Naruto: Hyuga Warlord

Hyuga Soushu's figure vanished from his spot.

The Suna Jonin's sure-kill slash, wrapped in fierce wind and sand, ended up slicing through nothing but a hollow afterimage.

"Damn it!"

A furious curse burst from his cracked lips—not born of fear, but fueled by frustration at losing his prey.

Yet in the next instant, his rage was completely drowned beneath the enormous shadow descending from the sky.

This was not dusk settling.

A "Whirling Inferno Dance Jutsu," unleashed by dozens of Konoha ninja working in unison, transformed into a colossal fire tornado connecting heaven and earth. Roaring with the fury of total incineration, it roared down with explosive fury.

Blazing orange-red flames swallowed his vision whole.

Boom—!

Amidst the terrifying thunderous roar, the earth violently trembled. Boulders were hurled into the air by the shockwave, only to melt in mid-flight under searing heat.

After the raging firestorm dispersed, all that remained was a massive blackened crater, its edges glassified.

The air was thick with sulfur from molten rock, mixed with an overwhelming stench of charred flesh.

Panting heavily, the Konoha ninja stared at the heart of destruction, making sure it hit its mark.

At the edge of this scorched land, a figure emerged staggering upright, smoke rising from his body.

The Suna Jonin.

He had actually survived.

Thanks to an extreme combination of Substitution Jutsu and Body Flicker Technique, he had barely escaped the epicenter before the explosion hit—but still suffered devastating collateral damage.

Right now, his clothes hung in tatters, half his body burnt to a carbonized state. His Chakra flow had weakened to nearly nothing.

He coughed violently, spewing dark blood speckled with fragments of his own organs.

The Konoha forces' eyes narrowed. Hand Seals for another round of attacks were already forming.

This threat must be completely eliminated.

But one figure moved faster than their jutsu.

Commander Yechame Hamako's gaze sharpened abruptly. He saw how Hyuga Soushu's figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring, ignoring the lingering scorching heat and residual blasts on the ground, charging back toward the seriously injured Jonin.

"Has he lost his mind?"

One Konoha ninja whispered in disbelief.

The temperature in that zone could scald soles. Violent Chakra still lingered in the air. Charging in headfirst was practically suicide.

Yet there wasn't a trace of hesitation on Hyuga Soushu's face.

Only the focus of a hunter locking onto prey.

The surviving Suna Jonin also saw the white ghostly figure rushing toward him.

All previous anger and confidence had vanished without a trace, replaced instead with endless terror surging from the marrow of his bones.

He tried to form seals, to fight back, but his battered body and drained Chakra left his fingers sluggish and unresponsive.

Each motion came half a second too late.

[Counter Storm] activated — his entire body spun rapidly, becoming a whirlwind of white death.

The few Kunai frantically thrown by the desperate Suna Jonin clinked loudly as they bounced off his body. They could not harm him in the slightest.

The distance closed instantly.

No elaborate taijutsu techniques.

No refined Gentle Fist maneuvers.

Hyuga Soushu chose the simplest and most efficient method.

The tempered steel torch pole in his hand carved a cold arc through the air.

Skill, [Crescent].

Crunch!

It wasn't the sound of a blade slicing through flesh, but rather a deeper, duller thud—the tearing of bone by brute force.

The arm holding the blade belonging to the Sand Jonin was smashed clean off at the elbow by the torch pole, flying into the air along with a spray of blood.

"Ahh—!"

Only half the shriek managed to escape from his throat.

Already, Hyuga Soushu had reversed his grip, using the rotational momentum to swing the opposite end of the pole—the heavy base—with thunderous power straight down onto his opponent's skull.

CRACK!

The sound was crisp like a fully ripe watermelon being shattered into pieces.

The scream abruptly ceased.

Red and white splattered everywhere across the ground.

All over in seconds.

In Hyuga Soushu's mind, the icy system notification arrived right on cue.

