that everyone present felt an absurd sense of time and space being severed.

Obito, who was rescued, was then safely placed by Minato Namikaze outside the battle zone, next to Rin Nohara.

"Lin, take good care of him."

Minato stood up, his golden hair fluttering slightly in the chaotic airflow.

His gaze swept across the entire battlefield, and his originally gentle aura now became as sharp as a knife.

With a flicker, he vanished from his spot in an instant.

Rin Nohara stared blankly at Obito, who was placed on the ground, and then looked at the golden flash in the distance that seemed to be a god moving across the battlefield. For a moment, she forgot to move.

She stretched out her hand, and a bright green chakra light immediately shone in her palm.

"Obito... are you alright...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Obito grabbed Rin's wrist. Behind his goggles, his eyes burned with a light he had never seen before, a light that was a mixture of resentment and determination.

"Lin..."

"I...I can still fight!"

Obito struggled, trying to sit up from Rin Nohara's healing light, the excruciating pain in his chest making each breath feel like swallowing shards of glass.

He gripped Lin's wrist tightly with one hand, and behind his goggles, his eyes burned with a flame he had never seen before, a flame that was a mixture of resentment and determination.

He looked at the golden figure in the distance that kept flashing and reaping the lives of the enemy, and then looked at Kakashi, who was fighting a bloody battle not far away, holding his flank firmly with a short sword.

shame.

An unprecedented sense of shame, mixed with the relief of being rescued, burned his heart like boiling lava.

He, the future Hokage, Obito Uchiha, was almost beaten to death by a flurry of punches.

"Don't move."

Rin Nohara increased the output of chakra in her palm, and the emerald green light became softer and warmer. "I almost broke a rib!"

Obito's body stiffened, and he realized that with Rin's treatment, the excruciating pain that had almost suffocated him was slowly subsiding.

Just then, a silver-white shadow flashed past him.

It's Kakashi.

The white fang dagger in his hand was crackling with tiny bolts of lightning, its blade slicing through the rain and leaving a poignant arc of electricity in the dim forest.

"Pfft!"

An Iwa ninja who was trying to bypass him and rush towards Obito and Rin stopped abruptly.

A thin, black line, burned by an electric current, appeared on his neck.

Kakashi didn't turn around, but coldly uttered a few words in an extremely calm tone, as if stating something insignificant.

"The battlefield is not a place to show off."

"Kakashi, I..."

Obito coughed up another mouthful of blood, unable to refute it.