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TUS Chapter 305: When Clones and Explosions Rule the War
🕑 Added 2025-03-29 02:10:45 +0000 UTCAmong the reanimated shinobi were sensory types.
And White Zetsu naturally had heightened perception abilities.
The moment the aerial unit appeared, they were detected.
“What the hell?!”
Members of Akatsuki were stunned.
Was this even a valid tactic?
Using birds and bugs to carry explosive tags into battle?
Hokage, you son of a—
Deidara’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He muttered, “Art… This is the true art of explosion.”
Seeing the Hokage’s strategy, he suddenly felt an unexpected connection.
Maybe… just maybe… he belonged in Konoha, not Akatsuki.
“Fire! Attack with everything you’ve got!”
Obito could no longer sit still. He shouted the order.
Kunai flew through the air as White Zetsu retaliated, some even using minor Wood Release techniques—wooden spikes sprouting from the ground.
Fūnan raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t in the original story.
Meanwhile, Akatsuki’s forces unleashed an even wider variety of attacks.
Deidara, Sasori, Kisame…
Each of them had their own unique combat style.
Monstrous creatures roared, hurling boulders and tree trunks, spewing fire and water.
The reanimated shinobi, drawn from multiple villages, added an even greater diversity of jutsu.
Many of the aerial attacks were intercepted midair.
But the aerial unit seemed endless—wave after wave continued their assault. There was no way to stop them all.
With Konan’s gift of five hundred billion explosive tags, Fūnan was ready for all-out war.
Swarms of insects carried explosive tags in their mandibles.
Birds strapped with explosives dove toward enemy lines.
Gaara unleashed his own attacks from above.
Sai’s ink beasts even emerged from underground.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” Obito was livid, stomping in frustration.
That wretched woman, Konan! He had never considered her a true threat, but now…
Now, she had given him a gift he’d never forget.
If he had known, he would have made sure she was the first to die.
Obito was seething.
And as the explosions finally came to a halt, he scanned the battlefield.
A deep sense of despair settled in his chest.
Damn it!
What kind of war was this? How many had they lost this time?
Another ten thousand?
How many explosive tags had the enemy used in just one wave?
A billion?
This was insane.
No…
I’m the one going insane.
“Obito!” Zetsu burst from the ground, shouting, “Enemy attack! A large force of shinobi is approaching!”
“They’re finally here!”
Obito gritted his teeth, his face twisted with rage. “I’ll wipe them all out!”
As he watched the scattered shinobi of the Allied Forces charge forward, he let out a furious roar.
[Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!]
Several figures shot forward, slamming into the enemy ranks.
Obito’s Six Paths had entered the battle.
“Huh?” Orochimaru raised an eyebrow. “Hiruko, don’t you think something’s off?”
“The enemy shinobi… isn’t their formation too scattered?” Hiruko frowned. “With an army this big, why are they so spread out? Aren’t they afraid we’ll—” He abruptly cut himself off.
Because Obito’s Six Paths had already crashed into the enemy ranks, mowing down shinobi left and right.
Then, those 'shinobi' vanished into white smoke.
No bodies. Not a single drop of blood.
Orochimaru and Hiruko’s eyes widened.
Deidara couldn’t hold back his shock. “Clones?! Damn it—Shadow Clones, Water Clones, even Sand Clones?! Why the hell are they using so many?! That just weakens their overall strength!”
Ten thousand…
There were at least ten thousand clones!
Nearly every shinobi on the battlefield had created one, cutting their power in half.
Only a madman would order something like this!
His words were drowned out by explosions.
More clones rushed forward, hurling themselves straight into the White Zetsu horde. The moment they made contact, the explosive tags strapped to them ignited.
A wave of violent explosions ripped through the battlefield, sending White Zetsu flying in all directions.
“Again with the damn explosive tags?!”
Even Orochimaru couldn’t hold back his frustration.
Is there no end to this?!
This is supposed to be a war!
Do they even know what actual warfare is?!
And now, an all-out ground assault with tens of thousands of clones, each carrying enough explosive tags to level an entire battlefield.
[Boom! Boom! Boom!]
Wave after wave of attacks rained down, leaving Obito and his forces reeling.
His mind was in chaos.
This strategy…
It’s beyond ruthless.
It’s inhuman.
This isn’t how you fight a war!
“Detonate!”
[Boom! Boom! Boom!]
Deidara’s explosive clay birds rained down, blasting clones apart and sending debris flying.
Sasori’s high-pressure water cannons swept across the battlefield, wiping out hundreds in an instant.
And Kisame’s Water Dragon Jutsu never stopped.
Unfortunately, the Akatsuki squad had only a handful of members. Against tens of thousands of clones from the Allied Shinobi Forces, they were nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
On top of that, the Allied Forces had plenty of elite shinobi, and none of them could afford to waste too much of their strength.
No matter what, survival came first!
