Arisuke: "Are you sure you can do it?" An immense concern emanated from him.
Isamu: "I will do my best." His firm gaze radiated immense confidence, perfectly representing the Uchiha clan.
Arisuke: "Hirohide, Taro, you will take charge of the second part of the plan."
Both answered in unison: "Yes."
Arisuke: "The rest will gather at the clan's entrance. We cannot allow our clan to be tainted by this; we must prove that we are not weak." These words motivated the members of the Chinoike clan.
At least 200 ninjas of various ranks gathered at the gates of the Chinoike clan when a large number of ninjas in black clothing with their faces fully covered began to emerge in a compact formation.
"Leader, it seems they were expecting us," commented one of the wandering ninjas, slightly worried.
"Hahaha, don't worry. It seems they are only 200 ninjas. It seems the rest fled."
"That's right, hahaha. It seems everyone ran away."
"I thought this time there might be some fun." Quickly, mocking comments about the Chinoike clan began to spread.
The indignation within the Chinoike clan was evident, including its patriarch, who ordered the attack to begin.
Both groups began running toward one another, initiating a clash at the midpoint.
The battle began with kenjutsu techniques. Both groups found themselves in a situation where neither managed to overpower the other. The forces and defensive tactics on both sides were impeccable.
After a long struggle of attrition, Mr. Isamu gave a signal to Patriarch Arisuke, who responded with a nod.
Up to that point, the casualties and injuries in the Chinoike clan were practically nonexistent thanks to the strategy employed.
At that moment, Mr. Isamu ran toward the human barricade formed by the wandering ninjas and, before reaching it, leaped.
In mid-air, he threw a large number of shurikens in various directions while proclaiming: "Katōn: Hōsenka Tsumabeni (Fire Element: Crimson Nail Flames of the Phoenix)."
The technique imbued the shurikens with fire, reaching high temperatures that caused significant damage.
Given that the enemies were grouped in large numbers, repelling the attack was nearly impossible. Although some managed to evade or block it, approximately 13 enemy ninjas fell lifeless.
Mr. Isamu landed in the middle of the enemy barricade. Although some enemies seemed calm, many were furious over the loss of their comrades.
"Hahaha, you've caused some trouble, but now you're surrounded. You won't get out of here."
"You've made the greatest stupidity."
"We'll avenge our own!"
"Yes!" The ninjas closest to him answered euphorically, while others were frustrated at not being close enough to confront him.
Mr. Isamu activated his sharingan, subjecting several ninjas to a genjutsu. The enemies, focused on angrily staring at him and unaware of his Uchiha heritage, were easily placed under his control.
Without a word, many began attacking their own comrades. At first, everyone was baffled, not understanding what was happening as they were attacked by their allies.
"Don't look into his eyes and eliminate the ninjas under the genjutsu!" A shout echoed across the battlefield.
It was the commander of the enemy group. He quickly advanced toward Isamu, killing his own subordinates who had turned against him.
In his gaze, there was no concern or empathy for his comrades; he had only one target: Isamu. However, he avoided directly looking into his eyes.
When they met face-to-face, the enemy commander swung his katana, performing a lethal slash imbued with wind-style chakra, which made his sword glow a translucent blue.
However, Mr. Isamu seemed indifferent to the attack, which further fueled the commander's rage. He increased the strength of his attacks, but at the next moment, a barrier formed from the blood of Isamu's fallen allies materialized, completely shielding him.
Seconds later, cries of pain echoed throughout the battlefield.
"Hahaha, they've finally managed to take down your allies. Nothing will be left of you," the commander exclaimed with a sadistic smile.
Isamu, displaying a superior smile, responded: "You'd better look around to see who is truly losing."
Confusion overtook him; he was convinced of his group's victory, but Isamu's words planted doubt.
When observing the battlefield, the commander saw how his allies began to fall rapidly. Some were impaled by blood stakes, others had their limbs severed, and the scenes were straight out of a horror film.
At this moment, the number of Chinoike clan ninjas seemed to have multiplied. From the rear, the enemy group was completely surrounded, and a large number of red eyes, similar to the sharingan, flooded the scene, instilling fear in each of them.
"Damned! You wiped out this clan and pretended to be them!" He yelled these words, spitting saliva, resembling a rabid dog.
Isamu, with a smirk of self-satisfaction, replied: "Is that what you think? You should pay more attention to their eyes."
"Shut up! Everyone, sacrifice yourselves!" Upon this order, a large number of explosive tags emerged from the clothing of the enemy ninjas.
The fuses began to emit a sound like the crackling of a lit fuse. Some ninjas carried the bodies of their allies and ran in various directions, while others hurled themselves alone.
However, their movements were stopped by a blood barrier formed by the ninjas of the Chinoike clan, ensuring the explosions harmed no one.
"Damn it! Those who remain, come!" At that moment, Mr. Isamu found himself completely surrounded by a group of ninjas with active explosive tags.
Worry took hold of him, but there was no time to react as his enemies launched themselves at him, intent on taking him down with them.
Suddenly, the blood barriers began to fall, and no explosions were heard. However, the scene before them was harrowing: Mr. Isamu was completely surrounded, with several ninjas activating their explosive seals.
Patriarch Arisuke activated his ketsuryūgan. The only thing visible were bodies disappearing amidst a cloud of smoke caused by the explosions.
Upon seeing the explosions' aftermath, Patriarch Arisuke stood and said: "Everyone, gather the wounded and the dead. The rest, dispose of these vermin's bodies." His voice resonated firmly, marking the end of the battle.
"Yes, we managed to defeat them!"
"Hahaha!"
A large number of cheers and laughter began to rise everywhere. The joy, long lost within the clan, had been revived after this hard-fought battle.
Taro and Hirohide approached the site of the last explosion, leaving a large crater. At its center was a body, so they quickly moved to examine it.
Hirohide: "Haha, it seems he's still alive."
Taro: "Yes, but he appears to have some burns and seems to have fainted."
Arisuke: "Sigh. I couldn't strengthen the barrier in time, but at least he's alive. Take him to the rest of the injured and treat him with great care."
"Yes, Patriarch." Both followed the instructions, as did the rest of the clan.
Within hours, the battlefield had been cleared. The most time-consuming task was collecting the dismembered parts of the enemies, who had exploded themselves.
Finally, Jomei emerged from the house where he was. He wore white clothing that was completely stained with blood. His head was covered with a cloth to prevent his hair from falling out during surgery, and he wore a pair of gloves on his hands.
Upon removing them, the exhaustion in his eyes was evident, and his clothes were drenched in sweat.