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For example, a Special Jonin who specialized in Genjutsu would be his natural counter.
`[Rank: Special Jonin]` was a very awkward power level.
It was a special classification for Chunin who had average overall stats but possessed a specific `[Skill]` that could rival a Jonin. The rank existed to distinguish them from ordinary Chunin.
If a Special Jonin fought a Jonin who shared the same specialization, they could hold their own.
A Special Jonin specializing in Taijutsu could briefly contend with a Jonin who was not proficient in either Genjutsu or Taijutsu.
However, Kifu was currently in a difficult position. His Taijutsu was top-tier, but his Genjutsu was pathetic. If he encountered a Jonin with decent Genjutsu skills, he would be completely overwhelmed.
Even encountering a Chunin with strong Genjutsu would result in an embarrassing struggle.
Therefore, the reality of a Special Jonin was simple. Against the right opponent, they were equal to a Jonin. Against a counter, they were no better than a Chunin.
Kifu was exactly like that.
He had used up all his `[Extraction]` attempts. He no longer expected to obtain any more trump cards from the corpses.
He glanced at the night sky outside the window.
Without realizing it, night had fallen.
'Wait.'
Kifu, who had been immersed in his "communication" with the corpses, suddenly realized something. According to the Shinobi Code of Conduct, the two Chunin assigned to defense and sensing were required to meet every hour. They had to exchange intelligence and verify secret codes.
While he was focused on increasing his strength, over an hour had already passed.
The other two knew he was in the command room. They should have taken the initiative to find him.
A bad omen rose in his heart.
He did not dare to act rashly. He certainly did not dare to leave the command room.
The command room was spacious and offered a clear field of vision. The area outside was filled with narrow corridors. It was far too dangerous and easy to be ambushed there.
When he first entered the checkpoint, he had seen many corpses lying in those hallways.
However, staying inside was no different from waiting for death if a large group of Iwa Shinobi attacked.
He sat on the floor and thought for a moment.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He did not care if it was disrespectful to the corpses and rubbed his hands to light it.
He took a deep breath.
'Damn it! I cannot be this unlucky.'
He dropped the cigarette and crushed it on the floor. He began pulling stacks of `[Explosive Tags]` from his `[System Inventory]`.
He was not an expert at setting traps, but he understood the basics.
He used special silk threads to connect the `[Explosive Tags]`. He plastered them thickly across the walls and the door.
"Whoever enters dies!"
Kifu closed his eyes and opened them again. His black pupils were now covered in crimson. A single tomoe rotated slowly within them.
`[Active Skill: Sharingan]`
He scanned his surroundings.
His hand rested gently on the hilt of the long blade at his waist.
He sat in place without moving. He waited silently like a farmer waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree.
He did not know how long he waited.
Suddenly, the handle of the command room door twitched slightly.
Kifu narrowed his eyes. His pupils constricted.
"Who is it?!"
The door was locked.
"It is me."
A slightly familiar voice came from outside. It sounded like one of the two Chunin who were supposed to be on guard.
Kifu did not relax at all. He asked in a heavy voice, "The code!"
"..."
There was a second of silence. Kifu did not hesitate. He released the hilt of his sword and his hands quickly formed a `[Sign]`.
*Sizzle. Sizzle. Sizzle.*
The `[Explosive Tags]` began to burn simultaneously. A slight sound echoed as the fuses were triggered.
Then.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of violent explosions erupted. The entire building shook violently.
The construction team that built these checkpoints was impressive. Despite such frequent and large-scale explosions, the checkpoint remained standing.
However, the walls and the corridor outside the command room were completely destroyed.
Kifu remained vigilant. He used his Sharingan to stare into the messy pile of rubble.
"Using so many Explosive Tags... Konoha certainly has a strong resolve."
A faint voice drifted out from the rocks.
A figure stood up from the debris. He looked somewhat disheveled. His clothes hung in rags over his bulging muscles.
It was the Hidden Stone Village Jonin, Tushi!
If he had not sensed something wrong at the last moment and used `[Earth Style]` to protect himself while dodging, that many tags would have killed him five or six times over.
Unfortunately, that single second of silence had given him enough time to react.
Kifu frowned. His right hand gripped his sword hilt. His temples throbbed as his Sharingan spun rapidly.
With just one look, he judged the opponent's strength. This was not a Chunin. This was a Jonin, or at the very least, a high-level Special Jonin.