vncnus Chapter 552 Wind Canyon
Chapter 552 Wind Canyon
That's enough.
A cold voice interrupted the elder's roar.
It's Chiyo.
The advisor elder of Sunagakure no longer had his usual majesty and composure on his face; instead, he exuded a chilling coldness.
Her younger brother, the chief tactical advisor of Sunagakure, had his mind broken in this way, which was a greater humiliation for her than defeat.
His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on the figure seated high in the Wind Shadow's position.
Third Generation Kazekage, Retsumon.
To everyone's surprise, Lie Men showed not a trace of anger on his face in the face of such a humiliating disgrace.
He simply looked at the battle report quietly, as if admiring a work of art.
A moment later, he slowly raised his head, and a light of almost excitement shone in his yellow pupils.
"Since they've come to negotiate, they'll inevitably head to Sunagakure."
Liemen spoke, his tone eerily calm, "Searching for three top assassins in the desert is like finding a needle in a haystack. In that case, why should we bother chasing them?"
His finger traced lightly across the map on the table, and finally, he pressed down heavily on one spot.
"All we need to do is prepare a grand welcome ceremony for them on their way home."
The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly shifted from panic to an extreme chill following his words.
"Thousand Winds Canyon!"
An elder cried out in alarm.
All eyes were focused on the narrow strip of land on the map that Fengying had pointed to.
That was a famously dangerous place within the Land of Wind, with steep walls on both sides and only a narrow passage in the middle. It was a natural place of death, with howling winds all year round.
It is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
This is a perfect graveyard, built to bury enemies.
Within Retsumon's body, the ancient and hoarse consciousness whispered: "Hiruzen Sarutobi... these men under your command are indeed quite interesting. This method of manipulating people's hearts is truly wonderful... However, the cat-and-mouse game should come to an end."
"Since we can't catch it,"
A cruel smile curled at the corner of Liemen's lips. "Then... let them walk in themselves."
He stood up, looking down at the crowd with an unprecedented air of iron will and decisiveness.
"I've decided to turn the tables and lay a trap in Thousand Wind Valley, using overwhelming firepower to utterly bury these three Konoha ninja who dared to provoke Sunagakure!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Chiyo suddenly stood up.
"Lord Kazekage, I will personally oversee this battle!"
Her voice held an unwavering resolve: "I will use the heads of these three Konoha ninjas to wash away the shame upon Ebizo and myself! To avenge all the fallen Sunagakure comrades!"
His determination inspired all the hawkish elders present.
"That's right! Let them never leave alive!"
"Let them know that the dignity of Sunagakure cannot be trampled upon!"
Lie Men looked down at the excited crowd and nodded in satisfaction. This was exactly the kind of madness that erupted when people were driven to the brink of despair.
"it is good."
He granted Chiyo the highest authority: "From now on, all combat personnel and war supplies in the village will be under the unified command of Advisor Chiyo. I only want one result!"
"Yes, sir!"
A high-stakes gamble that will determine the fate of Sunagakure for the next ten years has begun.
The order was given, and the entire Sand Village sprang into action. Squads of grim-faced puppeteers gathered from every corner of the village, silently heading towards the armory to collect the killing tools that made them famous.
The long-sealed warehouse was opened, and boxes of explosive tags, enough to flatten a small mountain, and cans of poison gas exuding an ominous aura were continuously transported out of the village.
This was an all-out effort.
The Sand Village intends to use their most prized puppetry and mechanical arts to turn Thousand Wind Valley into a true death trap.
……
In the desert hundreds of kilometers away.
Uchiha Kagami, Shimura Danzo, and Hatake Sakumo were standing atop a sand dune, gazing towards Sunagakure.
"Ha, they're really desperate."
Danzo looked at the dust rising in the distance, a sight caused by the large-scale deployment of the Sand Village forces, and a cold, mocking expression appeared on his face.
Their plan succeeded, almost too successfully. The continuous psychological blows completely enraged the desert scorpion, causing it to unleash its most venomous stinger.
Uchiha Kagami's three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated, and everything was clearly visible to him.
He saw the massive army, the hideous puppets, and the overwhelming killing intent.
Turning my gaze back, I saw a canyon outlined in red on a simple map.
"They prepared a grand welcoming ceremony for us."
Jing's tone was as gentle as ever, but the content of her words chilled the air.
On the map, the place name marked with a red circle is Thousand Wind Canyon.
Sakumo Hatake's gaze fell on the red circle, and a long-lost, fiery fighting spirit finally ignited in his eyes, which always carried a hint of gentleness and weariness.
Several days of walking the dog had left him utterly bored. What he craved was a battle where Blade could truly shine, not this tedious cat-and-mouse game.
Now, they have set up their formation on a chosen stage, waiting for them.
Sakumo gripped the hilt of the white dagger on his back.
"very good,"
He spoke calmly, a hint of excitement in his voice, "It saves us the trouble of looking for it again."
Go ahead to dangers.
The three of them did not hesitate at all, nor did they intend to take a detour.
What they had to do was to use the most direct and violent methods to break into this carefully prepared trap and shatter the last illusions of Sunagakure, along with their pride and confidence.
The three of them moved swiftly, transforming into three afterimages, and rushed straight towards the direction of Thousand Wind Canyon.
……
Thousand Winds Canyon.
Within the canyon, there was a deathly silence, with only the sound of the wind swirling among the rock walls, emitting a mournful wail like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
Granny Chiyo stood on the highest rock in the canyon, like a lifeless sculpture.
Behind her stood hundreds of the most elite puppeteers of Sunagakure.
Their fingers were connected to chakra threads that emitted a ghostly glow, the other end of which was connected to a killing puppet hidden in the shadows of the rock wall.
She closed her eyes, sensing everything within the canyon.
The flow of the wind, the trajectory of the sand, even the faint fluctuations of every wisp of chakra in the air.
coming.
She suddenly opened her eyes.
Three figures walked in unhurriedly from the entrance of the canyon.
The leader was a white-haired man with a short knife emanating an ominous aura stuck in his back.
He was at the front, his steps steady, without the slightest tension or wariness, more like he was taking a stroll in his own backyard.
Hatake Sakumo.
Chiyo's teeth were grinding together; this was the man who had brought shame upon her and her brother.
Behind him followed a man with a gloomy face and a gentle-looking Uchiha.
The three of them stepped into the canyon as if they had stepped into a tomb that had been opened for them.
When they reached the very center of the canyon, the predetermined, deadly epicenter with no way out, Chiyo raised her hand.
The howling wind in the canyon seemed to stand still at that moment.
"Let's do it!"
The command was given, as if the gates of hell had been opened.
"Creak—! Rumble—!"
On the steep cliffs on both sides of the canyon, countless hidden rock doors, which had been disguised beforehand, suddenly opened with a roar.
The next second, a dark mass of puppets, like a tidal wave bursting its banks, surged out from the hundreds of holes.
The puppets were of various shapes and sizes; some held poisoned blades, some could spew poisonous mist from their mouths, and some had densely packed thousands of stick launchers on their backs.
Their eyes gleamed with an inorganic red light, and their joints creaked and groaned as they rotated, forming a deathly torrent of steel, wood, and stone that instantly engulfed the figures of Shuo Mao and his companions from all directions.