Having made up his mind, Qingming no longer hesitated. He immediately raised his hand, formed seals, and activated his jutsu—Mind Communication Technique! Although it is important to keep some secrets, this was clearly not the time to hide anything.
Indeed, with his current speed, he could return to the stronghold in less than two minutes. However, the enemy's squad of Mist Ninjas was also not far from the stronghold. In such a short distance, two minutes could greatly affect many things.
After a brief moment of thought, he decided to reveal his Mind Communication Technique. Fortunately, after practicing for the past two days, his Mind Communication Technique had reached Level 3, allowing him to communicate freely with anyone, except his Shadow Clone, within a five-kilometer range. Only now could he safely use it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the opportunity.
With these thoughts in his mind, Qingming contacted Sano Nobuhisa.
"Qingming?" Sano Nobuhisa hesitated before speaking. Clearly, he hadn't expected Qingming to have mastered a secret technique from the Yamanaka clan.
Qingming didn't bother to explain. He simply stated, "A squad of Mist Ninjas is coming from the south, their numbers are around…"
Qingming glanced down at the Mist Ninjas and roughly counted before continuing, "There are about 260 of them."
Upon hearing this, Sano Nobuhisa stopped questioning how Qingming had learned the Mind Communication Technique and immediately asked, "What is the enemy's strength? What are their exact positions?"
Qingming activated his Sharingan and observed the Mist Ninjas below. After a brief pause, he answered, "There are around ten Jonin, about 170 Chunin, and the rest are Genin. As for their position…"
"They are about four kilometers from the stronghold."
"Four kilometers?" Sano Nobuhisa pondered for a moment, then ordered, "Qingming, delay their advance as much as possible. I will send reinforcements immediately."
"Just as I thought…" Qingming had already anticipated that, as long as he didn't return to the stronghold, he would inevitably be asked to delay the enemy's progress. Even if he had just flown back, he would still have been asked to return and continue the mission to hinder the enemy's advance.
After all, with his flight ability, he was the most suitable for this task. He didn't go back to the stronghold to deliver the message for this very reason.
Fortunately, as he had just reported, the Mist Ninjas' overall strength wasn't overwhelming and was within his ability to handle. Therefore, he agreed without hesitation.
Breaking the communication, Qingming focused all his attention on the Mist Ninjas below. By this time, they had noticed him. However, he was flying so high that their attacks couldn't reach him, so none of them tried to strike him yet.
Qingming observed the Mist Ninjas, noticing their advancing speed had slowed. Several Mist Jonin gathered together, discussing something while glancing up at him. Without a doubt, they were strategizing on how to deal with him.
However, Qingming wasn't concerned. As long as he didn't lower his altitude, they wouldn't be able to touch him, no matter what they discussed. This was the advantage of flying ninjutsu.
To his surprise, after a brief discussion, the Mist Jonin decided to ignore him and continued leading their team forward. As a result, their previous slowdown was reversed, and their speed increased once again.
Seeing this, Qingming furrowed his brow. This posed a problem for him. Indeed, his safety was guaranteed by flying at a high altitude, out of reach of their attacks. But at the same time, this height prevented him from influencing their advance with his jutsu.
Therefore, the Mist Ninjas could easily disregard his threat and continue their march. On the other hand, if he chose to lower his altitude, he would inevitably face attacks from numerous enemies, significantly increasing his risk.
After trailing them for a few hundred meters, Qingming sighed and muttered to himself, "Fine, I'll face this sooner or later, so I might as well take action now!"
With that thought, Qingming's expression hardened. He found the densest part of the Mist Ninja group and gently flapped his chakra wings. Then, like a cannonball, he dove toward them.
As expected, seeing him dive down, the Mist Jonin immediately ordered the team to halt and prepare for an attack. The distance between the two sides grew smaller, and it seemed that Qingming would soon enter their attack range.
However, just as he was about to enter range, he suddenly pulled up sharply. His flight trajectory traced a beautiful "U" shape in the air.
Indeed, Qingming intended to strike, but this didn't mean he was going to collide head-on with them. After all, he held absolute initiative and could engage in frequent harassment, playing the "wolf is coming" game. As long as he could slow down their advance, it didn't matter whether he made an attack or not.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
Seeing Qingming once again dodge out of their attack range, some of the Mist Ninjas, unwilling to give up, threw their kunai at him. Unfortunately, Qingming's speed and agility were too much for the kunai to even get close.
Once again soaring into the sky, Qingming didn't immediately make another dive. Instead, he hovered at a high altitude, quietly observing the Mist Ninjas below.
After a brief pause, the Mist Ninjas resumed their advance, unable to do anything against Qingming. However, before they could cover much distance, Qingming once again descended, pretending to be preparing for an attack.
Seeing this, the Mist Ninjas dared not gamble and had no choice but to stop again and adopt a defensive stance.
Unfortunately, this time, Qingming performed another feint. After descending to a critical height, he immediately ascended once more.
Below, the Mist Ninjas were thrown into confusion. Returning to his high vantage point, Qingming nodded in satisfaction as he saw the result of his harassment. This was exactly the effect he had wanted.
"Huh?" Suddenly, Qingming noticed that the Mist Jonin had gathered again. He couldn't tell what they were discussing, but within less than a minute, they split up once more.
Each Jonin led half of their team in different directions, heading east and west.
"What are they doing?" Qingming watched their movements, his mind filled with uncertainty. But soon, he understood their plan.
The Mist Ninjas had split into two roughly equal teams, each moving about a hundred meters apart before stopping and turning back toward the stronghold. Clearly, their goal was to spread out the risk.
By splitting into two teams, they ensured that at least one group would make it to their destination. Moreover, because the two teams weren't far apart, if one group became entangled with him, the other could quickly assist. If one group couldn't defeat him, the other could decide whether or not to intervene.
It was a clever tactic, and Qingming had to admit, even he was impressed by their quick thinking.
"Pity," he murmured to himself, "No matter how clever the plan, it's all meaningless in the face of absolute strength."
With that, Qingming flapped his wings and dived directly toward the group heading east.
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