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Chapter 32 - Ch-32 Jiraiya(Bonus chapter)

Sheer terror passed through the chunins, their eyes widening as, one by one, members of their group disappeared.One had a kunai down his throat, while another had his heart punctured.

The sounds of the battlefield—the explosions, the shouting—it all drowned out when they saw the gleaming Sharingan of the Uchiha.

SWOOSH

They didn't even know when it happened—the man, even at the door of death, was still far too fast for an ordinary group of chunins.

"Shit! Everybody head back and prepare a jutsu!" one of the chunins—perhaps their leader—shouted as they tried to distance themselves.

Yet goosebumps ran up his back… his ears trembled as a soft voice entered his eardrums.'You shouldn't have come for me.'

It was gruff, tired, and almost guilty—yet all the man felt was fear.

PUCHI

Sharp pain erupted from his chest. 'Huh?' He looked down only to find a katana—dull grey—sticking out of his heart.

Blood gurgled inside him, almost choking the man out. He tried to speak something… parting words? A prayer? Or perhaps curses for the man who ended his life.

Yet life wasn't fair to anyone—

THUD

His figure fell down like a broken canvas, unmoving and beyond repair.It barely took the fiery-haired Uchiha two minutes to dispatch the rest....Kyojiro panted like a hungry dog. Canceling his breathing technique, he immediately lunged for the ground.His vision—normally sharp enough to see far ahead—now felt woozy and hazy.

His fingers grabbed whatever they could find—hot blood, cloth, dirt, and gravel.

"Urghh!" he grunted, the pain finally catching up. He tried to hold it in, but another shout escaped his mouth. "Aaah!"

His muscles screamed at him like a roaring cat—not strong, but wounded. His hands slipped from the hilt of his katana.

'I… I can't move.' He felt something in the back of his throat. 'Blood? How injured am I?'

Yet despite it all, Kyojiro knew he had to move. 'I'm in the middle of the battlefield… I need to get out,' he shouted mentally.But the very moment he tried to activate his breathing style—

Cough, cough!

Blobs of blood spilled from his mouth. He almost retched, his face heaving.

'I… can't use it. It all hurts too much.'

So, he did what he could. His hands dug into the earth, dragging his tired body forward. His skin scraped against the sharp, painful ground, scratching and scarring him—but he continued to crawl.

'I… I need to live.' His vision was almost gone.

He didn't know why, but the rebound from his breathing technique was too much. He had overused it—and now he was paying the cost.

And there was always someone on the battlefield who noticed when a man was on his dying breath—especially someone as conspicuous as Kyojiro....A Kumo jonin sliced through a chunin, his face scrunched in worry. 'This is definitely not going as planned.' He picked up his blood-soaked kunai from the dead body.

The man was perplexed. The Kumo attack was perfect—the ambush, the surprise, everything was executed to plan. And yet…Yet the Konoha ninjas were making their own stand.

Their jonin count was supposed to be one or two higher, but that difference wasn't making any impact on the battlefield.

He twisted his head, eyes darting around, trying to understand what had gone wrong. Just as he was about to turn away, his eyes widened. 'Is that… Renji?'

His mouth almost fell open upon seeing the decapitated head of the Kumo ninja. 'How… Renji was a genius.'

Renji was barely in his twenties, yet he had accumulated a level of skill that even the experienced respected. Seeing his dead, lifeless face sent waves of shock through the man's body.

'Who…?' His gaze turned, scanning the battlefield—chunins locked in combat, jonins throwing jutsu—until it landed on one figure.

He looked pathetic. Fiery hair drowned in blood, body covered in small cuts, skin painted a deep shade of red.

The Kumo jonin saw the ninja crawling away, barely alive. 'He's running… no, more like crawling away from the field.'

He had no way of knowing it was the same ninja who had killed Renji. Yet, as if karma itself had chosen Kyojiro's fate—

SWOOSH

The man dashed across the ground, his figure disappearing before reappearing before the crawling ninja.

He looked down with a condescending gaze. 'He hasn't even noticed I'm here.' Malice flashed in his eyes.

He raised his kunai, aiming to end the pathetic ninja's life.

SWOOSHTHUD

The Kumo jonin's eyes widened as an arm stopped him mid-swing. A vein pulsed on his temple as he used all his strength, trying to force the blade down.

'I can't move… how—? I'm a jonin!'

Before he could think further, a loud, booming voice resounded beside him.

"Now, now… I can't have you kill him. He's caught my eye, after all."

SWOOSH

The Kumo jonin loosened his grip on his kunai, stepping back instinctively. The moment his eyes landed on the new arrival, his mouth almost touched the ground.'White hair… a massive scroll on his back—no way. He can't be here, can he?'

Jiraiya, on the other hand, smirked. "I see you recognize me."

SWOOSH

In the next instant, the Sannin moved. His figure blurred, even to the jonin's eyes. The man barely brought up his hands in a desperate defense—

BOOM

"Kerghhh!" Blood escaped his mouth as he was sent flying by a single punch from the Sannin.

But instead of chasing him, the white-haired sage turned, carefully lifting the fiery-haired Uchiha from the ground, carrying him to safety.

"Don't worry, Kyojiro. You did enough," Jiraiya whispered.

Turning back toward the jonin, he cracked his fingers, his hands already forming hand signs.

'I'm not so bad at fire style either,' his eyes twinkled.

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Thank you all for all the support this week, writting three chaps a day has been super difficult for me but still regardless thanks guys. 

From this week onwards I am changing the limit a bit, I wanna write quality chapters for you all and don't end up in a burnout. 

love ya all, ;)

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