N-A-A Chapter 107 Misa Hayama
Chapter 107 Misa Hayama
Chapter 107 Misa Hayama
"Counterattack!"
Shimura Kuroba formed hand seals, his cheeks puffing out.
"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"
call-
A gust of wind instantly dispersed the remaining smoke, and the extremely concentrated wind pressure rushed straight towards Class 37 on the opposite side.
At the same time, Sarutobi Tetsuya formed hand seals again.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
The wind fanned the flames.
Originally a C-rank fireball, the Wind Release technique doubled in size, threatening to devour the three civilian boys.
Ninjutsu coordination. This is a tactical skill that children from wealthy families are taught from a young age.
At the same time, Gaku Inuzuka, riding on the back of a ninja dog, activated the Beast Mimicry Ninjutsu.
"Tooth-to-teeth!"
The man and his dog transformed into a raging tornado, flanking from the side and sealing off their escape route.
Faced with this fierce offensive, the three ordinary boys from Class 37 showed signs of panic.
Their legs were shaking.
The fireball slammed into the steel shield.
The heatwave distorted the air.
The three civilian boys behind the shield huddled together tightly.
They were terrified.
The high temperature was conducted through the steel plate, and even with heat-insulated handles, it was so hot that they could barely hold the shields.
The burly boy braced his arms against the shield, his teeth grinding together.
"Hold on! Hold on!"
He shouted with his eyes closed.
Meanwhile, on the flank, Inuzuka Gaku, in his "Tooth-Tooth" drill form, crashed into them.
boom!
It did not hit any physical body.
Because that thin girl frantically threw out a net.
It was a specially made wire mesh, with the mesh covered in extremely sticky glue.
This is a tool used by hunters to capture large wild beasts; it is a non-lethal, controlled weapon.
sizzle.
The rapidly spinning Inugami and his ninja dog were instantly trapped by the sticky net.
The spinning stopped. They were like flies trapped in pine resin, the more they struggled, the tighter they became entangled.
"mean!"
Inuzuka Gaku was cursing online, and his dog whimpered.
On the front, the flames finally subsided.
The steel plate was glowing red-hot, radiating suffocating heat.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Sarutobi Tetsuya and Shimura Kuroba, sitting opposite each other, were panting heavily.
That combination of ninjutsu just now almost drained most of their chakra.
"Has it fallen?"
Sarutobi Tetsuya stared at the smoking steel plate.
The steel plate collapsed.
Three dusty, sweaty, but unharmed boys were revealed behind them.
"N-nothing?"
Shimura Kuroba's eyes widened.
"Counterattack!"
The burly boy shouted.
His name is Iwai, he is the blacksmith's son, and he is very strong.
He pulled a round object out of his ninja tool bag.
It's a smoke bomb.
Moreover, it's a specially made smoke bomb mixed with chili powder.
Bang bang bang!
A burst of purplish-red smoke instantly erupted on the training ground.
A pungent, spicy aroma permeated the air.
"Cough cough cough! My eyes!"
These pampered young masters of wealthy families had never suffered like this before; they instantly burst into tears and coughed incessantly.
My vision was blocked, and my breathing was disturbed.
It was in this chaotic instant that...
The three boys from Class 37 rushed forward clumsily.
They put on gas masks and goggles and plunged into the smoke.
Bang! A muffled sound.
Sarutobi Tetsuya felt a heavy blow to his abdomen and was sent flying.
That was Iwai's knee, which was covered in iron knee pads, slamming into him hard.
It was a chaotic, purely street brawl.
But it works.
Immediately afterwards, a cold kunai was pressed against Sarutobi Tetsuya's throat.
Although the hand holding the kunai was still trembling, the blade was real.
On the other side, Shimura Kuroba was also pinned to the ground by two civilian children.
They even used their bodies to pin down the elite young man, rendering him unable to move.
The smoke dissipated.
The entire room fell silent.
The Jonin, teachers, and officials from the supply department in the stands all gaped open.
We lost?
The elite class lost to three losers who only knew how to throw props?
Sarutobi Seki sat in the stands, his face ashen.
This is absolutely a farce!
That's enough.
A cold female voice pierced through the noisy training ground.
A green figure appeared in the center of the battlefield as if by teleportation.
It was a woman.
She had unusually long, flaxen hair, neatly styled into a high ponytail. She wore a Jonin vest, the zipper of which was almost bursting open at the chest, yet her waist was extremely slender.
Her hands were wrapped in white bandages.
Misa Hayama.
The Jonin who was in charge of the first team.
Her eyes were cold, and she waved one hand.
A powerful chakra storm erupted instantly, directly dispersing the smoke that filled the sky.
"Relax."
Misa Hayama spoke up.
Iwai's hand trembled slightly, and he involuntarily loosened his grip. His companions also released Shimura Kuroba and untied the wire mesh from Inuzuka Gaku.
Sarutobi Tetsuya and the other two scrambled out, their faces flushed with embarrassment, too ashamed to look their teacher in the eye.
"Teacher, we—"
"Shut up."
Mesa did not look at them.
"Mattday".
Meisha looked at Dai, who was standing on the sidelines.
"Is this the kind of student you taught?"
Such a victory is worthless on the real battlefield.
Matt Day was not intimidated by her imposing manner.
He scratched his head, revealing a set of white teeth.
"But, Misa, on the battlefield, survival itself is a victory!"
"Even if the posture is a little awkward, as long as I can protect my comrades, that's youth!"
Misa frowned slightly.
She utterly despised such glib talk.
"Hopefully, they'll still have the opportunity to throw these ninja tools when they encounter a real enemy."
She turned away, ignoring them.
"First shift, follow me."
"We will go back and train harder to wash away today's humiliation with our sweat."
She left with three dejected elite disciples.
His back was straight and upright, exuding a sternness that made people afraid to approach him.
From the stands, Sosuke withdrew his gaze.
He sat quietly in the corner, watching everything unfold.
Misa Hayama————
Sosuke's left eye saw something in that brief moment.
When Misa unleashed her chakra, her meridians did not expand due to overload like ordinary people.
On the contrary, her cells exhibited an astonishing activity at that moment.
That's a vitality far beyond that of ordinary people.
"That chakra-like texture—"
Sosuke stroked his chin.
"This doesn't seem like a typical bloodline limit—"
"interesting."
Sosuke stood up and dusted off his clothes.
The purpose of this exercise has been achieved.
Class 37 won.
Although the victory was ugly and it was despised by the elite class.
But this precisely proves the feasibility of Sosuke's "pay-to-win" strategy.
Given enough resources, even a bottom-of-the-class student can defeat a genius.
"The supplies department should have nothing to say, right?"
Sousuke glanced at Sarutobi Seki, whose face was ashen.
He smiled, turned and left.
In the days to come, we need to increase our investment.
Not just Class 37.
He wanted to replicate this victory across the entire front.
The more cannon fodder who survive, the more loyalty he will gain in the future.
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