In a dense forest near the coastline on the southeastern border of the Land of Fire.
"Konoha Whirlwind."
A roar echoed. Might Guy, wearing his green jumpsuit, was enveloped in green energy steam. He had clearly opened the fourth of the Eight Gates, the Gate of Pain.
His speed and power surged. An extremely fierce sweeping kick, carrying the sound of tearing air, shot towards his opponent, Nuibari Kenpachi, who wielded the explosive blade, Explosion.
"Hmph. Flashy but useless."
Nuibari Kenpachi snorted coldly, a cruel and mocking smile on his face. He did not dodge or evade. The giant ninja sword in his hand, wrapped with a large number of explosive tags, met the attack head on.
Boom.
Leg and blade collided, erupting with a sound like exploding tags.
Guy grunted, sent flying backward by the violent explosive force. Even with the fourth gate open, directly blocking a frontal attack from the explosive blade was not easy.
"Guy. Be careful behind you."
From the other side, the anxious voice of Uchiha Ryota came.
His eyes were scarlet, with two black tomoe spinning rapidly within. It was the two tomoe Sharingan.
Relying on the powerful dynamic vision of the Sharingan, he accurately captured the silent sneak attack of another member of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, Tsunabari Enjin.
Ryota's hands moved rapidly, firing several shuriken with precision to block Tsunabari Enjin's path. At the same time, his body retreated quickly, trying to join up with Guy.
"Oh. A brat with the Sharingan. Good eyesight."
A fierce grin appeared on Tsunabari Enjin's rough face. With a casual swing of his peculiar blade, the blunt sword Kabutowari, which resembled an axe and hammer combined, he knocked away all the incoming shuriken.
"Too bad. You're too slow."
Tsunabari Enjin suddenly pushed off with his feet, his speed dramatically increasing. In an instant, he closed in on Ryota. The heavy blunt sword, carrying a foul wind, came down directly on his head.
Ryota's pupils constricted sharply. His Sharingan could clearly see the trajectory of the opponent's movement, but his physical reaction speed was slightly unable to keep up.
In haste, he could only barely raise a kunai to block.
Clang.
The kunai broke with the sound.
Ryota felt a tremendous force transmitted through the broken kunai. His tiger's mouth split open, blood instantly gushing out. He was sent flying back hard.
"Ryota."
Seeing this, Guy's eyes nearly burst with rage. He wanted to rush to help, but was forced back again by Nuibari Kenpachi's explosive blade.
Around the battlefield, the other five members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen either stood or sat, watching this "cat and mouse" game with great interest.
Juzo Biwa, carrying the executioner's blade, grinned and said,
"Tsk tsk. Nuibari Kenpachi and Tsunabari Enjin really have twisted tastes. Taking so long to deal with two Konoha brats."
Suigetsu Hozuki, stroking the body of Samehada, said gloomily,
"It's rare entertainment after all. That kid in the green jumpsuit, his taijutsu is somewhat interesting. But that's all."
"Those eyes. So that's the Sharingan." Black Claw Raiga, carrying the lightning blade Kiba, looked at Uchiha Ryota struggling to get up. "I heard they can see through all ninjutsu and taijutsu. Looking at it now, it's nothing special."
"Don't damage them. I really like those eyes." Kushimaru Kuriarare said in a thin, sharp voice, his words carrying a bone chilling coldness.
The remaining member, Hozuki Chigiri, watched silently, a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Guy and Ryota in the center of the battlefield were at the end of their rope.
Not far behind them, their teammate Genma Shiranui had long been seriously injured, fallen to the ground, unconscious, and lost his fighting ability.
Guy breathed heavily. The immense strain from opening the fourth gate brought tearing pain to his muscles, and his chakra was rapidly depleting.
He glanced at Ryota, who was coughing up blood on the ground, then looked at the seven powerful enemies watching closely around them. A sense of despair rose in his heart.
Ryota used his uninjured hand to push against the ground, lifting his head with difficulty. His two tomoe Sharingan stared fixedly at Tsunabari Enjin slowly approaching. His face was twisted with pain and humiliation.
On his left cheek near the eyelid, a deep, bone visible gash had been slashed open by Tsunabari Enjin's blade earlier, nearly injuring his eye.
"Damn it. Are we really going to die here."
Ryota roared unwillingly in his heart. His Sharingan spun madly, trying to find a sliver of hope. But in the face of the absolute difference in strength, all insight seemed pale and powerless.
"Hey. Green skinned kappa."
Nuibari Kenpachi pointed his explosive blade at Guy, taunting,
"Your taijutsu is as ridiculous as your outfit. Besides hopping around, what else can you do. In front of a real ninja sword, trash taijutsu is worthless."
"Shut up." Guy roared, strong anger and the will to protect his comrades supporting him to stand straight again. "Don't you dare insult my taijutsu. This is my ninja way."
