Chapter 139
"Hey, which village are these two from? Are they so disorganized that they're already fighting each other?" A woman dressed in black fishnet stockings standing beside Ōnoki crossed her arms, a mocking smile curling her lips.
"Kurotsuchi, that's enough. Let Lord Tsuchikage handle this. Don't act recklessly," the tall man standing next to Ōnoki warned her in a low voice. Unlike Kurotsuchi, he was far more composed.
In the middle of them stood Ōnoki, small and silent. The Third Tsuchikage was an elderly man with white hair and beard, barely reaching 1.3 meters in height. With his diminutive frame and hunched back, he resembled a large yellow rodent. You wouldn't even notice him unless you lowered your head.
Hyuga Chinano, however, was not one to remain idle in the face of provocation. Without hesitation, she fired a shot. The bullet, enhanced by her chakra, tore through the air with increased velocity and shot directly toward Kurotsuchi.
But Kurotsuchi was no pushover. She quickly spewed a stream of grayish-white cement-like mucus from her mouth—Earth Release: Cement Clone Technique (Doton: Nendō Bunshin no Jutsu)—which hardened instantly and blocked the bullet.
"What? I thought you were supposed to be strong. Is that all you've got? Just a toy. Worthless," Kurotsuchi sneered, spreading her arms in mock disappointment. She didn't see the gun in Chinano's hand as a threat. No matter how fast the bullet was, it still had to hit her, and with her reflexes, she believed it never would.
Just as Kurotsuchi was feeling smug, a chill suddenly ran down her spine. The hairs on her body stood on end, and cold sweat trickled down her back. Danger. But she couldn't pinpoint its source, which was the most terrifying part.
"You bastard—"
Boom!
A faint flash of fire erupted from a distant mountain, and a sniper bullet streaked toward Kurotsuchi like a beam of light, propelled by tremendous force.
In reality, sniper rifles were far more lethal than they were often portrayed in fiction. In movies, victims might hold on long enough for dramatic final words. But in truth, when a sniper round struck, even a torso or limb hit would cause massive tissue destruction, leaving behind nothing but a mist of blood and bone fragments. The impact was catastrophic, often obliterating everything in its path.