Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

"No matter what method we use, we absolutely cannot let that Uchiha brat get away to come here!"

"We must stop him at the border! We absolutely cannot let him come any closer!"

"Yes......"

The samurai responded in a low voice, stood up from the ground, but had already made another plan in his mind.

Issuing an order?

Do not make jokes.

That kind of monster cannot be stopped by sheer numbers.

Whoever goes will die.

If he were to actually deliver this death order, he feared he would be torn to pieces by those enraged ninjas before that brat even arrived.

In situations like this, saving your life is the most important thing.

Let's just run away.

Watching the samurai's departing figure, the daimyo of the Land of Lightning, who had been in a daze, seemed to suddenly realize something and slapped his thigh.

"Should we leave a squad of ninjas to protect us?"

The several prominent figures were instantly stunned.

Yes!

If the front lines are lost, doesn't that mean...?

Could that Uchiha Sasuke possibly arrive here at any moment?!

"Get Obito Uchiha! And that long-haired one too!" The Daimyo of the Land of Earth slammed his fist on the table. "Get them here to protect us!"

"Aren't they supposed to be very capable? Didn't Obito say he could resurrect the dead? Let him do it!"

"And that one with long hair, he looks really tough. Tell them all to come over here!"

"Go!"

One of his attendants quickly agreed and scurried out of the ballroom.

He returned a dozen minutes later.

However, no one was following behind him.

"Where are the two of them?" The Fire Country Daimyo leaned forward, his eyes full of anticipation. "Are they making some preparations? Or do they have any requests?"

"I'll pay them whatever money they ask for, as long as they're willing to come!"

The attendant was pale and trembling uncontrollably. He glanced cautiously at the several lords, his voice barely audible.

"Lord Obito also died at the hands of Sasuke Uchiha."

"what?!"

That masked man who confidently claimed he could solve everything...

He died too?!

"Then...isn't there another one?!"

The Daimyo of the Land of Lightning pressed anxiously, his voice trembling, "Where is that guy named Uchiha Madara?! He's so strong, he must be alright, right?!"

The attendant lowered his head even further and spoke even more cautiously.

"Lord Uchiha Madara didn't offer any opinion and kicked me out."

In reality, Madara Uchiha's attitude was far from as "gentle" as he described. After hearing the daimyo's order, he only coldly said, "Get out."

The man's murderous intent was palpable, and he dared not disobey.

If I go against his opinion, I will surely die.

"What do you mean?"

The daimyo of the Land of Earth could no longer sit still; his body trembled. "Why isn't he coming?!"

"Without him, who will protect us?!"

"This is the daimyo's order."

The attendant didn't speak, but just knelt on the ground, trembling.

He didn't know what to say.

The prominent figures slumped in their chairs, utterly dejected.

Madara Uchiha's cold rejection made them vaguely realize something.

Things seem to be developing in a way that's... out of their control.

..........

Outside the capital of the Land of Iron, a cold wind howled, swirling snowflakes.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, and the city walls were densely packed with ninjas.

They were the "last line of defense" forcibly pieced together by the daimyo.

"coming!"

On the city wall, a young Chunin pointed into the distance, "Uchiha Sasuke has appeared!"

All eyes instantly focused on that one point.

On the horizon, where wind and snow raged, several figures slowly emerged.

The young man at the head of the group was dressed in a pure white robe, his silver hair flying wildly in the wind and snow. Even through the swirling snow, he still exuded a suffocating aura of power.

Behind him followed Orochimaru, Nagato, and Konan.

Only a handful of people.

Its imposing presence surpasses that of a thousand troops.

Orochimaru stopped in his tracks, his golden snake eyes sweeping over the dark mass of people on the city wall.

"It looks quite lively, but what a pity..."

"There are very few people who can even perform a decent chakra reaction at this level."

Sasuke's voice was cold and stern: "After witnessing true power, how many would be willing to die for those corrupt daimyo?"

"Don't let him get close!"

On the city wall, a Jonin from Kumogakure forcibly suppressed his fear, drew his ninja sword, and shouted sternly, "Everyone, listen to my command! We cannot let him set foot in the capital!"

"Quick! Use ninjutsu together!"

The ninjas were jolted awake by the Jonin's roar and began frantically forming hand seals.

Fire Release Team! Ready!

"Wind Release team! Assist with Fire Release!"

Hundreds of ninjas skilled in fire-style techniques stepped forward simultaneously, roaring in unison as their chakra surged wildly.

"Fire Release: Great Dragon Fire Technique!"

Fire Release: Great Flame Bullet!

Long streams of flame spewed from the mouths of hundreds of people, gathering together like an orange wave, and crashed down on Sasuke and his group below.

Fueled by the wind, the fire instantly transformed into a raging storm.

The momentum was so great that it seemed to evaporate the snow and wind that filled the sky.

Sasuke sneered, "Showing off your Fire Release techniques in front of the Uchiha clan, you really have guts."

He stopped, opened his arms, and drew back the blue, transparent longbow.

The "Flame of Amaterasu" condensed on the bowstring and took shape in the blink of an eye.

A moment later.

With a "whoosh," it shot out.

However, under the fire-based attacks of thousands of people, this arrow appeared extremely small.

However, the power of "ninjutsu" cannot often be judged by its "scale".

Amaterasu scorches, and the "fire wave" is burned away the moment it touches the surface.

Like a shooting star, it streaks across the sky.

The ninjas were terrified and tried to scatter, but when the "arrow" came rushing towards them, they suddenly realized that this small arrow, which seemed so insignificant in the face of the fire wave, was actually so powerful.

Black flames erupted, instantly engulfing the figures of hundreds of ninjas on the city wall.

Screams and wails rose and fell in the black flames, but soon fell silent.

Just one strike.

People died, and the city fell.

That was the strike.

This completely shook the will of the remaining ninjas.

"A monster..."

"We can't win... We can't possibly beat this monster!"

Sasuke put away his longbow, walked through the burning ruins, and headed straight into the city.

Orochimaru, Nagato, and others followed closely behind.

Wherever they went, the ninjas retreated to both sides like a tide.

They pretended to be friendly and stood around them all the way until they saw them enter the daimyo's residence.

Chapter 240 Funerals of the Old Era (5k)

Entering the mansion.