"How should we fight this war, Kabuto-sama?" Mui asked respectfully. Kabuto was Lord Mokushu's right-hand man, and thus commanded deference.
Kabuto chuckled. "We'll just crush them head-on. Lord Mokushu gave us a bunch of expendables. We use them all up—that's it."
The prisoner army could temporarily reach jōnin-level strength. That made them perfect for frontal assaults—just throw them straight into the fire.
As for the monstrous creations born from the Box of Bliss, not even Kabuto himself could fully control them. They couldn't distinguish friend from foe. That's why they'd send Satori straight into enemy lines to wreak havoc.
Kabuto's strategy was brutally simple—no maneuvering, no tricks. Just smash the enemy with overwhelming force.
...
The next morning, at dawn, fifteen massive black coffins—each five meters tall—were rolled out from the Federation's military encampment. Several Federation shinobi propped them upright, directly facing the Sunagakure defense line, and then bolted away as fast as they could.
The bizarre sight immediately caught the attention of a few Sunagakure patrols, who quickly reported it up the chain.
Chiyo, Baki, and other high-ranking Sunagakure shinobi rushed to the front lines to investigate, swiftly organizing a defensive formation. Trailing behind Chiyo was a young boy—his dark eye bags slightly faded, no longer the fragile child he once was. Gaara had grown.
He had learned to restrain his bloodlust. Ever since Chiyo had taken command, she'd kept Gaara close. As someone who knew the tragic truth behind his past, Chiyo had hoped to ease the hatred festering inside him.
She'd grown genuinely fond of Gaara. He reminded her so much of her late grandson—brilliant, isolated, and burdened by powers they never asked for.
After revealing the truth to Gaara and showing him a grandmother's unconditional care, the darkness inside him had noticeably lessened.
"They're sealing coffins," a Sunagakure observer muttered. "Their secret weapon must be inside."
"Alert all forces. Prepare for battle," Chiyo ordered, eyes narrowing.
No sooner had she spoken than the black coffin doors suddenly crashed open.
From within, fifteen grotesque creatures emerged—monstrous beings twisted beyond comprehension. Some were covered in feathers, sporting five-clawed talons; others were coated in scales, sprouting three grotesque heads—each with only a mouth that snapped open and shut endlessly.
Just looking at them made one's skin crawl and breath catch.
"What the hell is that?!" Several young shinobi from Sunagakure trembled, their voices cracking with panic.
"Monsters! Demons!"
"They can control demons?!"
As the monsters sniffed the air, detecting the scent of humans, they turned—not toward the enemy, but back toward the Federation's own camp.
"They're attacking their own men?!"
But just as hope flickered in the defenders' eyes, reality struck them down again.
From the camp emerged a single man—his arm pitch-black and writhing with mouths, each filled with jagged teeth, gaping open to reveal only an endless darkness.
It was Kabuto.
The moment he appeared, the fifteen monsters froze in place.
With a single gesture from Kabuto, they turned and charged toward the Sunagakure defense lines.
...
And behind them—appeared the true horror.
A battalion of three hundred prisoners stepped forward, grinning madly. Their eyes burned with religious zeal, as if craving the chaos to come.
Each held a vial filled with a glowing, mysterious liquid.
"For the Federation!"
"We offer our hearts!"
With fervent chants, they raised the vials and downed the contents without hesitation.
In an instant, their chakras exploded with power. Their auras, once subdued, now surged violently, their chakra tripling in strength in mere seconds.
Then came something even more terrifying—red light pulsed from their skin, forming strange, arcane markings.
Mystic senjutsu seals—ancient and pulsing with energy—etched themselves into their flesh, glowing with a sinister brilliance.
In the blink of an eye, the prisoners had merged with Curse Mark Level Two.
Their bodies began to twist and mutate—some grew razor-sharp claws, others sprouted massive wings, and some became engulfed in searing flames.
They no longer resembled men—they were hellspawn.
"Glory to the Federation! Glory to the Leader!"
Even the most battle-hardened Sunagakure veterans felt a chill down their spine as this abomination of a battalion surged forward.
It wasn't just their power—it was the madness in their eyes. The sheer, unrelenting frenzy.
Three hundred lunatics charged straight toward a Sunagakure force of seven thousand. Not a single one hesitated.
"Monsters! MONSTERS!" Freshly graduated genin turned pale, legs buckling under the sheer pressure. Some even lost control of their bladders, urine soaking their trousers in shame.
For these young, green shinobi, this was a living nightmare.
...
"Gaara," Chiyo said grimly. "You go. Even if you can't kill them, stall them."
They hadn't even clashed yet, and morale was already crumbling. They needed a miracle.
Gaara leapt forward, landing in front of the entire Sunagakure line.
"That monster... it's him!" one shinobi shouted. "Chiyo-sama was right—we fight monsters with monsters!"
Gaara's eyes dimmed for a moment at the words, but he didn't stop. His hands moved swiftly through seals.
"Sand Waterfall Funeral!"
A towering wave of sand, dozens of meters high, erupted at Gaara's feet. It surged forward like a tidal wave of earth, burying everything in its path beneath a sea of golden dust.
The prisoners were instantly swallowed by the sand. The ground lifted nearly two meters under the force.
For a moment, Sunagakure's morale surged—they looked like they might hold the line.
"Brilliant, Chiyo-sama!"
"They're all trapped! Gaara got them!"
But Gaara frowned. He could feel them moving.
No... they were escaping.
A few prisoners burst from the sand, forcing their way free. As soon as one emerged, others nearby followed, freed from the crushing grip of the jutsu.
"Hah! You think some sand can stop us?! Kill them all!"
The prisoners cackled and charged. Though their minds were warped by the Yachihoko indoctrination, their combat instincts—and cruelty—remained intact.
Just like that, the momentum shifted again.
...
And then—the fifteen Satori monsters created by the Box of Bliss closed in. They were now less than a hundred meters from the defense line.
"Now! Unleash ninjutsu!" Chiyo roared.
A hurricane of Wind Release techniques erupted from the defense line, tearing across the battlefield in a roaring gale.
But Satori didn't dodge. They just kept running.
The ninjutsu struck head-on—yet left only shallow wounds. The monsters barely flinched.
Then they crashed into the Sunagakure defense line.
It shattered instantly, like it was made of paper.
Satori charged straight into the ranks, slaughtering with primal fury. Blood and body parts flew through the air. Screams filled the battlefield.
It was a massacre.
...
Then came the second wave—a combined force of five thousand Federation shinobi and samurai poured in behind Satori.
Chiyo watched her forces fall one after another. Even the summoned elite squad, the Chikamatsu Ten Puppets, couldn't turn the tide.
All three hundred enemy prisoners were at jōnin-level combat ability.
The front line disintegrated.
"Where the hell did the Federation find so many jōnin?!"
"Retreat! Fall back now!" Chiyo shouted, voice hoarse.
There was no doubt how this battle would end.
In less than two days, Sunagakure's offensive was utterly crushed.
They lost three thousand shinobi. Defeated, broken, and terrified, the survivors fled back to their homeland, unable to mount another assault.
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