It had been almost half a month since Lin Yu arrived at the Battlefield of the Land of Rain, and he hadn't completed any of his four missions. Three of them were impossible to complete, and the other one he didn't dare to, for fear of getting beaten.
In the large tent, Lin Yu, busy treating the wounded, wiped the sweat from his face and sighed. There was still more than half a month left, and he didn't know if he would make it in time. It seemed he had to find a reason to try his luck on the battlefield.
Alas, but how should he find a reason?
Lin Yu's expression darkened, and he sighed again. This made the middle-aged Ninja lying on the bed extremely terrified. Could it be that his life was short?
But I only broke my limbs. Could it be that I have an incurable disease!
Wuwu, Mother, I'm sorry, please forgive your unfilial son... Lin Yu didn't know that his sighing appearance made the Ninja he was treating think so much, even coming up with his last will.
After skillfully bandaging and fixing his limbs, Lin Yu walked to the next injured person... In the command center.
Orochimaru sat at the head of the table, with Jiraiya and Tsunade on either side. The rest were Konoha Jonin, about twenty-odd people, and a sand table map model was placed in the center.
Orochimaru looked at the sand table with a solemn expression and said, "Currently, there have been 26 small-scale group battles with Amegakure Ninja, 7 surprise attacks, and no less than 15 skirmishes between elite squads. We have lost more than we've won, and the situation is very unfavorable for us!"
"Lord Orochimaru, although we haven't won any large-scale group battles, we can still accept these losses. As long as we continue this small-scale combat method, and wait for the Iwa Ninja and Suna Ninja to free up their hands..." a green-haired Jonin said confidently to Orochimaru.
Orochimaru didn't even look at that person, lowering his head to look at his two teammates.
The green-haired Jonin, facing Orochimaru's disregard, dared not speak his anger, and could only symbolically snort and sit down.
Tsunade stroked her fair chin and pondered, "After so many battles and skirmishes, there's no sign of the 'Demigod' Hanzou. Even you and I have already been on the battlefield and engaged in so many fights... This is a test! It seems Hanzou's appearance is not far off. Once he appears, it means he has made thorough preparations."
"I agree with Tsunade's opinion!" Jiraiya raised his hand in agreement.
"Hmm, I think so too. Notify the front-line Sensory Unit to strengthen their vigilance. Once there's any movement, inform me immediately." Orochimaru nodded. He also thought so, after all, Hanzou's caution was well-known.
"Report! Report, Lord Orochimaru, an urgent report from the front line! Hanzou is leading a large force and is not far from here!" A Chunin quickly burst into the tent to report to Orochimaru.
"What! What are the Sensory Unit doing? They only detected the enemy when they were at our doorstep, what a bunch of useless Ninja!" Orochimaru's face was grim. If the war failed for this reason, he would bear a great responsibility.
"Orochimaru, Tsunade, there's no time to discuss any strategies. Let's meet the legendary 'Demigod' of the Ninja World."
"That's all we can do."
...Battlefield of the Land of Rain.
Hanzou looked coldly at the three most prominent people in front: Tsunade, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya.
A cold, heavy metal-like voice came from behind his mask: "I appreciate talented Ninja. I'll give you three an opportunity: pledge allegiance to me and conquer the Ninja World with me."
"Pah, your tiny Land of Rain is not worthy of the Konoha princess defecting to you?" Tsunade's face was full of disdain.
"Enough with the nonsense, Hanzou, make your move. Let me experience the skill of the Ninja World's 'Demigod'!" Jiraiya shouted arrogantly at Hanzou.
Orochimaru extended his tongue and smiled sinisterly, his gaze fixed on Hanzou without a hint of slack.
"Since that's the case, my children, charge! Fight for Amegakure, fight for me!"
Hanzou's fanatical followers swarmed forward. In their eyes, the God of the Ninja World, the asura of the ninja world, was dead, and no one in the entire Ninja World was a match for Lord Hanzou. Victory would surely be theirs!
"Charge! Maintain formation! Akimichi Clan as the vanguard, Nara and Yamanaka Clans as flanking support, other squads cooperate with each other and adapt as needed. Hanzou is ours!"
"Yes! Lord Orochimaru!"
The battle was about to begin, but Lin Yu was still treating the wounded in the logistics medical department. He didn't know about any of this. Tsunade didn't have time to inform him, nor was it necessary, as he was only a Medical Ninja and didn't need to go to the battlefield.
Whew! Finally, the condition of this group of wounded was stabilized. Lin Yu's expression was a bit pale.
While using Mystical Palm Technique to treat the wounded, he also discovered a phenomenon: his Mystical Palm Technique could not only heal injuries but also help them quickly recover Chakra. The downside was that Lin Yu had to expend double the amount of Chakra to supply the wounded, which made it seem quite useless.
It was somewhat similar to Karin's physique; as long as she was bitten and her Chakra absorbed, injuries could be quickly healed, and Chakra could also be replenished.
Lin Yu left the large tent, preparing to rest for a bit. He still had to consider what to do about that cumulative mission, it was a real headache.
Hmm? Why are there so few people walking around outside today? Did they all go to a collective meeting? Or did Hanzou attack?
Lin Yu casually grabbed someone and asked him about the situation, "Oh, you still don't know? The Ninja World's 'Demigod' has already reached our doorstep! Lord Orochimaru, Lady Tsunade, and Lord Jiraiya are currently engaging the enemy!" After speaking, he quickly ran off.
Indeed! It's the battle where the Sannin made their name! After this battle, the Sannin's names will be known throughout the Ninja World.
And this is my last chance!
Lin Yu took off his white coat, put on his goggles, donned his trench coat, and darted towards the battlefield.
At this time, on the battlefield, Hanzou and the Konoha Sannin had already separated from the main forces and were fighting on a plain. They had no choice; their Ninjutsu was too powerful, and the range of effect was too wide. They might accidentally kill their own people.
Ding!
Orochimaru, holding a Kunai, blocked Hanzou's scythe, and took the opportunity to say to Hanzou, "How did you evade our Sensory Unit's detection and infiltrate so close to the camp?"
"Oh, you mean that? You'll know soon enough." Hanzou kicked Orochimaru away, then suddenly flashed away from his original spot.
"Heavenly Foot Pain!" Boom! The ground instantly cracked open, forming a large pit, surrounded by fissures, and rocks flew in all directions.
"Orochimaru, be serious. Just interrogate him after you defeat him!"
"What terrifying monstrous strength. If I were hit, even I wouldn't feel good." Hanzou calmly wiped his scythe, "Want to defeat me? Go back and train for another twenty years. Boar – Dog – Rooster – Monkey – Ram, Summoning Technique!"
Bang! After a burst of white smoke, an ugly, giant Giant Salamander appeared, twisting its plump body and spitting poison around.
"So that's it. You swallowed Ninja into the Giant Salamander's belly to infiltrate? Infiltrating from deep underground, avoiding detection, truly worthy of Hanzou." Orochimaru licked his lips and said sinisterly.
"Orochimaru! Don't suddenly praise the enemy, okay? Hurry up and use the antidote." Jiraiya felt speechless towards his close friend. At a time like this, he still had the mood to praise the enemy's tactics.