Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 174 Why are you so captivating?

"Now! Immediately! Get the hell out of here!"

The gray-clad ninja in the lead suddenly rushed forward like a madman, because in an instant, he sensed that the chakra threads he had laid out in the road had been cut off.

The attack was swift and decisive, with no attempt to conceal its intentions as it charged towards him.

Seeing their captain in such a state, the other ninjas realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately released the puppet seal, entering battle mode.

That young ninja, though he didn't seem very reliable, moved very quickly at the crucial moment, instantly assuming a fighting stance.

However, just as they sent the signal and began to scatter and deploy, a huge fireball fell from the sky.

boom!!

"Magnet Release: Sand Shield!" The captain summoned a sand shield at the last second, blocking the deadly fireball.

However, he did manage to block it, but the next second, dozens of red-eyed people dressed in black appeared in his line of sight, each with their bright red lanterns shining, their eyes fixed on the dozen or so gray-clad ninjas present.

"They've arrived as expected... Our movements have been completely tracked along the way."

The captain, who was leading the group, was sweating profusely. Although he was not afraid of fighting, the dozens of Sharingan ninjas facing him still made him feel the threat of death.

"Heh, you've gathered so many people here, don't you know we're just scouts? Senior Liedou will surround you soon. We've brought over three hundred elite ninjas this time, and you'll all die."

Upon hearing this, Ban seemed to have heard a funny joke, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips: "Hehe, we don't know if we will die, but you should die first."

As his words fell, the dozens of Uchiha clansmen behind him drew their weapons almost simultaneously without hesitation. Looking at Madara Uchiha, the smile on his face had vanished completely, replaced by an icy coldness in his eyes.

A large amount of Yin-attribute chakra gathered together, even causing the surrounding air to drop slightly. The gray-clad captain at the head felt his eyelids twitching wildly. He wasn't unaware that there was a behemoth called the Uchiha clan in this forest of the Land of Fire, but now that they were actually facing him, he realized just how insane these people... no, these monsters were.

He couldn't see any emotional fluctuations in those dozens of Sharingan eyes. Even the evil power and indifferent calm in those young faces made him feel deeply terrified.

"It seems... we have to give it our all..." the gray-clad captain sighed softly.

He was under immense pressure and knew he was likely doomed today, but... he turned to look at the young man beside him, a pang of heartache shooting through his eyes. This young man, though impetuous and inexperienced, possessed remarkable talent in puppetry, and now... he was to die here—it was truly heartbreaking.

From the moment they appeared to the moment they finished speaking, less than a minute had passed. However, Madara couldn't wait that long. He had already stated that he wanted to end the battle within five minutes. Now, one minute had passed, leaving only four minutes. Although it was a bit rushed, it was enough...

Moreover, Hashirama is tasked with a much more important mission: to hold off a large force. He cannot waste time here.

......

After receiving news that Madara had quickly eliminated the group of scouts, Hashirama realized that a critical moment had arrived. He kept adjusting his breathing, trying to calm himself down, but he was now facing not just the Land of Wind.

Moreover, according to the information they provided, the so-called Wind Fierce Fighter was also among the ninjas from the Land of Wind this time. Although it was unknown exactly how powerful he was, he was still a strong veteran.

"If only we had a little more time..." Hashirama murmured.

His gaze swept over the ninja army rapidly approaching him, and he sighed softly. Then, Hashirama drew the enormous katana, resembling a cleaver, from his back, his expression becoming incredibly serious, completely unlike his usual airheaded self.

No one spoke; they simply watched as the other side approached. However, the ninjas from the Land of Wind seemed extremely confident, each making no attempt to conceal their chakra fluctuations as they rapidly made their way towards them.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were less than two hundred paces apart, and began to face off in a clearing in the middle of a forest.

"May I ask you, fellow ninjas of the Land of Wind, what important matter brings you to our Land of Fire? Perhaps we can sit down and talk, and perhaps we can treat each other as friends."

Hashirama made some perfunctory remarks, knowing that his words were essentially meaningless, since the enemy was already at his doorstep.

The ninjas of the Land of Wind are dressed quite differently from those of the ninjas of Konoha. The Land of Wind is mostly desert, with a hot climate and intense sunlight, so their attire often consists of long robes, headscarves, and face coverings, revealing only their sharp eyes.

However, among this crowd, there was a middle-aged man who appeared to be less bundled up. Although he too wore a long robe, he wasn't wearing a hood; only the tight-fitting combat uniform extending from his neck to his chin revealed that he was fully covered underneath...

The man glanced at the Konoha forces, noticing Hashirama at the head, and frowned slightly: "Where are your Uchiha clan members? Who severely injured Shamon? Hand them over, or else..."

As the man spoke, his robes fluttered without wind, and a strong wave of chakra surged forth. Without even forming hand seals, an invisible mass of wind-attribute chakra gathered around his body.

Hashirama's eyelids twitched, a slight shock washing over him... This man was strong, an absolute powerhouse. However...

"You must be Senior Wind Lord Liedou. Are you really determined to invade our homeland, ninjas of the Land of Wind?"

Hashirama silently compared the two opponents in his mind. Although the opponent was strong, he was still far inferior to his deceased father, Senju Butsuma.

At first glance, Senju Butsuma may seem unremarkable, but those who have fought him know and deeply understand what it means to overcome all techniques with sheer force. He has no other magical secrets or incomprehensible bizarre abilities; his only advantage lies in the Senju clan's bloodline, developed to its fullest potential—he is simply unbeatable in combat.

When Lie Dou's identity was exposed, he laughed, but there was no joy in his laughter, only disdain and anger.

"So you're the so-called patriarch of the Senju clan? You're just a greenhorn. You can stop asking such naive questions and hand over the culprit who attacked Shamon, or you'll die."

As soon as Lie Dou finished speaking, he moved with lightning speed, almost invisible, towards Hashirama. Hashirama's pupils contracted, and he immediately raised his sword to block.

Clang!

In the instant he parried the attack, Hashirama discovered that his opponent was empty-handed, using his claws to forcefully create sparks against his greatsword.

The probing attack was blocked by Hashirama, and Retsuto quickly retreated. His speed was incredibly fast and he was very agile, giving the impression that beneath his robe was not flesh and blood, but a wisp of air that was carrying him.

"Since that's the case, then we have nothing more to say. War, I'm all too familiar with it..." Hashirama raised his greatsword once more, and his aura began to gradually rise.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the ninjas behind Hashirama drew their weapons and launched an attack without hesitation.

The same applies to the Land of Wind. In this situation where there's not much to say, fighting is the purest way to go. After all, everyone here is a seasoned ninja; whoever has the bigger fist is the only truth.

Retsuto chuckled, unbuttoning his robe to reveal a black ninja bodysuit. As he spoke again, the hand seals he formed were incredibly fast.

"Young man, I can see that your strength is indeed passable, but I am the strongest person in the entire Wind Kingdom. How do you intend to defeat me...?"

"Wind Release: Sand Scattering Technique!"

It's unclear exactly how many hand seals were formed, but the instant the ninjutsu erupted, the air currents swirled rapidly, and the surrounding gale began to whip up pebbles. Sand, seemingly appearing from nowhere, instantly filled the entire battlefield along with the wind...

Hashirama found it hard to believe that his opponent had used a seemingly weak but absolutely disgusting ninjutsu right from the start.