Chapter 56
"Hey!"
Sand crunched beneath Saitama's feet as he dashed across the battlefield, kicking up clouds of yellow grit. His figure flickered through the chaos—fluid, fast, and unstoppable. The Sand Shinobi couldn't react in time. In the blink of an eye, several were left groaning in his wake, completely incapacitated.
"Kill! Take down these Suna bastards!"
Saitama's sudden intervention gave the nearby Konoha forces a moment to breathe. The crushing pressure on their front lines lightened instantly, and the tide began to shift. His presence alone sent shivers through the ranks of enemy shinobi. The Sand ninja who had once been advancing now staggered or fell back, not daring to challenge him directly.
Saitama ignored the wounded enemies left behind, their groans fading into the background. His goal lay ahead—the frontline battle Lin had mentioned earlier. That was where the true core of the war was being decided. Compared to that, the enemies here were little more than expendable pawns.
Electric chakra crackled across his blade, and his pace never faltered. Every ninja in the vicinity instinctively knew—this wasn't someone you wanted to stand in front of.
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This war spanned a battlefield of tens of thousands, far vaster than Saitama had imagined. The front stretched endlessly. As he neared the area Lin had indicated—the sector where Konoha's jōnin forces clashed with Suna's elites—his ears picked up the sound of shouting.
"Konoha shinobi! Know this: the outcome of this war belongs to Sunagakure!"
"In your dreams, sand-rats!"
"Konoha won't lose—not today!"