Chapter 292 Chiyo: God-given opportunity...?

Chapter 292: Chapter 292 Chiyo: God-given opportunity...?

After the initial clash, both Sunagakure and Konoha successfully obtained each other’s intel.

The elite squad stationed at Mount Kikyo was stretched thin, making it impossible to adjust their defensive strategy. They could only rely on their limited combat strength to hold out as long as possible, as originally planned.

Unlike Konoha, Sunagakure’s side was abuzz with discussion. Rasa, Chiyo, Ebizo, and other high-ranking officials repeatedly analyzed the map.

It wasn’t until the vanguard reported Pakura’s capture that the atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly shifted, adding a sense of urgency.

Chiyo had just finished calming down the somewhat impatient Rasa, who was too young, when she heard the enemy was skilled in swordsmanship, causing her to lose her composure as well.

Ebizo suggested quickly formulating a plan to rescue Pakura, but a calm Rasa rejected the proposal and ordered the army to attack immediately.

[Chiyo: Hmm?! Using a sword?! (Elements detected)]

[She really has White Fang PTSD. After all, Sakumo killed her family and destroyed her home...]

[Oh no, could this battle be between Chiyo and Naraku?]

[Rasa, you’re quite a character]

[6, Scorch Release is so rare, and you just give it up?]

[And you still have the nerve to talk about Konoha? You’re both just as bad!]

[At least put on a show. How disheartening would it be if news of abandoning a rescue mission got out?]

With the Kazekage’s command, the Sunagakure camp immediately became busy. Messenger Ninja rushed around, and units of all levels quickly assembled and prepared for departure.

At the same time, Rasa realized that Mount Kikyo would be harder to take than expected. He prepared for the possibility that the main force attacking the main peak might be thwarted and that he would need to intervene himself, fully equipping all weapons and personal supplies.

Chiyo sat expressionless in her chair, her hand unconsciously fumbling with the clasp of the satchel at her waist.

This was her usual small bag for many years, containing the sealing scroll for Sunagakure’s strongest puppets—the Ten Puppets of Chikamatsu.

Ebizo had lived with his elder sister for decades and knew from her restless demeanor that the intel about that Uchiha had still affected her.

As if fate had some arrangement in the dark, just as the main force set off and the high-ranking officials were about to depart, a reconnaissance team returning from a supply run rushed back with a report.

The Uchiha who had captured Pakura was acting alone and happened to appear in the direction where the puppet corps was tasked with attacking.

-- This was a heaven-sent opportunity!

Chiyo didn’t even need to think; she eagerly led her team to attack.

[Damn Hiruzen Sarutobi! Look at Rasa! The Kazekage actually takes action when there’s trouble!]

[The Hokage cannot move lightly, I can barely understand that, but why aren’t Homura Mitokado and Utatane Koharu on the battlefield?]

[Why is Naraku acting alone? Where is Inuzuka Tsume?]

[Danzo: My Konoha’s Darkness truly has a successor!]

[Why are you in such a hurry? When the time comes, Naraku will die on his own T-T]

[Wow, what’s wrong with you up front?]

The animation rewound the timeline to after Inuzuka Tsume had Kuro-Maru carry both Ebisu and Pakura away.

The two squads continued south for a stretch of mountain road, soon arriving at a foothills area suitable for setting traps.

Naraku was the first to discover a small Village at the foot of the mountain. With Inuzuka Tsume’s permission, he went alone to the Village to evacuate the villagers.

The audience, remembering the previous message, immediately understood that Naraku would likely soon clash with Sunagakure in that small Village, and they clamored in the bullet comments for him not to go.

—Of course, everyone knew it wouldn’t do any good.

Naraku hadn’t gone far down the mountain when he suddenly stopped by an old tree and coughed violently twice.

Specks of blood splattered onto the wild grass leaves at his feet, slowly flowing down the veins and stems, falling into the damp soil, staining it with dark red marks.

He seemed unable to support himself any longer and collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest and breathing heavily, his brows tightly furrowed in discomfort. His fingers gripped a protruding tree root nearby, attempting to quell the surging pain within him.

Perhaps the Animator couldn’t bear it, so the camera moved away from Naraku’s front, slowly tilting upwards from his rear-side.

The lush, leafy canopies pressed tightly against each other, sunlight flickering in scattered fragments through them, like a green lake.

But Naraku’s painful coughs and gasps still echoed through the forest, gripping the audience’s hearts tightly.

After more than ten seconds, the sounds gradually subsided, and the camera focused on Naraku once again.

The boy, tormented by illness, struggled to sit upright, reaching into his bag to rummage. He was drenched in sweat, a few strands of hair near his forehead damp with perspiration, softly drooping over his forehead protector like withered grass in winter.

His hand, loosely clenched into a fist, emerged from the bag, seemingly holding something.

As that hand slowly opened, the camera focused on his palm, where a pile of pills occupied the entire close-up shot.

Before the audience could count how many pills there were, he poured them all into his mouth and swallowed them, mixed with the residual blood.

Perhaps it was too many pills or he was still feeling unwell, but the sound he made while swallowing was not normal, tinged with a nearly choked anomaly that made people’s noses ache and throats constrict.

[So Naraku wanted to act alone because he didn’t want his companions to see him pushing through]

[Baby, please care about yourself a little, okay?]

[Don’t push yourself, my dear. Come home, okay? Mikoto is still waiting for you to come home.]

[Oh my goodness, he’s covered in sweat. How much pain must that be, boo hoo hoo hoo]

[I can clearly feel that Naraku has a bit of a self-destructive tendency. Who takes medicine like that, QAQ?]

[This part is too agonizing. It made my tears flow like a waterfall... naraku fans are really broken, boo hoo hoo hoo]

[Is Naraku crying? (T ^ T)]

[I actually hope he cries. At least, it would mean he can still feel sorry for himself.]

The green light of Medical Ninjutsu glowed faintly around Naraku, and the boy’s weak but stubborn muttering revealed that this was not a simple healing jutsu.

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