They'd captured two enemy shinobi alive.The one Mirina had driven into the ground was already dead.The other two—one knocked out by Shisui, the other seized by Yamashiro Aoba—were breathing, barely.
Ishiki had to tend to Shisui's prisoner, staunching the bleeding just enough to keep the man from dying en route.
He didn't reveal Mystical Palm Technique.He simply cleaned and sutured the wounds using basic chakra-enhanced field medicine, then dressed them with bandages.
Shisui had avoided lethal strikes. The treatment sufficed.
Just as he finished, a cry rose from the crows overhead.
The number of calls told him everything—more enemy ninja were inbound.
"We've been exposed," Shisui muttered, face tightening. "Take the prisoners and change course.Aoba, you and Ishiki fall back immediately. Mirina and I will hold the rear.Regroup at Unameyama, near the Hot Springs border."
Orders given, Aoba slung one unconscious captive over his shoulder, Ishiki the other.They moved out fast, heading toward the designated rendezvous point.
Before setting out, the squad had mapped all routes through Yugakure and Yukigakure,identifying useful landmarks and escape paths.
Splitting up was standard for field operations.If Shisui had made the call, it was with calculated intent.
This meant—the enemy force was likely substantial.
Ishiki wasn't worried for Shisui.Mirina, though… he exhaled quietly.
As a med-nin, Ishiki couldn't draw enemy attention.His job was to defend the squad's sensor and interrogator—Aoba.
Once they found a hidden location, Aoba would extract intel from the prisoners.Ishiki's role: protect the operation.
According to the plan, Mirina would regroup quickly.That would leave only Shisui to delay the enemy.
And that meant—Shisui would bear the brunt.
As they ran, Ishiki noticed Aoba scattering a special powder into the wind.A chakra-suppressing scent neutralizer—to erase both human scent and trail.
With no footprints or odor, it would be difficult for the enemy to track them.
Ishiki committed every motion to memory.
He also glanced at Aoba's signature opaque tactical goggles.He'd brought a similar pair for himself.While they wouldn't fool a Sharingan user like Shisui, now that he was away from the Uchiha,he could finally use them to hide his eyes in a pinch.
"Here," Aoba said after half an hour, pointing to a dense forest thicket.
"Got it," Ishiki nodded, following him in.
Aoba's ninja crows still patrolled overhead,but they'd grounded most of them—too conspicuous in this area.
The two positioned one captive behind a tree.A muffled groan echoed—interrogation had begun.
Ishiki's own prisoner stirred at the sound, trembling.
Ishiki spared the man a glance, then looked away.Interrogation wasn't his field.He wouldn't risk disrupting Aoba's methods.
He remembered: Yamashiro Aoba was rumored to possess a technique that allowed access to memories.But… perhaps he hadn't learned it yet?
Ishiki stayed vigilant.The crows were sharp, but enemy shinobi could slip through if they knew how.
He activated his goggles, stayed crouched, and kept his senses sharp.
Minutes passed.
Eventually, Aoba dragged the second prisoner behind the same tree for interrogation.
But just minutes later—Ishiki's eyes narrowed.
His hand flicked to his pouch.Three shuriken flashed out in a triangle formation, targeting a distant tree.
Before they landed—a figure dispelled a camouflage genjutsu, stepping directly into their path.
He wielded a tantō, deflecting the shuriken mid-air.
But as he prepared to counter—
Ishiki's seals were already complete:
Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!
The jutsu—infamous among the Uchiha clan—was now widely known across the shinobi world.
A C-rank jutsu, it was perfectly within Ishiki's ability.And with his implanted Uchiha chakra disc, the jutsu came naturally.
A massive sphere of flame roared forward, engulfing the enemy's position.
But Ishiki didn't wait for results.He jumped back—and just in time.
A new barrage of shuriken peppered the spot where he'd stood.Two more shinobi dropped from trees to his left and right.
Three tomoe spun to life in Ishiki's Sharingan.
In an instant, their movements slowed to a crawl.The chakra flow, the hand seals—they were crystal clear to him.
He dove into his pouch and unleashed a rain of shuriken.
But these weren't normal projectiles.
With a puff of smoke mid-flight, they multiplied, revealing a barrage of shadow shuriken.
The flurry blanketed the sky, disrupting the enemy's line of sight.
While they scrambled to evade, Ishiki moved.
He locked eyes with the right attacker for a fraction of a second—then feinted and turned on the left.
As he moved, his hands finished forming a final seal—and from his position, a Shadow Clone launched forward beside him,already weaving signs:
Rat → Tiger → Dog → Ox → Hare → Tiger
Fire Style: Phoenix Fire Jutsu!
A salvo of small flame bursts, each riding a shuriken trajectory,bombarded the enemy who'd dodged the earlier Great Fireball.
Caught mid-air—he was turned into a pincushion, nailed by dozens of searing projectiles.
Meanwhile, Ishiki's real body intercepted the left-hand ninja.
The enemy had blocked the first wave of shuriken and now lunged, thrusting a chakra-embedded spike from his palm.
It stabbed into the ground beside Ishiki.
But it never touched him.
Ishiki's right hand glowed—
Mystical Palm Technique!
Under the Sharingan's scrutiny,every twitch, every micro-movement was exposed.Ishiki twisted the man's arm just so—throwing off his center of gravity—and drove his chakra-coated palm into the man's sternum.
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I will post bonus chapter if we reach 300 power stones !
300 power stones = 1 bonus chapter