The Golden Juice burst apart the moment it reached its apex, scattering like a filthy rainstorm!
A Mist ninja on patrol instantly sensed something wrong and shouted at the top of his lungs,
"Enemy attack! All units, on alert!"
In an instant, the entire Kirigakure camp exploded into motion.
Ninjas rushed out of their tents—some didn't even have time to put on outer garments—grabbing weapons as they scanned their surroundings.
But before they could properly react, the boiled stench hit them head-on.
The nauseating smell was so intense that many nearly vomited on the spot.
Ninjas who were forming hand seals instantly messed them up. Those who had already completed their Technique and were about to spew water took a single deep breath—
and nearly passed out from the smell.
The next second, Golden Juice rained down nonstop, like a grotesque golden downpour, completely covering the camp.
"AH—what the hell is this?!"
"Gah—so disgusting! It smells like… shit—!"
"Bastards! This has to be Konoha's doing!"
"Ugh—quick—ugh—get back to the tents!"
Yagura Karatachi had just lifted the curtain of his tent to step outside when the stench slammed into him, forcing him right back in.
Still, he reacted swiftly—ordering ANBU to use ninjutsu to block the filth while simultaneously organizing large-scale cleansing of the camp.
Meanwhile, Konoha ninja took advantage of the chaos to bury Mist corpses around the encampment before retreating at full speed.
That night, Kirigakure suffered unprecedented chaos and humiliation.
Ninja covered their noses as they cleaned filth, morale plummeting to rock bottom.
Even the next morning, the rotting stench still lingered in the air.
The soil seeped dark yellow liquid, flies swarmed everywhere.
Yagura stood atop a cliff, his face calm—but rage burned deep in his eyes.
He knew this attack hadn't just damaged morale.
It had trampled Kirigakure's dignity into the dirt.
Orders were immediately issued: reinforce perimeter defenses, strictly inspect water sources and supply lines, and secretly dispatch scouts to investigate Konoha's movements.
Today it's feces in the camp—tomorrow it might be poison in the water or food!
However, Yagura still underestimated Wen Lan's viciousness.
Wen Lan wasn't even interested in water or food supplies.
Instead, he went straight for plague via corpses.
While epidemics didn't have a high fatality rate among ninja, the debilitating effects were brutal—fever, diarrhea, hallucinations—combat effectiveness dropped off a cliff.
Worse still—
Those corpses were Kirigakure's own dead.
If they found them and cremated them one by one, it would take far too long.
If they tried mass cremation, the families of the dead would riot.
In short—
It wasn't just killing people.
It was killing their spirit.
Fire Country Frontline
Wen Lan sat leisurely in a corner, holding a cup of hot tea, savoring it with a satisfied expression.
Pakura sat beside him, also cradling a warm cup.
In a place thick with moisture, hot tea felt downright heavenly.
Pakura stuck close to Wen Lan—not only because she didn't know anyone else here, but because he was the only familiar presence.
As Wen Lan looked toward the bustling Konoha camp, he spotted a familiar figure.
Hyūga Hizashi.
Hizashi was directing several ninjas as they set up a barrier, his expression steady and focused.
When he noticed someone watching him and saw it was Wen Lan, he smiled and walked over.
"This is really our first proper meeting," Hizashi said warmly.
"Hello, Wen Lan."
Wen Lan was slightly surprised that Hizashi knew him, but he still extended his hand politely.
"Greetings, Hizashi-Master."
Hizashi waved it off with a smile.
"I've heard everything from Clan Head Fugaku. His righteous words in the Hokage's office were inspired by you."
"I should thank you—for being willing to help the Hyūga clan."
Wen Lan smiled, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to him.
"We're all clans of Konoha. Helping each other is only right."
"Still… why are the Hyūga on the front lines?"
"Because the Uchiha were dragged here due to our clan," Hizashi replied seriously as he accepted the cup.
"The Hyūga cannot stand by and watch."
"And Kirigakure stole our Byakugan. By both logic and honor, we must fight."
Wen Lan nodded, then said quietly,
"Then I'll trouble Hizashi-Master to have the patrols stay extra alert these next few days."
Hizashi looked at him strangely, then chuckled.
"We already know what you've been doing."
"Don't worry. I won't let the enemy use the same methods on us."
Wen Lan smiled without denying it, gently blowing on his tea.
Steam curled upward, tea fragrance drifting through the damp air—briefly cutting away the chaos of war.
"Oh, right," Wen Lan suddenly asked, "Are there any Nara clan ninja supporting this front?"
"There are a few."
"Excellent."
A mischievous grin spread across Wen Lan's face.
"The Mist won't expect us to come again tonight."
"But just in case—have the Nara use Shadow Imitation Technique to control Mist corpses. From a safe distance, make the corpses pour Golden Juice."
"Stuff those corpses with explosive tags."
"If Kirigakure notices something is off, they'll definitely send ninja to investigate.
The moment they approach—detonate the tags."
Hizashi and Pakura stared at Wen Lan as if they'd just seen a ghost.
This plan was… too vicious.
Pakura hesitated, then finally asked, "How can someone your age come up with schemes this cruel?"
"Cruel?" Wen Lan looked genuinely puzzled.
He was already holding back.
If he could go back to his old world, he'd drag Pakura to meet the online Jia Xu-level schemers of the 21st century.
Compared to those people, this was practically benevolent governance.
Hizashi couldn't help nodding.
"…It really is quite vicious."
"Eh—whatever." Wen Lan waved it off casually.
"As long as it works."
"At least more of our people get to stay alive."
Nightfall
Darkness fell like ink. Torches around the Mist camp swayed in the wind, shadows flickering.
Patrols had clearly been reinforced.
Within the forest, shadowy figures darted forward—five Nara clan ninja moving swiftly toward their designated position.
One of them muttered, "Isn't it… kind of wrong to disrespect corpses like this?"
"Who knows," another Nara sighed.
"That Uchiha kid, Wen Lan… he's terrifying. Even this kind of strategy is on the table."
"Enough," the older leader snapped quietly.
"Finish the mission."
Upon reaching their position, all five formed seals.
Their shadows stretched like flowing ink, silently wrapping around five Mist corpses.
The shadows manipulated the bodies upright— as if the dead had risen again.
Necks twisted stiffly, bones cracking with chilling ka-ka sounds.
The corpses moved to the catapult, hoisted containers of Golden Juice, and flung them toward the outer Mist tents.
Kirigakure was already on high alert.
The instant the Golden Juice splashed down, patrol ninja reacted.
One of them roared in fury, "Bastards! They dare come again?!"
"Everyone—find them and kill them!"
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