Naruto: Master of Yin chakra

Whoosh! Whoosh!

With Satoru's intel, the four sped towards the convoy.

Uchiha Itachi stared at Satoru ahead.

He couldn't stop praising this senior's analytical abilities.

"Conceal yourselves, set traps."

Hayama raised his hand, signaling them to act.

"Understood."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The group moved together, setting up a considerable trap in a short amount of time.

Satoru also meticulously set up his own.

He formed hand seals.

A giant Pangolin appeared and burrowed underground.

After restoring the grassy ground, he set up some explosive tag traps in other places.

Barrier traps.

He was already used to these; without the Chakra reserves of Senju Hashirama, this Chakra-saving tactic was unavoidable.

Didn't Hidan get taken down by Shikamaru's trap? If it had been a war of attrition, Shikamaru would have surely lost.

So he learned his lesson: don't be reckless.

He still had his wife waiting at home.

...

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Shadows flickered.

A team moved swiftly under the dark tree cover.

"Captain, Konoha should already know the intel by now, right?

Why are we still taking such a big risk to attack the supplies?" one person asked.

The leader was a strong man, muscles bulging from his arms, but his words were not reckless: "The Village's intelligence indicates that Konoha's recovery has accelerated in the past two years; we must stop Konoha's speed of regaining strength."

"I see."

"According to the intel from the spy, when we reach our destination, it should be just about the time the convoy arrives.

There won't be any Konoha Ninja ambushing us, will there?" someone worriedly asked.

"Hmph, at most, it'll be the Land of Fire's border patrol, and under normal circumstances, they're in groups of four.

There are eight of us here; if they come, they'll die."

"That's right, and Konoha's people are all quite weak; they can't compare to our muscles."

"Don't be careless; there might be some traps."

"We're here."

They arrived at a turn, concealed themselves in the treetops, observed the road outside, and set up traps.

...

The four concealed themselves in the shadows beside the road.

Hayama felt his teammates' quality and was very satisfied.

Each of their concealment abilities showed no sign of unfamiliarity.

Especially Uchiha Itachi, who was only eight years old, yet could achieve such a level; he truly was a genius.

Satoru formed hand seals to sense.

A black-and-white sensing interface spread out from a circular centre.

Suddenly,

Eight blue Chakra sources appeared in his mind.

"Enemies, eight of them, from the seven o'clock direction, approaching at extremely high speed.

They'll probably arrive before the convoy does.

They're all elites; be careful."

Satoru said solemnly.

"Are their Chakras strong?" Hayama asked.

He knew Satoru's sensing ability primarily detected Chakra.

And a Ninja's basic abilities were built upon Chakra.

From a person's Chakra intensity, one could deduce the enemy's strength or weakness.

Chakra couldn't determine a person's power, but a strong Chakra certainly wouldn't be too weak.

"Yes, there are two with strength similar to ours; they should be the captains of the two teams."

Satoru explained the situation.

Anko and Itachi also had serious expressions.

Was their first battle on border patrol going to be this intense?

Hayama frowned: "Since their Chakra strength is similar, we have to assume there are at least two Jonin.

Can you hold one of them off?"

"You want to quickly deal with one and then support me?

Don't worry, I'll take care of one of them.

You deal with yours quickly and go support those two."

Satoru pointed to the Genin and Chunin beside him.

Indeed, even if the enemies were only two Jonin, two of their four members weren't that strong!

As for himself, he was very confident; even if it was the Raikage, he could hold him off for a while.

A smart mind and many tricks made him confident.

"The rest, Anko-senpai and I should be fine with," Itachi suddenly spoke, his tone full of confidence.

However, Anko Mitarashi wasn't as confident.

Two enemy squads were not something she was sure she could handle, even with the genius boy Itachi.

She wasn't confident in Itachi's strength because he was too young.

Itachi's eyes changed, and a two-tomoe Sharingan appeared: "In front of these eyes, as long as the numerical and strength disparities aren't too great, there's no problem."

"Sharingan."

Anko Mitarashi was very surprised; she didn't expect such a young Uchiha to have activated his Sharingan.

She sighed, thinking he truly was a genius.

The Uchiha clan truly produced geniuses every year.

And he was only 8 years old!

Satoru looked at the two-tomoe Sharingan and praised: "You can handle those small fries; you're very good.

I heard Uchiha Madara only activated his Sharingan at fifteen.

You're already at two tomoe at 8 years old; your future is limitless."

He was also surprised; it seemed the stimulus of his previous teammates' deaths was quite strong.

"I wouldn't dare compare myself to my ancestor," Itachi said.

Hayama: "Very good, with the Sharingan, holding off the enemy shouldn't be a problem, and we've set traps beforehand, so it should be fine."

Though he said that, he had already prepared for an emergency.

Satoru's expression suddenly hardened: "They're here."

...

Thump, thump, thump!

The convoy slowly approached from a distance, with some Ninja and samurai guarding the rear.

The carriages creaked as they pressed on the ground, indicating the weight they carried.

Leading them was a hairy-faced uncle, dressed in an exquisite kimono.

He occasionally directed the crowd.

Suddenly.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Dense Shuriken and Kunai suddenly flew out from the forests on both sides.

'Enemy attack.'

By the time those two words were shouted, several guards had already fallen dead on the spot.

The remaining guards also responded one after another.

Crackling!

In their moment of tension, several people within the convoy suddenly released lightning from their hands, unleashing it among the crowd.

Bang! Bang!

Those hit fell to the ground, charred black.

"Men, kill them for me!"

The hairy-faced uncle, who was leading, saw the enemies and, instead of panicking, even began to order his subordinates to counterattack.

"Damn it, how dare you attack the great nobles of the Land of Iron! I'll make you taste my swordsmanship!"

The uncle drew his katana, assuming an Iai stance, and precisely deflected the Shuriken as they approached.

The sudden betrayal by his subordinates in the convoy enraged him even further.

Whoosh! Whoosh!!!

Eight figures appeared from the shadows, striking with their weapons, aided by Lightning Release.

The fifty-plus strong team was soon reduced to only a dozen or so guards.

Crackling!

"Sorry about this, but who told you to trade with the Land of Fire?"

The leader, a dark-skinned middle-aged man with an afro, was surrounded by lightning.

"Who are you people? Don't you know who I am?

If you offend me, none of you will have a good end."

The hairy-faced uncle's face was filled with fury.

"Is that so?

Lightning Release: Swift Lightning Arrow."

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