"Ninja way. Hahahaha."
"Relying on a forbidden technique that drains the body and a pair of two tomoe Sharingan. Is this Konoha's ninja way. Really laughable."
Tsunabari Enjin walked up to Ryota, looking down at him from above, letting out an ear splitting laugh.
He lifted his foot and stomped hard on the hand Ryota was using to support himself on the ground.
Then he stabbed his blade into Ryota's stomach.
"Ugh ah."
Tsunabari Enjin bent down, staring closely at Ryota's Sharingan. A flicker of greed and disgust passed through his eyes.
"Especially these eyes of yours."
"They are said to contain great power. Too bad, on a waste like you, it's such a waste. Don't worry, I'll be careful when digging them out later. After all. This is a trophy I fancy."
These insulting words stabbed into Ryota's heart like sharp knives, harder to endure than the physical pain.
He struggled desperately, but under the opponent's overwhelming strength, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Let him go."
Seeing this, Guy's rage completely consumed his reason. He ignored his body's limits, erupting with his last chakra, charging at Tsunabari Enjin like a mad tiger.
"Morning Peacock. (Prototype)"
His fists struck out at a speed difficult for the naked eye to follow. Chakra rubbed against the air, actually producing sporadic sparks, as gorgeous as a peacock spreading its tail, yet carrying a desperate, destructive aura.
This was the strongest attack he could currently unleash.
"Guy. Don't."
Ryota shouted hoarsely. He could see Guy was already at his limit. After this attack, probably.
"A desperate struggle."
Nuibari Kenpachi snorted coldly. Exchanging a glance with Tsunabari Enjin, the two attacked simultaneously.
The explosive blade Explosion, with continuous explosions, slashed towards Guy's side. Tsunabari Enjin temporarily released Ryota, raising the blunt sword Kabutowari, preparing to directly block Guy's all out attack.
Boom.
An even more violent explosion sounded, smoke and dust spreading.
As the dust settled slightly, Guy could be seen frozen in place, maintaining his punching posture. Although Tsunabari Enjin in front of him was forced back two steps, he was clearly not seriously injured.
Nuibari Kenpachi's explosive blade had left hideous wounds on Guy's right arm and side, charred black and bleeding profusely.
The green steam around Guy dissipated rapidly. The Eight Gates state was also forcibly released.
An extreme sense of weakness washed over him like a tide. He swayed, finally unable to support himself, falling to one knee.
"Guy."
Ryota, watching his comrade end up in such a state to save him, felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He struggled to crawl over, but due to his severe injuries, collapsed to the ground again.
Nuibari Kenpachi raised his explosive blade, aiming at the immobile Guy, a cruel smile on his face.
"The game should end."
"Go to hell, Konoha trash."
Tsunabari Enjin also raised his blunt sword again, aiming at Ryota on the ground.
"These Sharingan, I'll take them."
The other five watching members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen also showed expressions of dwindling interest, as if they felt this farce had finally reached its end.
Guy and Ryota closed their eyes in despair, waiting for death to descend.
At this critical moment.
"Guy."
A roar like a beast's, like a sudden clap of thunder, exploded from deep within the forest.
The anxiety, anger, and desperation contained in the voice instantly pierced through the entire battlefield.
A green figure, at a speed surpassing everyone's reaction limit, carrying a terrifying, heaven shaking, earth shattering, unstoppable momentum, descended upon the field.
The newcomer wore standard Konoha chunin flak jacket, but underneath was a green jumpsuit identical to Guy's. He had thick eyebrows and a bowl cut. His face was filled with uncontrollable fury and determination.
It was Might Duy, who, after receiving the distress signal, spared no effort to rush at full speed from the Kumo frontlines.
He landed steadily in front of Guy and Ryota, using his not particularly broad back to block the sharp edges of all enemies for the two severely injured youths.
The immense, almost tangible chakra and sharp killing intent made Nuibari Kenpachi and Tsunabari Enjin, who were preparing to deliver the killing blows, hesitate. Their expressions changed slightly, and they subconsciously took half a step back.
The other five originally nonchalant members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen instantly shed their contempt. Their gazes locked onto this suddenly appearing "Konoha chunin."
Might Duy felt Guy's weak breathing, looked at the seriously injured Ryota on the ground, and the other unconscious Konoha youth. Boundless rage burned in his chest.
He slowly raised his head. Those thick browed eyes, usually full of passion and encouragement, now held only icy killing intent and the determination to perish together with the enemy.
"Is it you people. Who injured my son and his comrades."
The low voice, as if from the deepest hell, carried a heart chilling coldness, slowly spreading across this bloody battlefield.
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, seven elite jonin standing at the peak of Kirigakure, at this moment, all simultaneously felt an unprecedented sense of pressure.
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