Naruto: I, Uchiha, Just Want to Die

Chapter 60: Sharingan Manipulated Windmill: Triple Blade!

The long sword cut through the air, tearing the atmosphere apart!

It shot swiftly toward the Jashin Cult squad leader, Hideki, who was standing at the edge of the wall, just below the cliff.

This attack completely caught him off guard. He had seen Uchiha Ci leap up and assumed that his opponent was preparing to show off dual-wielding sword techniques, closing the distance to jump into the crowd.

By engaging in close combat, Uchiha Ci could force the Jashin Cult members into a position where they couldn't easily use ninjutsu against him without hitting their own.

While Uchiha Ci's swordsmanship and taijutsu didn't seem particularly advanced, it was more than sufficient against the rogue and missing-nin of the Land of Hot Water.

But why throw the sword?

Wouldn't that just mean losing a weapon for no reason?

In that split second, many thoughts flashed through Hideki's mind, but before he could react, the blade was already upon him.

Staring at the gleaming edge of the cold blade in front of him, he widened his eyes, grabbed his subordinate Masato by the collar, and swung him in front as a shield while bending backward into a tactical backbend.

Slash!

Thud!

The katana pierced through Masato like paper, continuing its momentum and embedding deep into the cliff.

"Captain, you... I..." Masato coughed up a mouthful of blood, spraying it onto Hideki's face, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if there were still many questions left unanswered.

But he would never open his eyes again.

Hideki squinted, staring at the blade just an inch away from his forehead, feeling relieved.

Thankfully, he had his most loyal subordinate to block the attack.

And now that brat had lost a weapon. He would order the squad to blanket the enemy with ninjutsu.

Surely, that brat couldn't maintain that earth-based hardening technique in the midst of all the smoke for long.

However...

Snap!

Hideki tilted his head, noticing a black string suddenly tighten on the katana's guard!

In the next instant—

A spinning blue sword blade lit up!

Like a crazed windmill, it crossed tens of meters in the blink of an eye, tearing through the air like a truck smashing through a bottle of champagne!

"What is that?!"

"What is this thing?"

"It's so fast! Why is it so fast?"

The Jashin Cult's ninja gaped, watching as Uchiha Ci in mid-air was pulled by the taut string, using the momentum to adjust his stance and spin, transforming himself into a whirlwind of blades.

In the air, Uchiha Ci spun a second time, closing the distance.

However, this propulsion wasn't enough for him to perform a complex spinning sword strike like Levi or Mikasa from Attack on Titan.

So, he decided to throw the sword again, using inertia.

To him, a ninja sword was nothing more than a larger kunai.

Whoosh!

The ninja sword sliced through the air, piercing the waist of Hideki, who was still in a backbend, right under his horrified gaze.

"Arghhh!"

Amid his scream, Uchiha Ci landed from the air, stepping on Hideki's chest, yanking the ninja sword out, and hooking it back onto his waist.

Without a glance at Hideki's twisted, pained expression, Uchiha Ci kicked him over, snatched his ninja pouch with a swift backhand.

"Nice~"

Weighing the pouch for a moment, Uchiha Ci's face lit up with a smile of satisfaction.

No doubt, as a squad leader, his pouch was quite stocked: 17 shuriken, 3 kunai, and around 7 or 8 needle-like senbon.

Not bad, not bad at all.

With these tools, Uchiha Ci with ninja weapons was a completely different creature from Uchiha Ci without them.

Next, he would unleash his full potential!

Attaching the ninja pouch to his back, Uchiha Ci activated his Sharingan, quickly locking onto the positions of the remaining enemies.

He drew four shuriken in each hand and threw them straight ahead.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Eight shuriken sliced through the air, seemingly erratic and random, but hiding deadly precision and lethal arcs.

This was only the beginning.

Within three seconds, Uchiha Ci had hurled all 17 shuriken, 3 kunai, and 7 senbon, the black threads of Earth Grudge Fear trailing behind them, whipping through the air like ravenous serpents.

And it wasn't over.

Uchiha Ci gathered debris, crushing a rock from the cliff, and threw the fragments into the chaos.

Stones, rubble, Hideki's sword sheath, shoes, metal plates from headbands—

With another swift backhand, he snatched the ninja pouch from Masato's lifeless body.

This one was poorer, only containing 6 shuriken.

Uchiha Ci furrowed his brow, barely able to suppress his disappointment at how impoverished his enemy was.

"Anyway!"

He roared, "Eat my shuriken barrage technique!"

As his shout echoed, the stunned Jashin Cult ninjas, who had just witnessed one of their own get felled by a flying sword in mere seconds, looked up—

Only to see a sky filled with countless projectiles, blanketing the area in an overwhelming barrage.

Shadows cast long, and the sky darkened.

"Good grief! What's with this kid?!"

The Jashin Cult ninjas froze in terror, utterly shaken.

Why was this kid alone capable of throwing out the equivalent firepower of ten people?

Without their leader to command them, the remaining ninjas, already unable to match Uchiha Ci's speed, were thrown into disarray.

"Cover! Find cover now!"

"Dammit, this brat's firepower is insane!"

"Hide behind the parapet! That's a dead angle—his shuriken can't reach there!"

"If you can't dodge it, hit the ground!"

"Wait! I'm already behind the parapet, but why are the shuriken curving?!"

"Ahhh!"

Chaos erupted.

When the barrage finally ended, only six ninjas remained standing.

But before they could celebrate surviving the onslaught—

Uchiha Ci flashed a menacing grin, biting down on three strings as he executed a tactical backbend.

His fingers yanked, pulling all the threads taut.

"Sharingan Manipulated Windmill: Triple Blade!"

All the scattered ninja tools on the field suddenly shot back, their tails lit with the black threads.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

The tools recoiled, and the hidden trap within the chaos was revealed, binding the remaining ninjas to the parapet.

The strings tightened, pulling taut!

Boom!

The protruding parapet shattered as the strings sliced through it, sending large stones crashing down the wall.

Dust exploded, and the massive commotion drew the attention of everyone within the fortress.

"Ugh." Uchiha Ci rubbed his aching forehead, exhaling deeply.

"This kind of noise should be enough to draw attention."

It was his first time controlling so many strings at once.

But the results seemed satisfactory.

The same technique, which in the original work could only be used by a young Sasuke to bind targets, had become a deadly finishing move in Uchiha Ci's hands.

Uchiha Ci solemnly glanced toward the base of the wall.

Twelve Jashin Cult elites were charging toward his position.

"Next up is the pursuit."

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