[Defeated a Sand Jonin. Earned 3500 Coins.]

The battlefield, which had been in chaos mere moments ago, now fell eerily silent.

All the Konoha ninjas paused mid-action, staring blankly at the pale figure standing beside the headless corpse.

Not a drop of blood touched him.

The glow of the setting sun stretched his shadow long across the charred earth, resembling a demonic deity risen from the underworld.

Only crackling flames and the faint scent of blood remained in the still air.

Reverence.

Even... fear.

These feelings surged through every Konoha ninja at once.

They had never witnessed such ruthless efficiency, such cold-blooded, absolute slaughter.

In their eyes, Hyuga Soushu's image quietly transformed—from "a powerful ally" into "an inhuman monster."

Yechame Hamako's expression darkened to its utmost severity.

After shock came deep apprehension.

He realized that Hyuga Soushu didn't just have terrifying battlefield-clearing power; his single-target killing efficiency was even more chilling.

This was an extremely sharp double-edged sword; it could easily cut through enemies, yet might also accidentally slash the very hand that held it.

Yet, the man himself—Soushu, the center of all those stunned gazes—seemed utterly indifferent to the looks around him.

He didn't even spare a glance at the spoils of battle beneath his feet.

At the instant he confirmed the Jonin's death, a vein bulged on his forehead.

Byakugan activated!

His pale eyes swept the entire battlefield like the most advanced radar, cutting through smoke and debris without pause.

Soon, his gaze locked onto a distant point.

There, two weak chakra signals were frantically fleeing through scattered trees.

The last survivors.

And the final two Coins about to escape.

Yechame Hamako had just snapped out of his shock and was preparing to issue orders for casualty counts and battlefield cleanup.

Before a single word could leave his mouth,

he saw Hyuga Soushu's figure blur into a residual afterimage, without hesitation or pause, speeding toward the other side of the battlefield.

"Not good!"

Yechame instantly understood Soushu's target.

His face paled in an instant.

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### Chapter 60: The Final Prey and the Commander's Orders!

Hyuga Soushu glided swiftly through the wreckage and scorched trees. 

He wasn't following a fixed path. His Byakugan had already calculated the optimal pursuit route. 

Behind him, Yechame Hamako's furious shout, amplified by chakra, echoed across the battlefield. 

"Hyuga Soushu! Stop! At least leave one alive!" 

The voice reverberated clearly across the open battlefield, reaching his ears distinctly. 

Yet Hyuga Soushu didn't slow his pace even slightly. 

Leave one alive? 

In his mind, a live target equaled zero coins. 

Dead enemies were assets safely banked in his account. 

Right now, the commander's orders sounded nothing more than annoying interference, hindering his harvest of profit. 

In the distance, two chakra signatures marked with bounty coins were moving fast—every wasted second increased the escape risk. 

"He's alone! Let's take him down together!" 

One of the two fleeing Sand Chunin turned back and noticed only Hyuga Soushu chasing them. Desperation sparked a fleeting burst of recklessness. 

While running, he threw several explosive tags backward and formed hand seals rapidly with both hands. 

However, such tricks appeared like child's play before the Byakugan. 

Hyuga Soushu simply shifted his body a few inches sideways, effortlessly skimming past the explosion range of the tags. 

A sudden earth trap emerging underfoot was also avoided easily with a preemptive jump. 

He didn't even slow down. 

The next moment, Hyuga Soushu's figure ghostlike appeared directly in front of that Sand Chunin. 

The would-be retaliatory grimace on the fleeing Chunin's face froze instantly, replaced completely by boundless horror. 

All he saw was a black blur, a gust of wind tearing toward him. 

Boom! 

No special techniques were used. 

Just a simple, straightforward heavy strike infused with chakra. 

The steel torch pole slammed into his chest, the dull sound of breaking bones clearly audible. 

His body flew backward like a broken kite, life extinguishing midair. 

