Starting with rogue ninjas, building the insect kingdom.

Chapter 90 Capturing the Hokage's Son

Two days later, Shisei Aburame returned to the border. The information he brought sent chills down everyone's spines. The Konoha border garrison was now commanded by Shinnosuke Sarutobi, the eldest son of the Hokage.

Although he was only sixteen years old, his strength had already reached the level of a Jonin. More importantly, he had the support of the previous generation's Ino-Shika-Cho trio—veteran masters from the Yamanaka, Nara, and Akimichi clans.

"Ino-Shika-Cho?" Nemoto Kaya's face darkened. "Are you sure it's true?"

"I'm sure, my dragonfly saw it with its own eyes."

The Chunin fell silent instantly. The Ino-Shika-Cho trio was a veteran team from Konoha. The three clans working together, their teamwork seamless, made them far stronger than ordinary Jonin. Even if there were twice as many Chunin as there were, they might not be a match for them.

"What should we do?" someone asked.

The grass hut gritted his teeth. But now, the cannon fodder troops had already stormed into the Land of Fire, burning, killing, and looting; now was the perfect opportunity.

"Stick to the original plan. We'll use cannon fodder to create a diversion and draw attention. Now we'll sneak in amidst the chaos and grab as much as we can. Once we're done, run. Don't linger."

He looked at everyone and said, "Remember, our goal is not to win, but to survive."

The operation began that night.

A force of over a hundred wandering ninjas and hundreds of orphans, acting as cannon fodder, launched an attack from three directions simultaneously. Armed with rudimentary weapons and shouting slogans, they charged toward the Konoha border garrison camp.

The Konoha ninjas were alarmed; they never expected that the Grass Village would dare to send people to raid their camp.

This isn't just having the guts of a bear or a leopard, it's having the guts of a tiger!

In an instant, shouts of killing, explosions, and screams mingled together in the night sky.

However, the real elite troops were stealthily making their way to the rear of the camp via the most concealed paths.

Aburame Shisei was at the front, his eyes closed, sensing everything around him.

"Thirty meters to the left front, two guards. Fifty meters to the right front, a patrol team."

He lowered his voice and kept reporting the enemy's location.

Based on his intelligence, Nemoto and his men repeatedly evaded patrols and slipped through gaps until they finally reached the center of the camp—where the food depot was located.

"Let's do it!"

At Nemoto Kusaya's command, everyone attacked simultaneously.

Fire Release, Wind Release, Earth Release—all sorts of ninjutsu bombarded the granary. The wooden granary instantly burst into flames, billowing thick smoke and shooting fire into the sky.

"withdraw!"

Without hesitation, the grass hut led everyone to retreat along the original route.

Just then, a figure blocked their path. It was a middle-aged man with a full head of blond hair and a square face. He formed a hand seal with one hand, his gaze fixed on the ninja charging at the front.

"The Art of Mind Transference!"

One of the grass ninjas stiffened and fell straight down.

At the same time, another dark figure rushed out from the side, his hands forming a hand seal, his shadow spreading like a snake.

"Shadow Binding Technique!"

Two more ninjas were frozen in place, unable to move.

"Damn it!"

Nemoto Kusaya gritted his teeth, his hands rapidly forming hand seals. His hands pressed against the two ninjutsu techniques, instantly disrupting, absorbing, and transferring the chakra binding his companions. The two ninjas broke free and scrambled back.

However, the ninja controlled by the Mind Transfer Technique had completely lost consciousness.

Aburame Shisei watched this scene and shook his head slightly. This was the tragedy of ninjas from small countries: with the same ninjutsu and the same level, others could coordinate perfectly and execute flawlessly, while they could only passively take hits.

"Save them," he whispered.

A dragonfly flew off his shoulder, its wings flapping and stirring up a gust of wind.

"Wind Release: Gale Palm!"

A gust of wind swept towards the blond ninja, forcing him to take a few steps back. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Nemoto Kusaya rushed over, grabbed his unconscious companion, and hoisted him onto his shoulder.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Everyone tried desperately to rush out, but the Ino-Shika-Cho trio had already surrounded them.

The Yamanaka clan ninja formed hand seals again, preparing to unleash the Mind Transfer Technique; the Nara clan ninja's shadows spread, blocking their retreat; the Akimichi clan ninja's muscles bulged, standing in front of them.

"It's over."

Some people closed their eyes in despair.

Just then, Aburame Shisei suddenly spoke up and ordered, "Take hostages."

His voice was very soft, but even the thatched hut could hear it.

"Who should we arrest?"

"Shinnosuke Sarutobi," Shisei Aburame said. "He's the Hokage's eldest son. If we capture him, we can get out of here alive."

The thatched hut was stunned.

Capture the Hokage's eldest son? That's the Hokage's son! Capturing him would create a blood feud with Konoha!

But if we don't catch them...

He looked at his desperate comrades, at the approaching enemy, and at the mountain ninja about to form hand seals once more—

"Oh shit!"

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and rushed in another direction.

In that direction stood the young commander—Shinnosuke Sarutobi.

Sarutobi Shinnosuke is indeed young.

At sixteen, having only recently become a Jonin, this was his first time taking on such an important role. He stood on the command platform, looking calmly at the burning supply depot in the distance.

"Sir, should we send reinforcements?"

"No need." He shook his head. "The three seniors, Ino-Shika-Cho, are over there; that's enough. We'll hold this place and prevent the enemy from finding an opening."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark figure rushed out from the side.

Sarutobi Shinnosuke's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively drew his kunai to block.

when!

The two objects collided, sparks flying everywhere.

Nemoto Kusaya's attacks were swift and ruthless, each strike aimed at vital points. Although Sarutobi Shinnosuke was strong, his combat experience was far inferior to that of this Kusaya ninja who had struggled on the brink of death for many years.

After a few moves, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

"Protect the adults!"

The surrounding guards rushed forward, but were all forced back by Nemoto Kasaya. His technique could temporarily absorb chakra, so ordinary minor ninjutsu had little effect on him.

But with so many guards, the thatched hut gradually began to feel strained.

Just then, Shisei Aburame appeared beside him.

Dragonflies flap their wings, and a gale rises again.

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

The strong winds blew the guards about, making them stagger.

While Sarutobi Shinnosuke could defend against Wind Release, he couldn't defend against Aburame Shisei's Insect Illusion Technique; he was only distracted for a moment.

Taking advantage of the situation, Nemoto Kusaya grabbed Sarutobi Shinnosuke by the neck and shielded him in front of her.

"Don't move!" he shouted sternly.

The guards stopped.

The pig-deer-butterfly also stopped.

All eyes were on the young man whose neck was being choked.

"Release him, and you can leave," the mountain ninja said in a deep voice.

Nemoto Kusaya sneered, "Let him go? If we let him go, do you think we'll even walk out of here alive?"

He gripped Sarutobi Shinnosuke's neck and backed away step by step: "Don't follow me. If you take another step, I'll kill him."

The fighting stopped, and the six survivors gradually gathered around. By this time, the wandering ninjas and orphans who had launched the feint attack were all dead, and the Konoha ninjas had regrouped.