Grind is My Ninja Way

'Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique~'

Seimei dodged the ninjutsu attacks of several Iwa ninjas with a Body Flicker, stabbed his short sword into the chest of one of the Iwa-nin Chunin, and then used his corpse as a shield.

Next, he raised his left hand, completed the hand seals in the blink of an eye, and used the ninjutsu - Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!

Instantly, over a hundred fist-sized fireballs appeared, controlled by Seimei, and smashed towards the Iwa ninjas ahead like a meteor shower.

These Iwa ninjas either dodged or blocked, ultimately avoiding all the attacks.

Just as they were about to counterattack, a transparent wind blade flew towards them at high speed, and the sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.

Instantly, two Iwa-nin Chunin were cut in half at the waist.

"Ah~"

"Ah~~"

Painful screams echoed.

These two Iwa ninjas didn't die immediately. Their upper bodies slid to the ground, their mouths wide open, emitting sounds of agony.

On the side, several Iwa ninjas saw their tragic state, and their pupils dilated in shock.

Then, they all looked forward, not missing a single movement, as if afraid of suffering the same attack.

However, Seimei had already left his original spot.

...

At the same time.

On the other side, Kurokawa Ichiro watched Seimei effortlessly fighting amidst the Iwa ninjas and helplessly stopped, cursing inwardly, "Damn it!"

Then, he looked at the Iwa-nin Chunin beside him and ordered, "Immediately have the third and fourth squads come over!"

"Huh?"

Seemingly surprised by Kurokawa Ichiro's decision, the Iwa-nin Chunin couldn't help but let out a confused sound.

Seeing his reaction, Kurokawa Ichiro frowned and said, "Huh what? Immediately execute the order!"

Hearing this, the Iwa-nin Chunin glanced at Seimei, wanting to say something, but in the face of Kurokawa Ichiro's authority, he ultimately gave up.

"Yes, Captain!"

He responded and then went to carry out Kurokawa Ichiro's order.

In fact, he felt that his captain was a bit obsessed.

From Seimei's performance, it was clear that his strength wasn't something their Chunin and Genin could handle.

Continuing to send people there now was no different from throwing them into a fire.

Didn't Kurokawa Ichiro know this?

No, of course he did.

But he had no other choice.

They had taken the initiative to launch the siege, which had already broken the unspoken rules of the battlefield to some extent.

In this situation, there was only one way to prevent Seimei from attacking other Chunin and Genin, and that was to have a few Jonin besiege him.

But...

Kurokawa Ichiro scanned the entire battlefield.

Currently, all the Iwa-nin Jonin on the battlefield who could still move were entangled with other Konoha Jonin, and there was simply no spare manpower.

In this situation, to prevent Seimei from rescuing other Konoha ninjas, he could only mobilize more people to besiege him.

This way, the casualties might still be significant, but at least they wouldn't be as exaggerated as they were now.

However, this way, all the pressure would be on their side.

If they couldn't completely suppress or kill Seimei, with several Jonin on Konoha's side, they might be able to turn the tables.

It could be said that this was a gamble.

But they had to gamble.

If they continued to send people to besiege Seimei, their side might collapse first. Kurokawa Ichiro could only take a gamble.

Just as the Iwa-nin Chunin left to convey his orders, Kurokawa Ichiro looked up at Seimei, who was still slaughtering on the battlefield.

In the past, he had also heard of people who could change the course of a war with their individual strength, but those people were all famous figures in the ninja world.

But now, this was happening with Seimei.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the shadows of those people in Seimei.

'Perhaps, after today, the name Ghost Sword Seimei will become even more renowned.'

Suddenly, this thought popped into Kurokawa Ichiro's mind.

Then, his face darkened.

'What does this mean? Does my subconscious think that even with the combined strength of Kurogane and the others, we can't kill Uchiha Seimei?'

Kurokawa Ichiro asked himself inwardly.

After a long while, he still had no answer.

Or rather, he already had an answer in his heart but didn't want to accept it.

"Humph! Then let me see for myself!"

Kurokawa Ichiro stopped thinking further, snorted coldly, and touched his hardened left hand and forearm, muttering.

This half of his arm was a prosthetic limb.

More than half a month ago, when he led people to attack the Kogatani Village stronghold, it was Seimei who killed several of their Jonin in a row, foiling their offensive.

And his arm was also lost in that battle, during the siege by several Konoha Jonin.

He blamed this debt on Seimei.

Now, his personal grudge aligned with the village's interests. He wanted to see if he could take revenge for himself.

(End of this chapter)