"Let's start with you guys."
Seeing the Kirigakure shinobi beginning to retreat, Yagami slowly turned his gaze toward one side of the battlefield.
There, Hiruzen Sarutobi was still locked in battle with the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
"Yata Mirror."
Yagami folded his hands in front of him.
Golden light gathered between his palms, bright and clear like a mirror.
Then, in the next instant, the beam shot forward.
The light streaked across the battlefield, ricocheting off several boulders along the way and forming a glowing path that led straight toward Hiruzen's position.
Yagami's body turned into particles of light.
Following that path, he crossed the distance in an instant.
Smack.
A hand landed lightly on Hiruzen's shoulder.
"Lord Third, leave these guys to me."
"Wha—?!"
The sudden touch made Hiruzen's entire body tense. For a moment, even the hair on his neck stood up.
When he turned his head, Yagami's lazy voice reached his ears.
"Yagami?!"
Hiruzen's eyes widened.
A moment ago, he had clearly seen Yagami standing far away on the other side of the battlefield.
And now, he was standing right behind him.
That speed…
It was absurd.
"Lord Third, are you all right?"
Yagami tilted his head, looking at him with mild curiosity.
He had only patted him once, yet Hiruzen's reaction made it look like he had almost sent him to the Pure Land.
"I'm fine. Don't underestimate me just because I'm old."
Hiruzen tightened his grip on the Adamantine Staff and answered stubbornly.
However, the slight trembling in his legs betrayed his true condition.
"You stubborn fool. Are you still trying to act tough?"
At that moment, the Adamantine Staff transformed back into Enma's true form and supported Hiruzen directly.
He could clearly feel it.
Hiruzen could barely draw out any more chakra.
Even after taking a soldier pill, his body had already been pushed close to its limit.
"Haa…"
Hiruzen exhaled slowly.
"Then I'll leave them to you."
He looked at Yagami with a serious expression.
In truth, he understood his own condition better than anyone.
If he kept forcing himself to fight, he would no longer be using chakra.
He would be burning away his life.
Yagami nodded lazily.
"Don't worry… for all that noise, they're still just swordsmen. I'll deal with them."
Hiruzen's mouth twitched.
A bunch of noisy swordsmen, huh…
These were the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
He had fought them for most of the night and still failed to bring them down.
If those seven were really nothing special, then his entire battle until now would look ridiculous.
Still, Hiruzen said nothing. With Enma supporting him, he withdrew some distance from the battlefield.
Across from them, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen stared at Yagami as if facing a monster.
They had all seen his speed.
But none of them dared to retreat.
Against someone that fast, turning their backs would be the same as offering him their necks.
"The Seven Ninja Swordsmen, huh?"
Yagami glanced toward the retreating Kirigakure army, then slowly turned his attention back to the seven men before him.
"I heard you're pretty good with blades."
Golden light flickered faintly around his body.
"So I'll give you two choices."
"First…"
Yagami raised one finger.
"Die by my sword."
Then he raised a second finger.
"Second…"
His smile became a little brighter, yet somehow more dangerous.
"Die by my ability."
He looked at them with that same relaxed, almost careless expression, as if the seven of them were not even worth taking seriously.
In the original future, these men would eventually be reduced to three survivors after facing Might Duy.
Today, Yagami had no intention of leaving even those three.
"You bastard…"
Jinpachi Munashi's face twisted with anger.
"Even the Third Hokage treated us as real opponents. Who do you think you are?"
The others looked just as furious.
They were the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
Even in Kirigakure, they were feared monsters.
When had anyone ever looked down on them like this?
"Oh?"
Yagami's tone remained slow and careless.
"So you're not choosing?"
He gave a faint sigh.
"What a shame. I don't think you'll last three minutes."
Behind him, Hiruzen frowned.
Even knowing Yagami was strong, those words were far too arrogant.
At that moment, photons gathered once more between Yagami's hands.
"Yata Mirror."
The golden beam shot out again.
It flew past the Seven Ninja Swordsmen and struck a rock behind them before bouncing at an angle.
In the next instant—
Yagami vanished.
"What?!"
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen immediately tensed and looked around.
Then, a lazy voice sounded from behind one of them.
"You're the oldest-looking one here, right?"
Jinin Akebino's pupils shrank.
Yagami's voice was right behind him.
"Then let's start with you."
Jinin turned his head in shock.
The last thing he saw was a leg wrapped in dazzling golden light expanding rapidly in his vision.
BOOM!
Yagami's kick slammed into Jinin Akebino's cheek.
The force exploded outward.
Jinin's body shot backward like a cannonball, breaking through the sound barrier as he flew across the battlefield.
A violent gust of wind swept over Hiruzen's head.
Immediately after—
BOOM!
A deafening crash erupted behind him.
Hiruzen turned around sharply.
One of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, who had been fighting him all night, was now embedded in Konoha's outer wall.
His head was bent at an unnatural angle.
He was dead.
Hiruzen's eyes widened.
For a moment, he could not speak.
So in Yagami's hands…
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen really this insignificant?
Even Enma, standing beside him, was silent.
He had sensed that Yagami was powerful.
But this…
This was beyond what he had expected.
"Blast Sword: Shibuki!"
The moment Jinin was sent flying, Jinpachi Munashi reacted.
He twisted his body and swung his massive sword horizontally toward Yagami.
The blade looked like a giant scroll wrapped around a sword, its surface covered in countless explosive tags.
"Hmm…"
Yagami did not dodge.
Light gathered between his hands.
"Ama no Murakumo."
A sword of golden light formed in his grasp.
Armament Haki coated the blade, darkening its edge as Yagami stepped forward and met the incoming strike head-on.
CLANG—!
BOOM!
The explosive tags on Shibuki detonated at once.
White smoke and flames swallowed both Yagami and Jinpachi.
"Did he get him?"
The remaining five Ninja Swordsmen stared into the smoke.
Each of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen's blades had its own terrifying trait.
Jinin Akebino's Bluntsword: Kabutowari possessed overwhelming destructive power, capable of smashing through almost any defense.
But in terms of pure explosive lethality, Jinpachi Munashi's Blast Sword: Shibuki was the most dangerous.
Because Shibuki was covered in explosive tags.
Every strike became a detonation.
Against most shinobi, one clean hit was enough to tear them apart.
But before the others could even feel relieved—
SHING!
A golden flash cut through the smoke.
A severed head flew into the air.
Blood scattered beneath the fading explosion.
The battlefield fell silent.
Yagami stepped out of the smoke, the golden sword of light resting casually in his hand.
His clothes were untouched.
His expression was still lazy.
"Scary, scary…"
He glanced at the head falling from the sky.
"That one was a little loud."
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