Swish, swish, swish~

A few kunai shot out from the side.

Seimei's ears twitched slightly. Without turning his head, he pinpointed the trajectory of the shuriken based on the sound. With a swift movement, he dodged the attack.

Immediately after, he kicked off the ground with both feet. Like a cannonball, he shot forward and caught up to the retreating and injured Mist Village Special Jōnin in the blink of an eye.

However, at that very moment, the Special Jōnin suddenly turned around and threw several thin steel needles.

"Senbon!"

Seimei instantly recognized the concealed weapons.

With that, his Sharingan spun rapidly, locking onto the flight paths of the needles. With a sharp "clang," he unsheathed the long sword at his waist.

Clang, clang, clang~

A series of crisp metallic collisions echoed.

Holding his long sword, Seimei skillfully deflected all the incoming needles.

In the next moment, his body emitted a faint azure glow as he once again unleashed his "Blink Sword Technique."

His speed surged, and in an instant, he appeared before the Mist Village Special Jōnin.

Whoosh~

The long sword slashed out!

Blade light flashed.

Facing the Special Jōnin in front of him, Seimei executed both the "Phantom Sword Technique" and the "Shadow Sword Technique" with precision.

Six sword shadows, three real and three illusions, appeared, attacking from six different angles in quick succession.

A strong sense of crisis filled Nagashima mind. Seeing the six sword shadows closing in on him, he could discern the three illusions but lacked the time to evade the remaining three real ones.

Clenching his teeth, he continued retreating.

At the same time, he raised his hands to form seals, preparing to use the "Substitution Jutsu."

Slash~

The sound of flesh being torn echoed.

Seimei's three slashes hit their mark, but with a sudden "poof," the Special Jōnin turned into a humanoid water flow, disintegrating into a small puddle on the ground.

It was clearly the Mist Village's unique "Water Clone Technique."

However, using the "Substitution Jutsu" didn't mean he escaped unscathed—the sound of tearing flesh earlier wasn't fake.

This was evident from the crimson tinge in the puddle of water on the ground.

Retracting his long sword, Seimei looked up at a nearby tree branch.

On the branch, Nagashima stood unsteadily, clutching his chest.

Drops of blood seeped through his fingers, indicating a serious injury.

But as an enemy, Seimei showed no pity.

Almost immediately after locating his target, he formed hand seals and unleashed a fire-style jutsu—Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!

Boom~

A crimson fireball struck the branch, breaking it and setting it ablaze.

Yet Seimei's face showed no joy at this sight.

Why? Because Nagashima had already escaped to a neighboring tree.

Large beads of cold sweat slid down Nagashima forehead as he gasped for air, his face pale as a sheet. His condition had worsened significantly.

But Seimei didn't care.

In the next instant, he cast another Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!

This time, Nagashima was prepared. He quickly formed seals and managed to use Water Release: Water Formation Wall just before the fireball reached him.

Splash~

A wall of water appeared in front of him, blocking the fireball.

Seeing this, Seimei narrowed his eyes. After dodging an ambush from a few Mist Chūnin using ninja tools and techniques, he rapidly formed seals and unleashed another jutsu—Fire Release: Dragon Flame Jutsu!

This time, his target was still Nagashima.

Three fiery dragons materialized, attacking from the left, center, and right simultaneously.

Nagashima, seeing the three fire dragons approaching from different directions, realized a single water wall wouldn't suffice.

He quickly leapt to another tree.

Boom, boom, boom~

The three fire dragons struck the tree, engulfing it in flames almost instantly.

The raging fire spread outward, heating the faces of everyone nearby.

Nagashima tore his gaze away from the flames and turned to Seimei, trying to anticipate his next move.

But at that moment, a transparent wind blade shot through the flames, heading straight for him.

Seimei's attack was faster than Nagashima had expected!

In mid-air, already in a weakened state, Nagashima had no way to evade.

His expression turned grim as he desperately twisted his body, attempting to avoid the wind blade.

Unfortunately, Seimei's Sharingan had long locked onto him, predicting his movements. The blade's angle left him no escape.

Slash~

The sound of flesh tearing filled the air as the wind blade sliced through Nagashima body, severing half of his arm.

And it didn't stop there.

In the next moment, a high-pressure stream of water shot from Seimei's mouth like a fine thread, slicing through the forest and Nagashima body.

The excruciating pain caused Nagashima eyes to widen.

Looking down, he saw his torso split at the waist, spilling his intestines and internal organs onto the ground, pulling him downward.

Before that, his familiar legs had already fallen to the ground.

"These... are my legs..."

A nearly inaudible murmur escaped his lips.

In his final moments, he looked up at Seimei.

But all he saw was Seimei charging toward other Mist-nin.

An inexplicable surge of rage filled his heart.

But it was all futile.

Thud~

His upper body hit the ground, his already gruesome appearance worsening.

Yet no one paid him any attention now.

As he had seen, Seimei immediately shifted his focus to the surrounding Mist-nin after ensuring Nagashima couldn't survive.

The Mist-nin, initially aiding Nagashima, no longer had time to spare for him.

Clang, clang~

The sharp sound of metal clashing echoed.

Seimei, wielding a single blade, moved like a phantom among the Mist Chūnin and Genin. His speed was so overwhelming that they couldn't react.

In just a few moments, he had killed one.

And that was just the beginning.

Within seconds, he killed two more, effortlessly slaughtering them as if they were livestock.

The remaining Mist-nin couldn't help but recall the terror they'd felt not long ago.

Unconsciously, they all took a few steps back, staring at Seimei at the center.

Seimei glanced at them, his expression unchanged.

When the difference in strength reaches a certain level, numbers cease to matter. The stronger side can crush the weaker one single-handedly.

Like now, with the power of his Sharingan's superior insight and his exceptional physical abilities, Seimei could easily deal with everyone around him.