Naruto: Born Gifted in Konoha

That punch shattered Saitama's momentum completely, and his severe injuries left him physically drained.

The surrounding ninja showed no mercy—wave after wave of attacks rained down on him all at once.

Ignoring the pain in his chest, Saitama dodged and struck back with what little strength he had left.

Yet with too many enemies attacking at once, another fist slammed into him hard. His speed and reflexes dropped sharply, leaving him unable to evade as blow after blow crashed into his body.

His injuries kept piling up!

Saitama's eyes darkened with frustration. He could feel several broken ribs and countless wounds across his body.

But there was no time to recover—he dragged his battered body forward, fighting while slowly retreating.

Whoosh! A kunai flew toward him from an extremely sharp angle. Busy countering a group of ninja casting techniques in front of him, Saitama had no time to dodge.

The kunai pierced straight into his lower back!

Sizzle! The sound of an imminent explosion reached Saitama's ears. Glancing over, he saw an Explosive Tag wrapped around the kunai's tail—it was already about to detonate.

Gritting his teeth, Saitama swung his blade forward, forcing several enemies back, then reached for the kunai with his other hand.

The kunai remained lodged in his body, its depth limited by a thin layer of Lightning Release—but blood kept pouring out relentlessly.

Boom! The explosive tag detonated violently. Though just one tag, its power was immense. The area where Saitama had stood exploded into a cloud of dust, covering everything within a several-meter radius.

"Is he dead?"

The surrounding Stone Shinobi noticed Saitama was clearly reaching his limit. Standing right at the epicenter of the blast, he might finally be finished.

Swish! In the instant the enemy hesitated, powerful chakra erupted beneath Saitama's feet. Lightning chakra surged through his body, stimulating his cells and granting him a sudden burst of speed.

A figure burst from the smoke—Saitama!

At this moment, his body was in terrible shape. His upper clothing had turned to tatters, sacrificed in the earlier explosion.

Although he had spotted the Explosive Tag in time, the overwhelming pressure from so many enemies had slowed his movement just enough to prevent a clean escape.

In the end, though Saitama managed to fling the kunai away, the Explosive Tag still detonated half a meter in front of him, sending shrapnel into his back.

With his internal chakra nearly depleted, Saitama knew if this continued much longer, he would surely die.

Ignoring his wounds, electricity crackled across his body as he pushed his body to the limit and sped eastward.

"Stop him!"

The Stone Shinobi shouted in shock, surprised that Saitama could still erupt like this under such conditions.

The enemies blocking the eastern perimeter naturally tried their hardest to stop him. But now, Saitama had only one thought—escape. Whoever stood before him met only merciless electric blades.

Aaah! Aaah!

Roaring as he charged eastward, Saitama slashed wildly, and enemy screams echoed like waves.

Yet Saitama's own injuries continued to worsen.

Even the saying "a life lost every ten paces" no longer fit—he was now cutting down an enemy with every single step forward!

With each step he took, a corpse collapsed beneath his feet. Blood stained the path behind him, painting a gruesome scene.

Huff!

Leveling his sword, Saitama spun in place. With each swing of his blade, the encircling Stone Shinobi were cleaved apart, leaving a brief clearing around him.

The Stone Shinobi were completely stunned by Saitama's brutal slaughter, many of them now harboring a sense of fear toward him.

Though they managed to wound Saitama, no one could survive his return strikes. Who would willingly keep fighting?

Anyone struck by Saitama faced either death or crippling injury. Even these battle-hardened shinobi, who had survived countless life-and-death situations, felt momentarily dazed.

A cold smirk curled the edge of his lips. Saitama ignored the blood dripping from his mouth and gave no heed to his many wounds.

"Come on!"

His voice hoarse, Saitama seemed to have lost much of his strength after such an extended battle.

Glancing around, Saitama noticed that nobody dared to charge forward and attack him directly. Still, the enemies refused to retreat, only surrounding him and blocking any escape.

