ASFUCITWON Chapter 211: The Battle Begins 12

The man's sword clashed with Reiji's sword in a devastating impact, but Reiji's chakra sword was far stronger.

In one swift motion, Reiji's sword shot forward and severed the man's head, his body quickly falling into the surface of the sea.

Yukina, who had fallen into the water, was shocked to witness everything.

Yukina's head spun, her eyes filled with confusion.

Where Yukina had fallen, she stared at the calm sea, watching the reflection of the sun on the water's surface.

A sense of resignation overtook Yukina, as she knew this was the end of everything.

Reiji approached, his expression blank, as he calmly walked toward the slumped Yukina.

There was no compassion, only an intent to finish.

With one decisive movement, Reiji swiftly beheaded Yukina, and her body fell into the sea, sinking silently.

As Yukina's head fell and disappeared into the ocean, all the remaining ninjas fell silent.

The tension hanging in the air pressed down on them with a deep sense of fear.

No one spoke, no one moved.

Everyone was silent, witnessing the inevitable destruction.

Reiji then looked at the remaining ones, his gaze calculating.

Previously, the attacking ninja group numbered around three thousand, but after an hour of Reiji's rapid assault—where he vanished and reappeared in the blink of an eye—only a few ninjas remained.

Now, as Reiji began to fight more seriously, the number of enemies had significantly decreased.

Only a few hundred, or perhaps just over a thousand, were still able to hold on.

The atmosphere around them was so tense, like a bowstring pulled to the brink of snapping.

The sea breeze blew fiercely, cold and piercing, creating a suffocating pressure as if the air itself was reluctant to move freely.

Small waves broke around their feet, carrying splinters of wood and remnants of the recent battle.

On the surface of the gently undulating water, bloodstains floated, slowly fading away with the current.

There were broken weapons, kunai lodged at an angle in the surface of the wooden debris, wobbling but not yet sinking.

The silence now felt heavy.

Only two sounds dared to break the quiet: the heavy breaths and the soft steps of the remaining ninjas—steps that were nearly soundless.

It was as if the fear hanging in the air was ready to pounce on anyone who moved recklessly.

Reiji took a deep breath, his voice now sounding like a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

Reiji's sharp and calculating eyes were directed at the two remaining leaders of the attacking group, as if he could see what was in their minds.

One of the leaders, a man from Sunagakure, stood swaying.

Daiki's face, covered in dust and blood, looked vacant, his expression chaotic—showing shock, confusion, and a paralyzing fear.

Daiki's gaze appeared empty, as if he had lost his way.

Daiki's mouth was slightly open, his breaths were ragged, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

This was not just ordinary fear; it was a deep-seated terror, a fear that tore apart Daiki's fighting spirit.

As if all hope had vanished in an instant.

On the other hand, the other man, the leader of the attacking group from Iwagakure, still stood tall.

Although Tatsuya's face looked shocked and fearful, there was something different in the way he acted.

Tatsuya's lips were tightly pressed together, his chest heaving, yet his eyes did not lose their resolve.

There were no signs that Tatsuya would give up.

There was a kind of determination burning behind Tatsuya's dark gaze, as if he still had something prepared, a backup plan that he had yet to reveal.