Bang bang bang————
Countless steel balls swept through the Hidden Sand ranks like a natural disaster, raising a cloud of dust.
Sakumo Hatake watched this scene, his eyes full of shock.
This child's chakra volume seemed to be a little more than he expected.
As the dense drizzle falling from the sky settled the dust, the situation on the field appeared before the two.
The vanguard of about a hundred people, after this wave of blanket strikes, was left with less than fifty, and most of the survivors were injured.
"Damn it, damn brat!"
The commanding Jonin who was arrogantly clamoring just now clutched his left arm and roared miserably.
His left arm looked unnaturally twisted, his forehead covered with blood, and the corpse of his teammate lay at his feet.
This wave of attack came too suddenly. No one expected that a brat of this age would possess such terrifying monstrous strength!
What was even more unexpected was that the other party could actually perform the Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu in that state!
Although this wave of offensive looked shocking just now, if Earth Release defense had been established in time, it wouldn't have caused such heavy casualties.
But seeing the steel ball being smashed away, the first reaction of the Hidden Sand ninjas present was shock, or subconscious dodging, which also made them lose the best time to form seals.
"Didn't expect the effect to be so good!"
Sakumo Hatake was also very surprised by this result.
Minato looked at Sakumo Hatake: "Senior, shall we continue?"
"No, we retreat."
Sakumo Hatake shook his head: "They can no longer form a fighting force. The enemies from the other two routes should be arriving soon. Your chakra isn't much left, right?"
"Mmh——enough."
Minato flickered to retrieve the steel ball, and under the hateful gazes of the Hidden Sand ninjas and the painful groans all over the ground, he took Sakumo Hatake back to the camp.
"Lord Sakumo, the other two ninja troops are less than thirty kilometers away from us!"
As soon as the two returned to the camp, they learned the enemy's movements from the waiting ninjas.
"Let's go south!"
Sakumo Hatake said without hesitation.
Haku, the leader of the frontal battlefield in the west, had been killed by Minato.
In addition, compared to the two wing troops that needed to divide forces to outflank, the number of enemy troops attacking from the front was relatively small.
With the existing combat power of the camp, as long as the enemy troops in the south could be dealt with first, it would be enough to deal with the enemies on the frontal battlefield.
Minato didn't waste words, raised his hand and patted the other party, and the two figures disappeared again.
The two still adopted the same tactics as before, attracting the enemy's attention through simple traps, and then launching an attack when the enemy underestimated them.
Unlike the hurried marching team just now, this team was highly alert. The leader was a young man in his twenties. After the reconnaissance ninja discovered the trap, he immediately ordered to stop advancing.
"Come out. Your hiding skills are too poor."
His gaze falling on the rock where Minato was hiding, the leader said coldly.
As the voice fell, behind the rock, a small blond head popped out.
"Actually a child——"
The leader frowned slightly, his gaze falling on the forehead protector on Minato's head: "But already a ninja?"
"This age looks too young."
A trace of compassion flashed in the eyes of the black-haired woman beside the leader. She looked at the leader, her tone slightly hesitant: "Takahiro——"
"This is a battlefield, Akiko."
Takahiro's tone was solemn: "Exploding tags thrown by children are equally deadly!"
"I understand."
Akiko sighed almost imperceptibly. The child opposite looked not much older than her own child, and looked equally beautiful and well-behaved.
At the age when he should be enjoying the love of his family at home, appearing on the battlefield inevitably made her feel a little pity.
Seemingly seeing his wife's thoughts, a trace of helplessness flashed in Takahiro's eyes.
He looked at Minato and spoke coldly: "Brat, this is a battlefield, not a place for someone your age. I'll give you a chance, leave here immediately!"
Hearing this, the surrounding ninjas suddenly caused a commotion.
"Lord Takahiro, isn't this against the rules? This brat was setting traps on our marching route just now!"
"Yeah, even if he is young, that child is a Konoha ninja. Maybe he is some kind of genius. If he grows up in the future————"
"Enough. This level of traps is inferior to even Academy children. Just an insignificant brat."
Takahiro said lightly, looking at Minato: "Leave quickly."
Hearing this, Minato was silent for a while.
He didn't expect that he would receive kindness from the opposing camp in a place like the battlefield.
This emotion, originating from pity and displayed with a tolerant attitude, instantly diluted his accumulated killing intent.
However——the current situation did not allow him to be indecisive.
He was just a clone. Let the main body worry about this kind of thing.
Thinking of this, he first created a Shadow Clone to synchronize intelligence with the main body.
Then he threw a few kunai towards the Hidden Sand troops.
"Looks like he doesn't plan to leave."
Looking at the kunai that fell weakly in front of him without accuracy, Takahiro shook his head, seemingly regretting what was about to happen: "Finish him."
As the voice fell, two muffled pfft sounds were heard.
Minato's figure appeared in front of him at some point, holding a kunai in each hand, stabbing into the abdomens of him and Akiko respectively.
"Children shouldn't appear on the battlefield, and neither should soft-hearted people."
Hearing this, Takahiro and Akiko lowered their heads in disbelief, looking at Minato who appeared in front of them like a ghost.
"This——how is it possible?"
Pfft pfft pfft—
Vines drilled out of the ground, tying the two like dumplings (zongzi), while constantly absorbing their chakra.
Then, under their horrified gazes, another blond boy appeared on the battlefield with a white-haired man. Amidst chaotic killing sounds, they constantly harvested the lives of Hidden Sand ninjas.
"Your personalities are not suitable for being leaders, but I don't dislike people like you." Minato's voice was calm.
"Damn it, go to hell! Damn little beast!"
A ferocious-looking Hidden Sand ninja rushed towards Minato, waving the long sword in his hand, chopping heavily at Minato's neck.
But Minato just waved his hand casually. A golden light flashed, and the Hidden Sand ninja was split in two, falling heavily to the ground.
"If we meet again next time, I won't show mercy again."
His gaze paused on Takahiro's red hair, and Minato felt a little subtle in his heart. (It's orange in the manga, Sasori too)
Judging from appearance, these two were likely Sasori's parents.
The reason he didn't kill these two was partly because of their compassionate act just now.
On the other hand, it was for Chiyo's——One's Own Life Reincarnation Jutsu!
After all, it was a ninjutsu that could transfer life, and even give puppets true life.
In Minato's opinion, the value of this jutsu was no less than the Living Corpse Reincarnation.
I let your son and daughter-in-law off on the battlefield. Trading these two lives for One's Own Life Reincarnation isn't excessive, right?