This is my ninja journey

As the saying goes, the first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar. After killing for the first time, Team 17 awakened an astonishing talent for killing. In the ten days before the main Konoha forces arrived, they carried out several reconnaissance missions in a row. The number of Suna ninjas who died at the hands of Shisui and Otonashi had reached a dozen. Only Shizune, who was a medical ninja, still had zero kills.

This was war, and killing was a ninja's job. The harsh battlefield environment left people with no time to think too much. Anyway, the enemy ninjas would not show mercy because they were just kids.

Then kill, until you die or the war ends.

There were already more than a hundred ninjas stationed in the camp, so it was particularly noisy. The summer wind blew gently. Team 17 returned last night after completing a C-rank reconnaissance mission.

Otonashi was leaning against a wooden stake, panting slightly. In the tent behind him, Uchiha Shisui and Shizune were resting. He had only slept for three hours before going to the river to train his water style.

The experience of two lifetimes made him understand that if he wanted to survive, he had to work harder than anyone else. After witnessing the cruelty of the Third Shinobi World War, he was even more determined in this idea.

"My reincarnation in this life is okay, but it's far from enough." He sighed softly. In terms of background and inheritance, this body was considered good in Konoha, but the most common thing in this damn world was geniuses, and even more so, cheaters.

If he didn't want to die like those ordinary Suna ninjas, he had to push his innate advantages to the limit!

Otonashi knew that his capital in this damn world was not only his father's swordsmanship inheritance, nor his mother's family bloodline, nor was it related to his innate subtle chakra control, but rather his 'precociousness'. The precociousness of practicing seals while others were still wearing crotchless pants.

"With the hand speed I've been training since I was one year old, even if I was born in a civilian family, I could still become an elite Jonin!"

Otonashi wiped his face, looked in the mirror beside him, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, find a place to practice swordsmanship. After I come back, Shisui and the others should be awake. Then I'll win back what I lost in the past two days."

Picking up the kodachi beside him, Otonashi walked out of the camp with his head held high. Halfway there, his footsteps paused. He felt an extremely sinister gaze coming from the side, like being stared at by a poisonous snake.

It was Orochimaru.

He turned his head and saw a young man with long black hair. The other party's narrow eyes were staring at him, and a cold feeling suddenly filled his chest. But Otonashi controlled every nerve on his face.

Ignoring the girl beside Orochimaru who was giggling at him, he nodded slightly as a greeting, and then, like before, strode out of the camp.

Orochimaru kept staring at the slender back disappearing into the forest before asking the people on his left and right, "Oh? Who was that kid just now?"

The Sannin had a high status in Konoha. Even if their positions were the same, the surrounding Jonin did not dare to be negligent. Hyuga Hinata immediately stepped forward and replied, "That is my student, Genin Hanyu Otonashi."

Genin?

The snake eyes rolled. Konoha had just joined the war and had not yet reached the point of exhaustion. The Genin who could join the battlefield must be outstanding. He licked his lips with his long tongue, seemingly thinking of something.

"How old is this Hanyu Otonashi?"

Hearing the question, another Jonin immediately took out a data book and replied, "He is already twelve years old, but he has become famous in one fell swoop. He has completed 5 C-rank missions in half a month and killed eight Chunin."

"He's already twelve years old..." Unexpectedly, Orochimaru lost interest. It seemed that the battle record was worthless to him. He walked a few more steps like this, and suddenly turned his head and asked, "Lord Hinata, how is that genius from the Uchiha family?"

"Uchiha Shisui's performance is very good. He has also completed 5 C-rank missions and killed twelve Chunin."

"He's only eight years old, right? Has he awakened the Sharingan?"

Orochimaru seemed to be very interested, but as the commander-in-chief of the front line, it was also reasonable to care about the combat power of his subordinates.

"Not yet, but it's only a matter of time." Hyuga Hinata immediately replied.

"Very good. Remember to assign tasks reasonably. Don't let Uchiha Shisui sacrifice easily."

"...Yes." Hyuga Hinata always felt that something was strange, but it was not good to ask anything in front of everyone. He just happened to follow Orochimaru to the central tent of the camp.

