fictionpage Chapter 502 A Simple and Unadorned Fist
Chapter 502 A Simple and Unadorned Fist
Following the three Sannin, three more figures walked in unhurriedly.
The leader was Shimura Danzo.
He was a man dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit that allowed for easy movement. His face was resolute, with a cross-shaped scar on his chin, and his features were etched with the sternness of a tough, pragmatic man.
He didn't look at anyone, but after entering the tent, he habitually scanned the structure of the tent with his intact, incredibly sharp eyes, as if assessing the load-bearing capacity and safety level of the place, finally fixing his gaze on Hiruzen Sarutobi and nodding slightly.
The name Shimura Danzo may not be widely known among ordinary ninjas, but it is a taboo in the high-level intelligence of major ninja villages.
He is the foundation upon which Konoha stands in the darkness, the man who built an impregnable wall for Konoha with concrete and steel.
The threat never lies on the front lines, but in the pervasive methods and unfathomable cunning.
Behind him was Uchiha Kagami.
Gentle and refined like jade, that's the first impression Uchiha Kagami gives.
He was dressed in a standard Konoha Jonin vest, with a humble smile on his face, as if he had not entered a tense post-war negotiation tent, but rather attended a tea party.
However, when his gaze inadvertently met that of several Jonin from Kumogakure, those battle-hardened ninjas froze, instinctively looked away, and their hearts began to pound uncontrollably.
They seemed to see a glimmer of crimson light deep within those gentle black pupils.
"Uchiha Kagami... the Uchiha who inherited the will of the Hokage..."
The accompanying Amegakure ninja felt his throat go dry and subconsciously took a half step back.
An Uchiha who inherited the Will of Fire, a clan leader who could make the entire proud Uchiha clan wholeheartedly submit to Konoha, and a powerful figure who awakened the legendary Mangekyou Sharingan on the battlefield of the Land of Whirlpools.
His terrifying aspect lies in his ability to perfectly combine the destructive power of the Uchiha clan with the protective ideals of the Will of Fire.
The last person was Sakumo Hatake.
Now, Sakumo, the farm manager, has taken off his black uniform, which symbolizes the Anbu, and changed out of his simple farm work clothes. He is now wearing the Jonin vest, which represents the highest fighting force in Konoha.
His aura was extremely restrained, like a peerless sword sheathed, without a trace of killing intent showing, but its very existence made the air in the entire tent heavy.
Just standing there quietly is enough to make anyone dare not underestimate them.
But it was this seemingly harmless person who almost made Tsuchishiro's heart stop beating.
Sakumo Hatake!
The legend of Konoha's White Fang still circulates among the older generation of ninjas. He was the man who single-handedly severed the heads of countless powerful figures during the Fourth Shinobi World War, making him an untouchable target for assassination squads from various ninja villages!
The Fourth Raikage unconsciously clenched his fist under the table.
The Legendary Sannin of Konoha: Danzo Shimura, Kagami Uchiha, and Sakumo Hatake.
Six figures, six insurmountable peaks, stood silently, turning this small command tent into a cage imprisoning a Shadow-level expert.
Crushing people like this can't even be called a demonstration.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, seated at the head of the table, didn't utter a single word. The mere presence of these six people was enough to weigh heavily on the hearts of the Fourth Raikage and Hanzo of the Salamander.
The several Jonin accompanying the Cloud Village and Rain Village were now deathly pale, their bodies stiff as stone statues.
They felt they weren't participating in postwar negotiations, but rather awaiting a public execution.
Inside the tent, the Konoha ninjas, whether it was Minato Namikaze or Shikaku Nara, all subconsciously straightened their spines, their faces filled with pride and honor.
This is the foundation of Konoha!
However, this deathly silence, capable of freezing even steel, was instantly shattered by a sudden, unannounced burst of laughter brimming with vitality.
"Haha, hahahaha! Teacher!"
Jiraiya completely ignored the extremely eerie atmosphere inside the tent. His eyes seemed to be fixed solely on Hiruzen Sarutobi in the main seat. He grinned, revealing a signature silly yet radiant smile.
"I never expected you to actually come in person..."
However, Hiruzen Sarutobi's patience had reached its limit.
This stupid disciple, can't he see what kind of occasion this is?
In front of the village chiefs of two villages, during such an important diplomatic negotiation, how dare he act so nonchalantly? What kind of behavior is this!
"call--"
A blurry afterimage vanished from the spot.
One second Hiruzen Sarutobi was sitting firmly in the main seat, and the next second he appeared in front of Jiraiya like a ghost.
His face remained calm and expressionless, but in his deep eyes, a raging fire of unbearable rage flickered.
"Be quiet."
The two words, "indifferent," are like the coldest ice in the netherworld.
Hiruzen Sarutobi didn't even make any extra movements. He casually raised his right arm and delivered a seemingly ordinary hook punch, which instantly silenced all the surrounding sounds.
Wherever that fist passed, the air seemed to solidify, silently imprinting itself upon Jiraiya.
"Bang—!"
A deep, guttural bang.
Jiraiya's smile froze the instant his fist touched him. Before he could even react, an overwhelming force surged through his body, shattering the words he was about to utter.
Finally, with a muffled thud, to everyone's horrified dismay, it was forcefully slammed into the ground by the undiminished force.
The entire camp shook violently.
A clear human-shaped indentation appeared in the center of the tent. Jiraiya lay sprawled at the bottom of the pit, his eyes rolled back, and a wisp of smoke drifted from his mouth.
Hiruzen Sarutobi slowly withdrew his fist, as if he had merely brushed away a tiny speck of dust, without even a wrinkle on the hem of his clothes.
He turned around, walked back to the head of the table, and sat down again, his calm demeanor suggesting that everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.
"..."
The entire camp was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The Fourth Raikage, A, bobbed violently.
He stared intently at the human-shaped crater where a punch had driven him into the ground, then glanced at the nonchalant Hiruzen Sarutobi. A chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head.
Jiraiya... one of the legendary Sannin, just like that... was defeated with a single punch?
Even though it was a teacher disciplining a disciple, the terrifying control contained in that punch—the ability to perfectly contain all power yet unleash a destructive effect in an instant—still made Ai feel an unprecedented sense of dread.
Just how strong is this person, Hiruzen Sarutobi?
Chief strategist Tsuchiya felt a chill run through him, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He understood better than Ai that Hiruzen Sarutobi's punch was more than just a lesson.
This is an example to scare others.