The Uchiha clan, which was wiped out entirely, lacked vision.

Chapter 212 The End of the Third Generation

Chapter 212 The End of the Third Generation

After teasing Itachi, Ann turned her gaze to Hiruzen Sarutobi, who was already on his deathbed.

"Haha, Lord Third Generation, we meet again!"

"What did I say when we broke up?"

"I told you I had plenty of time to play around with you guys, but I never expected to outlast you so quickly!"

An sighed in a mocking manner, looking full of regret.

"Sigh, honestly, I thought I'd let you witness the destruction of Konoha Village with your own eyes!"

Looks like you won't be able to see it!

"But that's fine too, at least you won't be the last Hokage of Konoha."

"Congratulations, Hiruzen Sarutobi, you're free now!"

At this moment, the Third Hokage had completely lost any semblance of his former heroic demeanor.

He lay in a pool of blood, his body riddled with wounds, his internal organs shattered by the wooden splinters used in the sapling technique. Even if Tsunade were to revive him, she could not save him.

He's barely clinging to life thanks to the all-out efforts of those medical ninjas.

He was completely incapable of dealing with An's provocation.

He barely managed to open his eyes, looking around with cloudy vision, searching for a successor to take over his position as Hokage.

But to his dismay, he looked around and found that all those he had once valued had died in the years of war, and there was no one who could carry the banner of Konoha Hokage after him.

Jiraiya, having discovered that the battle had resumed, finally arrived belatedly.

As he summoned the giant toad to help Itachi fight, he came to Hiruzen Sarutobi and, seeing his teacher's miserable state, burst into tears.

"Teacher—I—"

Hiruzen Sarutobi gripped Jiraiya's hand tightly, hesitating. Should he leave this position to Jiraiya?

Jiraiya's personality was too carefree, and he was too idealistic, making him completely unsuitable to be Hokage!

But when he looked again, he couldn't find a better candidate than him.

Should I choose Itachi Uchiha?

His personality was calm enough, but his heart was too cold, much like his old buddy Danzo. He was only suited to live in the dark underground, not to be the leader of a village.

Having no other choice, he could only pick the best of the worst and make do with it.

Regardless, Jiraiya's fighting prowess is still trustworthy.

Moreover, he is their own disciple, with impeccable lineage, so there's no need to worry about opposition from other ninja clans, and taking over power should be much smoother.

With the Nara family's genuine support, Jiraiya's chances of becoming Hokage, no matter how bad, are slim!

Hopefully, he can handle Uchiha An!

After the thought flashed through his mind, Hiruzen Sarutobi used his last bit of strength to grasp Jiraiya's hand and struggled to say, "The village—I'm entrusting it to you."

After managing to say those words, he kicked his legs and died.

"Oh dear, Hiruzen Sarutobi is dead just like that, it's so heartbreaking!"

An was there grinning and talking, clearly putting on a show of feigned innocence, which immediately infuriated Jiraiya and the others.

"Let's prepare the teacher's body for burial first. I'll handle Uchiha An's side."

Jiraiya coldly gave the order and quickly summoned two little toad sages.

"Ah, Jiraiya, didn't they say they were going to sign a peace treaty? Why are they fighting again?"

As soon as Shima the Hermit appeared, he began to complain, but when his gaze swept across the room, he saw Hiruzen Sarutobi's corpse and was immediately shocked.

"Wait, is that the Third Hokage lying over there?"

Jiraiya nodded silently and said, "My two sages, this time the enemy is still Uchiha An. We can't be careless. Let's enter Sage Mode directly!"

"Okay, we understand. Let's get started!"

"Leave the safety issues to Bunta."

Two little toads perched on Jiraiya's shoulders and began helping him gather Sage Chakra.

However, An did not intend to let him have it so easily. He stretched out his hand, pointed at Jiraiya from afar, and activated the Tenseigan with a flash of green light on his shoulders.

Streaks of green chakra light rapidly spread from her shoulders to her body, as if covering An with a chakra cloak, and even the ends of her hair burst forth with tiny green chakra sparks.

Clusters of green lights, like fireflies, floated in front of him, making him look like an immortal, otherworldly and ethereal.

For an enemy like Jiraiya, ordinary attacks are completely ineffective, so An didn't intend to waste chakra testing him. He went straight for the big guns from the start and used the "Tenshenggan Chakra Mode" to fight the enemy.

As the "Tenseigan Chakra Mode" was activated, chakra beads, resembling "Truth-Seeking Balls," began to circulate rapidly around him.

With a wave of his hands, the chakra beads formed a green light gate in front of his body, and then a highly compressed and violent chakra wind blade swept out from the light gate.

"Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!"

In the blink of an eye, these wind blades crossed the distance between them and rushed in front of Jiraiya.

Along the path the wind blades passed through, almost everything in between was cut into pieces, including the Wood Release: Tree World Forest summoned by An.

Even the weasel had to stop cutting down trees and focus on defense to avoid being blown away by the strong wind.

Even so, Susanoo's armor still groaned under the immense wind pressure, peeling away layer by layer to reveal the muscles and even bones beneath.

As for Gamabunta, he leaped and blocked Jiraiya's path the moment An raised his hand to aim at him.

"If you want to stop them, you'll have to get past my defenses first!"

Wen Tai shouted loudly, gripped his sword with both hands, and slashed forward heavily, creating a vortex of wind in front of him. It collided head-on with the sweeping wind blade, producing a piercing and sharp friction sound, and bursting out a dazzling white light like the sun at the point of impact.

Both being Wind Release techniques, they collided and cut each other hundreds of times in an instant, but after only a brief stalemate, the outcome was decided.

With a loud "bang," the wind vortex in front of Bunta was shattered and pushed by the continuous wind blades, continuing to sweep towards Bunta.

"ha!"

With a roar, Bunta held his sword in both hands and slashed rapidly in front of him, enduring the cutting of the wind blades.

His skin began to peel off in large areas, revealing bright red muscle tissue underneath.

But his huge webbed feet still gripped the ground tightly, and even though he was covered in blood, he did not retreat an inch.

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