After all, he was nearing his limit. If they continued stalling like this, they would definitely wear him down and kill him eventually.

Taking a deep breath, Saitama spotted Shihara Shin making his way forward from the rear of the crowd.

"You are called Saitama Uchiha, correct?"

Shihara Shin casually let his right hand hang at his side as he stared at the surrounded, heavily wounded Saitama.

He felt victory was already his, so there was no harm in wasting a few words before finishing him off.

Saitama didn't reply. Since his enemies gave him a moment to rest, he naturally seized the opportunity to recover chakra.

Though his chakra reserves exceeded those of ordinary ninja several times over, continuous battle had nearly drained it completely.

[Chidori Current] wasn't exactly a chakra-efficient technique, especially when he pushed it for maximum damage.

Seeing Saitama stay silent, Shin naturally understood his intentions but still wanted to speak further.

"My son was killed by you just a few days ago in the outskirts. That is one reason why I must kill you. As currently the most promising Uchiha ninja, killing you brings me some regret."

Shin spoke with a solemn tone, his eyes darkening slightly into a peculiar state.

"What a waste of breath!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Saitama glanced at the sky. Countless stars shimmered like distant memories.

At this moment, even he felt a hint of despair. Anyone surrounded by over a hundred shinobi would likely feel the same.

"To be honest, I truly admire your audacity. Few would dare infiltrate the Enemy Camp alone, yet still stand against so many ninja — for as long as you did."

As he finished speaking, Shin seemed to lose interest in conversation, his murderous intent intensifying.

Looking around, Saitama realized there were still over a hundred shinobi surrounding him. He'd already killed at least fifty before, yet so many remained.

A bitter smirk tugged at his lips as he took a deep breath.

With a powerful stomp, Saitama burst into motion, charging straight east through the encirclement.

"Kill him!"

Saitama's eyes were bloodshot. The strain from his Sharingan was immense, and now he could feel discomfort in his eyes—explosive pain gnawing at him continuously.

"Kill him!"

Shihara Shin wasn't surprised by Saitama's performance. He waved his hand, commanding his subordinates to surround and eliminate Saitama.

The Stone Shinobi had already been terrified beyond recovery by Saitama; one order from Shihara Shin couldn't easily restore their courage.

Seeing how his subordinates kept chasing Saitama but dared not close in for actual combat, a glimmer of darkness flickered deep within Shihara Shin's eyes, yet he remained silent.

"Move aside!"

Shouting toward the ninja ahead, Shihara Shin decided to step in personally.

Whoosh! Although the enemies dared not advance directly, Saitama cut down anyone blocking his path to escape. Even in his current weakened state, ordinary Stone Shinobi found it extremely difficult to match him.

At best, they could only hope to wound Saitama at the cost of their own injuries.

As for those who survived his first strike, Saitama didn't have time to finish them off. His eyes fixed on the distant mountains—with unwavering determination.

A massive blade brutally slashed toward Saitama. His reaction was already sluggish. The attacker was a Jonin—one who had been waiting patiently at the edge of the fight for his chance.

Just as Saitama took a step forward, a slight hesitation revealed itself—an opportunity this Rock Shinobi seized without hesitation. He lowered his body and swung at Saitama's left leg.

He didn't expect to kill Saitama in one hit; he deliberately aimed for the leg, hoping to cripple him.

Crack! The sound of broken bones echoed. Pain flashed across Saitama's face, but the next second, his sword pierced into the enemy's neck, creating a gaping bloody wound.

The enemy's greatsword wasn't meant for sharpness—it was intentionally made as a heavy blunt weapon.

This blow caused Saitama's left leg to fracture completely. His gait became staggered, and he started limping badly.

Despite his iron will trying to hold it back, sweat drenched his body.

Other Stone Shinobi saw this chance. Their eyes gleamed with killing intent as they swarmed forward like a flood.

Over!

Weakly, Saitama collapsed toward the ground, his right sword plunging into the earth to support his weight. A sudden realization struck him.

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