“Obito, pull your people back!” Orochimaru formed a hand seal and ordered coldly, “Send in the Edo Tensei shinobi. They can’t be blown apart.”
As soon as the reanimated shinobi charged forward, they were immediately blasted to pieces. Within seconds, the Allied Forces’ sealing team rushed in and locked them away.
Orochimaru: “…”
“Let me handle this!” Hiruko roared as his monstrous creations surged forward.
Their thick hides and massive bodies could withstand explosions—at least for a while.
But it didn’t matter.
Giant toads, enormous slugs, and massive serpents suddenly appeared.
And leading them was none other than a complete Susanoo!
Uchiha Fugaku.
With the toads, slugs, and serpents at his side, he charged straight into the monstrous creatures.
Though outnumbered, his raw power dwarfed theirs. The battle quickly turned into a brutal deadlock.
What frustrated Hiruko the most, though, was that every so often, another clone would pop up and detonate, forcing his creatures into a blind fury.
“This is insane…”
Orochimaru’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Serpents?
Ryūchi Cave?
Damn it!
I’m the summoner here! When the hell did Konoha get another one?!
How did I not know about this?!
“Hey!” Orochimaru turned to Obito, his voice icy. “Do you still want to win?”
Obito stayed silent.
“If you do, then show me something.” Orochimaru’s tone grew even colder. “Because at this rate, I’m walking away. There’s no point in fighting a losing battle.”
“…Understood.” Obito’s face twisted in fury. Gritting his teeth, he snarled, “I’ll give him to you. You better turn this around.”
With that, he tossed a severed hand toward Orochimaru. “Heh… Don’t worry.”
A crazed, triumphant grin spread across Orochimaru’s lips. “With him, victory is guaranteed. You, of all people, should know exactly how powerful he is.”
A blood-soaked severed arm.
Orochimaru regarded it as a priceless treasure.
His eyes gleamed with obsession as he stared at the dismembered limb.
“Hurry up!”
Obito snapped impatiently.
“Alright, alright, I got it.” Orochimaru remained unfazed, a sly grin on his face.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed out a scroll. As it unfurled, a figure bound tightly in restraints emerged from the swirling smoke.
This was no ordinary person.
It was a White Zetsu—one that Orochimaru had specially enhanced.
Obito’s eye twitches involuntarily.
If he weren’t in need of Orochimaru’s expertise, he might have attacked him on the spot.
This bastard—who knew how long he had been scheming against his White Zetsu? Just how deep did his research into them go?
“Let’s begin.” Orochimaru formed a series of hand seals.
“Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation!”
“Aaahhh!!”
The White Zetsu let out a bloodcurdling scream, but it was powerless to resist the jutsu’s completion.
When the smoke cleared, a red-haired young man stood before them.
Obito’s expression grew complicated as he took in the sight.
Nagato.
The wielder of the Rinnegan.
Obito had killed him and hidden his corpse, afraid that Orochimaru would get his hands on it.
With Orochimaru’s abilities, if he managed to reanimate Nagato through Edo Tensei, his combat strength could rival even Madara’s.
After all, Nagato had something Madara never did—the powerful physique of the Uzumaki Clan. That alone gave him a considerable advantage.
Seeing Nagato now, Orochimaru chuckled darkly.
Controlling Madara might prove difficult, but Nagato?
Nagato would be much easier to manipulate.
With him, Orochimaru gained another trump card, an extra layer of security against Madara.
However…
His gaze flickered to Nagato’s legs, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Even after being revived through Edo Tensei, Nagato’s mobility was still impaired.
“…This is…” Nagato’s eyes widened in shock.
Wasn’t he dead?
Suspicion clouded his gaze as he looked at the two figures before him. His fingers twitched subtly, ready to make a move.
“Heh… Nagato, I’m afraid your consciousness is unnecessary.” Orochimaru quickly formed another seal, sealing Nagato’s will before he could fully grasp the situation.
With that, Nagato became nothing more than a puppet under Orochimaru’s control.
“Go now. Show me the true power of the Rinnegan.”
Orochimaru’s eyes burned with fervent anticipation.
With a flash, Nagato disappeared from sight.
“Summoning Jutsu!”
[Boom! Boom! Boom!]
Several massive creatures materialized before them.
Giant Drill-Beaked Bird
Giant Multi-Headed Dog
Giant Snake-Tailed Chameleon
Giant Panda
Giant Ox
Giant Rhino
Giant Crustacean
Giant Centipede
Nagato stood atop the Drill-Beaked Bird, overlooking the battlefield.
On the ground, the rest of the summoned creatures charged forward, rampaging through the enemy ranks like unstoppable war machines. Their destination— the explosive tag-wielding shinobi.
And so, the battlefield was soon engulfed in billowing clouds of white smoke.
Funan furrowed his brow the moment Nagato was resurrected through Edo Tensei.