[Reward: Defeated a Sand Chunin – 800 coins claimed] 

Good. 

Hyuga Soushu remained emotionally indifferent, his gaze already locked onto the final objective. 

The last Sand Chunin had just witnessed his companion's instant death firsthand. His mind snapped under pressure. 

His survival instinct overwhelmed by extreme fear, his legs buckled and he fell flat on the ground. 

He scrambled back on all fours, letting out low, guttural cries as he helplessly watched the white-eyed demon approaching step by step, lifting the bloodstained weapon stained by his comrade's blood. 

Death loomed near. 

As Hyuga Soushu prepared to swing down the torch pole for this final harvest… 

BOOM! 

A massive earthen wall erupted from the ground precisely between him and the Sand captive. 

[Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall.] 

Forced to stop, Hyuga Soushu slowly raised his head. 

Yechame Hamako stood atop the earth wall, looking down at him, accompanied by two Konoha ninjas specializing in speed. 

"I said," her voice cold and filled with unquestionable authority, "leave one alive."

He issued a low, commanding order to his subordinates behind him.

"Grab him!"

Two Konoha ninja immediately leapt down from the earthen wall, flanking left and right to restrain the Sand ninja, who had already been stunned with fear.

Hyuga Soushu made no response.

He simply stood there, silently staring at Yechame Hamako, those pure white eyes cold and completely devoid of human emotion.

Buzz—

The torch pole in his hand began emitting flickering pale blue chakra light, growing brighter and brighter.

The air around him seemed to freeze solid.

The two Konoha ninja holding the prisoner grew instantly tense, their palms sweating.

They had no doubt that this man before them would mercilessly pierce straight through the earthen wall, the prisoner, and even themselves without hesitation.

Facing this suffocating pressure, Yechame Hamako held his ground.

This was a crucial moment for establishing his authority as commander.

If he backed down today, there would be no one left in this squad capable of controlling this human beast.

"Hyuga Soushu."

His voice remained steady and firm.

"This is an order! We need intelligence—the information about the Sand Village's follow-up forces! It's a matter of life and death for every member of our squad!"

Inside Hyuga Soushu's mind, there was no stirring of "collective interest" or concern over "comrades' safety."

He was simply running a cold calculation at lightning speed.

[Plan A: Kill the last chunin. Gain: Approximately 800 coins.]

[Plan B: Ignore the order and kill anyway. Consequence: Complete conflict with the commander, potentially labeled as a rogue ninja, affecting efficiency and gains in all future missions.]

[Conclusion: Causing major troubles just for a mere 800 coins isn't worth it.]

He completed the calculation in less than a second.

The glowing chakra light on the torch pole slowly dimmed, like a dying flame.

Hyuga Soushu lowered his arm.

In the end, he suppressed his desire for coins with cold rationality—favoring the long-term gains of many more coins ahead.

Yechame Hamako secretly exhaled in relief.

He had won this confrontation.

Yet as he looked into Hyuga Soushu's icy eyes, he felt no joy at all.

He knew—it was only temporary.

He had forced a bridle over the beast's neck, but the monster could snap both it and the hand holding the reins at any moment.

Without saying a word, Hyuga Soushu expressed his stance with a cold turn of his back.

He started walking toward where the main force was assembling, his posture filled with impatience.

Yechame Hamako waved his hand, signaling his men to take the prisoner and follow. He was about to immediately assign a ninja from the Yamanaka clan to handle the interrogation.

Just then, Hyuga Soushu—who was walking ahead—abruptly halted, spun around, and fixed his gaze past Yechame Hamako.

His eyes locked onto the captured Sand ninja, who had clearly broken mentally.

It wasn't the look of someone watching a human being—but rather, an object awaiting disposal.

"Get the interrogation started now!"

His voice was hoarse and low, filled with urgency and unquestionable command.

Yechame Hamako was momentarily startled by his sudden action.

Then came the next sentence.

"I can't hold it anymore!"

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