The ninja world had already fought three world wars. Counting from before the establishment of the ninja village system, it had been fighting for hundreds of years, and the scale of the battles was getting larger and larger. Now, each major ninja village had thousands of combat forces, so military command had already surpassed the original form.

Passing through the gate guarded by two Anbu, there was a map, a sand table, and ninjas skilled in tactics shuttling through the tent.

Orochimaru was also considered a veteran of the battlefield. Now that he was working hard to compete for the position of Fourth Hokage, he would definitely not be slacking off. He strode to the map and raised his hand to take the pointer.

"Gentlemen, it has been three months since the Suna Hidden Village of the Land of Wind declared war on Konoha. Now is the time to completely resolve them." Orochimaru's soft voice was definitely not uplifting, but everyone was full of fighting spirit.

The disappearance of the Third Kazekage was the trigger for the Third Shinobi World War. However, the first stage was the surprise attack launched by the Kumo Hidden Village of the Land of Lightning. After the newly appointed Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, finally repelled the strong enemy, he dared to provoke Konoha, the strongest of the five great nations.

This was undoubtedly courting death.

Declare war, then declare war. Launching a surprise attack might still cause some trouble, but now that three months had passed, the two countries were still seesawing at the border. The Fourth Kazekage was like an idiot.

"Humph, no matter what that Kazekage wants to do, now we have arrived. It's better to end this war early." Orochimaru sneered a few times. The pointer moved on the map, which was covered with thick or thin arrows, and finally stopped at a place with dense contour lines.

"Mount Kikyo. Konoha is preparing to launch a decisive battle here and defeat Suna in one fell swoop."

Mount Kikyo was right on the border between the Land of Wind and the Land of Fire, with a strange landscape of yellow sand on one side and forest on the other. The complex terrain was a good place for ninjas to fight.

"Lord Orochimaru, this terrain is extremely beneficial to the defending side." A cold voice reminded. Everyone looked over, and it was a cold man wearing sunglasses.

"Aburame Shibi, Suna is simply not qualified to be compared with Konoha. And the Third Hokage will also attack with me."

"But Suna Hidden Village will not have fewer than two Kage-level."

"Humph, then Konoha will only have more than them." Orochimaru smiled disdainfully.

Now Konoha was strong and powerful. Now that the generation of the Third Hokage was in their prime, even if one of the Sannin, Tsunade, had not participated in the war for many years, their high-end combat power was still crushing.

In order to avoid competing for credit, he also deliberately threw Jiraiya in Konoha.

The ninjas were silent. As the founder of the ninja village system, Konoha had always been the strongest. Even if it was besieged by the four countries in the last war, it was still undefeated. They were wondering where Suna Hidden Village got the courage.

"Okay, I will command the battle of Mount Kikyo. The main ninja army will attack Suna from the front with me and the Third Hokage."

"Yes!" Several ordinary-looking Jonin stepped forward and knelt on one knee. The ninja army they led was the main force and also cannon fodder. Not to mention enjoying the preferential treatment of three people and one Jonin, they were not even qualified to be stationed in the village on weekdays.

"The remaining elite ninja teams will spread out from the flanks. Teams 1, 2, 5, 7, and 11 will circle around from the right wing to the rear of Mount Kikyo and cut off Suna's retreat route." Orochimaru's cold gaze stayed on Namikaze Minato's face for a moment. He had already felt the threat of this person.

The several elite Jonin headed by Namikaze Minato were stunned for a moment. They knew that the dense forest on the right wing must be the key defense area of Suna, but the order was like a mountain, so they had to nod in agreement.

"The left wing desert will be handed over to Teams 10, 12, 15, and 17. You will be responsible for the feint attack. Just be careful of being ambushed."

"Yes." Several people nodded and accepted the order. This was a secondary task.

Hyuga Hinata was a little confused as to where he had offended Orochimaru, otherwise why would he 'suppress' Team 17.

The people who should die must die, and the people who should live must live.

Orochimaru's eyes swept over everyone's faces, and he sneered in his heart. If everything went smoothly, not only could he eliminate a competitor, but he could also provide a dead end.

The unworldly genius of the Uchiha family, it sounds like he can't die easily...