"Ding!" "Ding!"
Facing two opponents, Saitama didn't hesitate to set his own rhythm.
Speed combined with strength—perfectly synchronized—gave Saitama the power to suppress even a coordinated Chūnin and Jōnin team.
"Boom!"
Saitama dodged a slash from one enemy's blade, only to be kicked in the back. The impact sent him flying.
"Haha!"
The sword-wielding shinobi grinned in satisfaction at their successful teamwork.
"Keep up the formation. Attack freely!" the shinobi who had just kicked Saitama murmured to his comrade.
Neither of them could defeat Saitama alone, but working together, they could push him into a corner.
The blade-wielding ninja moved to the front, shielding his partner and facing Saitama directly.
"Interesting…"
Saitama noticed how similar the two opponents looked—likely brothers—and how well they worked together. Their coordination was clearly beyond ordinary shinobi.
Chakra sparked around his body as Chidori surged through his limbs. His short hair lifted from the sheer static, giving him a fierce and majestic aura.
"Zzzzz!"
With narrowed eyes, Saitama assessed the field. He needed to take out the ninja hiding behind first—the one waiting for an opening.
"Whoosh!"
His blue-and-white form vanished in a lightning-fast dash. The shinobi up front barely tracked the movement, unable to follow Saitama's actions.
"Aagh!"
The front-line Sand shinobi shouted to steel his nerves and swung his blade toward where he predicted Saitama would appear.
"Whoosh!"
Saitama slid low, dodging the overhead strike and positioning himself right in front of the enemy's legs—crotch-level.
Looking up, Saitama locked eyes with his startled opponent.
"Heh."
Not wasting the opportunity, Saitama's blade surged with lightning. The enemy tried to retreat, but he was a step too slow.
Saitama's blade sliced across the man's waist. Blood sprayed instantly.
"Watch out!"
The second ninja shouted as he rushed forward to assist.
"Boom!"
Capitalizing on the opening, Saitama lunged forward to finish off the retreating enemy. He kicked off the sand, his body snapping forward with explosive power.
"Clang!"
The enemy twisted in desperation, raising his broadsword to block. But Saitama's blade struck again, crackling lightning arcing on impact.
"Zzzzz!"
Saitama extended his left hand. The screech of Chidori echoed as chakra surged wildly.
Using his high-speed movement to boost the attack, Saitama broke through the defense.
"Huh?"
The enemy thought he had blocked the attack—but hadn't noticed the second strike. Saitama's left hand pierced through his chest from behind, lightning crackling at the fingertips.
"Pfft!"
Blood gushed from the shinobi's mouth. A thunderball flared through his chest.
Saitama pressed tightly against the man's body, slashed away the blocking blade, and slipped past his shoulder, drenched in the enemy's blood.
Still sharp-eyed, Saitama remembered the second opponent and the surrounding battlefield full of enemies.
"Zzzzz!"
He withdrew his hand, lightning evaporating the blood from his palm as he shoved the enemy's corpse aside.
"Die!"
Just then, a kunai came flying at him—followed by a pair of bloodshot eyes. The surviving shinobi had launched a surprise attack.
"Clang!"
Anticipating it, Saitama raised the fallen shinobi's sword to block.
"Boom!"
He delivered a kick, stomping on the corpse for leverage, and counterattacked.
"Slash!"
His blade cut deep into the enemy again and again, painting the shinobi red in seconds.
Blinded by rage over his brother's death, the surviving enemy lost all composure. He no longer saw the difference in their strength—only revenge.
"You want to die? I'll send you off myself!"
Saitama's voice was cold as he stabbed the enemy through the chest. Drenched in blood and lightning, he looked like a death god descended on the battlefield.
"Heh... You'll die too... Sunagakure will avenge us!"
The enemy clung to Saitama with both hands, refusing to let go.
Saitama increased the lightning flow through his blade. The chakra surged violently, and with a convulsion, the enemy collapsed—eyes rolled back. Saitama drew his blade out wordlessly.
All around, the battle raged. Bodies of fallen shinobi littered the sand. Some were still alive, struggling to breathe.
"Saitama!"
A voice called out—Uchiha Lin.
Saitama turned. Lin was engaged by three enemies. Even with her fully matured Sharingan, she was being overwhelmed. All three were Jōnin.
"Zzzzt!"
Without hesitation, Saitama dashed over, intercepting one attacker. Lin's pressure immediately lessened, allowing her to regain control.
"Huh?"
The enemy took a good look at Saitama. Young, blood-soaked, crackling with lightning chakra... A memory stirred from a recent intel report:
A Konoha shinobi infiltrated deep into Wind Country and destroyed a supply convoy. Lightning Release chakra, young, sword-user…
Recognizing the threat, the Sand ninja tightened his guard. If this was that same infiltrator, carelessness could be fatal.
"Ding ding ding ding ding!"
Their weapons clashed in a blur.
"Zzzzt!"
A current traveled along the tip of Saitama's blade and shocked the enemy.
But the Sand ninja activated a burst of chakra and freed himself from the paralysis. He kneed Saitama hard in the gut.
"Boom!"
Saitama staggered back. He hadn't expected a counterattack.
Blood dripped from his mouth. He wiped it away with his wrist, eyes narrowing.
"Zzzzz!"
His chakra surged like a storm, drawing everyone's attention.
"Die."
He abandoned his previous blade and charged barehanded.
"Bang!"
His punch landed squarely on the enemy's cheek, distorting the man's face and knocking out several teeth.
"Strike!"
Saitama retrieved his weapon and slashed with a lightning-coated blade.
"Clang!"
The enemy blocked with a kunai imbued with chakra. The chakra barrier reduced the lightning's effect, but the force still pushed him back.
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