081 Naruto Mobile Game

[This Server's Dominion Tournament]

[Top Four:]

[Fire Country——VS——Hokage]

[Konoha Root——VS——Naruto Uzumaki]

There were five minutes left until nine in the evening. All participants had already adjusted their lineups and entered the event page.

Tonight's matches drew quite a lot of attention. For that reason, Kuroda deliberately enabled the in-game livestream function.

After entering the game, players across the entire Fire Country could see a minimized window in the lower-left corner. Clicking it would open the full livestream of this server's finals.

Of course, it wasn't just here. The other countries were the same.

"It's about to start. What the hell is that guy Tobi still messing around with! Hmph!"

The members of the organization were not gathered together, but stayed in their own residences. Deidara was no exception.

But as the seconds ticked by, that guy Tobi still hadn't entered the event page.

If he didn't enter during the preparation phase, he would lose qualification.

Although on the Rain Hidden server the organization had no possibility of losing, whether someone showed up or not was another matter entirely.

Suddenly, an extra name appeared beneath that row.

Deidara took a closer look—who else could it be but Tobi? He immediately exploded.

"Tobi! You bastard! I haven't seen you around lately—what the hell have you been up to? Careful or I'll reward you with a shot of Art is an Explosion! Hmph!"

"Stop it, Deidara. Quiet down."

"Hehehe~ Senpai, I've been thinking about tactics, you know. When I step in, victory is guaranteed, okay!"

"This Server's Dominion is one thing, but when it comes to cross-server battles, no one is allowed to be late!"

"Understood."

It was perfectly normal for the Dominion Tournament to have team voice chat, and of course, this thing could be freely turned off.

Obito turned off the voice chat, returning to that deep, calm demeanor—despite the fact that his face was always expressionless.

This Server's Dominion really wasn't worth paying attention to. Compared to that, it was better to look at the intelligence gathered from the other ninja villages.

How should one put it—pretty much as originally expected.

All the ninja village leaders had advanced to the finals, which was only natural, considering they had gathered the best fighters within their villages.

So if nothing unexpected happened, the cross-server opponents would probably be just those few organizations.

Obito suddenly turned around. On a table not far away, there was a pile of strange equipment.

His expression was gloomy, its depth unreadable.

...

Atop the Hokage Rock, the ten members of the [Naruto Uzumaki] organization gathered again, not a single one missing.

In addition, there were other people as well.

"Go for it, Kakashi! Take down your opponent beautifully!" Guy wore his trademark grin.

"So, really," Kakashi sighed, "why did you even come here? Didn't the game open that… livestream feature?"

"What are you talking about, Kakashi! Just watching through a screen—how could that let you feel my passion!"

"...How I wish I hadn't heard that."

On the other side, it was almost an exact mirror of this scene.

Rock Lee was forcefully pulling Naruto along, explaining various game understandings and all kinds of tactics to him.

But to Naruto's ears, it was nothing but awkward disbelief.

Opening with a chakra check and instantly chaining into a ultimate—how does a human even come up with that?

Summon first, counter-summon, then summon again for a second opener—how abstract is that? Is your house a zoo or what?

Deliberately picking a C-rank ninja to lure the enemy into underestimating you? You've played the "pretend to be weak to eat the strong"!

"Alright, alright, Bushy Brows, it's about to start. I've remembered everything you said." Naruto couldn't take it anymore.

"Wait, Naruto, I still have one more move. It was a secret weapon I came up with myself, but now I'll teach it to you!" Rock Lee looked reluctant.

"...Why don't you just keep it for yourself?"

"No!" Rock Lee's face was filled with determination. "A great enemy is before us—how could I not help!"

Uh… aren't the opponents all villagers?

Rock Lee pulled Naruto by the ear and whispered a few words. After listening, Naruto's expression became indescribable.

"Naruto, it's starting. What are you still doing?"

Sasuke was calling out. Naruto responded and ran over to Sasuke and the others, but before that, he glanced back at Rock Lee. Rock Lee bared his teeth in a grin.

Got it. Whether I can use it or not, I absolutely won't let go of this match's victory! Naruto thought.

"Alright, our opponent in the first round of the finals is the village's upper management. But don't worry about that—everyone, bring out your true skills!" Jiraiya clapped his hands as he spoke.

He looked around at the energetic members of the organization, and suddenly a thought arose in his heart.

Maybe… they really could win!

"In terms of combat power, we've roughly compared. We're at a comprehensive disadvantage," Kakashi said, looking at Shikamaru. "Shikamaru, do you have anything to say?"

Hearing this, the others also turned to Shikamaru.

"The tactics have already been conveyed to everyone, but honestly, aside from raw strength, tactics are hard to execute," Shikamaru's expression was solemn.

Ninja Mobile Game, at its core, could never compare in complexity to real ninja combat.

The control methods themselves inherently capped the upper limit. No matter how powerful the technique or tactic, it could only be confined within this space.

There was nothing more to say. It was starting.

"Naruto, do you have any problems?" Sasuke turned his head and glanced at Naruto sitting beside him.

"We'll win!" Naruto didn't even raise his head.

Just like yesterday, the two of them hesitated not at all, choosing to take the lead in the first and second slots.

Who were their opponents? No idea. In fact, they didn't even know the leader of Root.

But there was no need to fear. Victory was enough.

Watching Naruto and Sasuke enter their matches at the same time, the others also grew serious, standing ready.

As spectators—and as the four members of Team Three there to cheer them on—they stood silently in the distance.

When Neji heard that Guy and Rock Lee were coming, he came along as well.

Watching those people holding their phones, all unusually focused, ripples appeared in his pure-colored eyes.

An organization tournament, huh…

"We won!"

Naruto let out a long breath. Without even having time to celebrate, he immediately plunged into the next match.

Sasuke, however, was different—his brows were tightly furrowed.

The original tactical arrangement was to have the organization's lower combat power members exhaust the opponent's high combat power, then have the organization's high combat power deal with the opponent's lower combat power.

It sounded contradictory, didn't it?

But even if the organization's lower combat power couldn't defeat the opponent's high combat power, as long as they could inflict effective attrition, it wasn't a loss—because the combat power gap was reality.

Meanwhile, the high combat power members could end fights quickly, even creating favorable situations of one-versus-many victories, forming a numerical advantage.

However, from the opponent organization's perspective, it was the same.

So a breakthrough point was needed.

"If all the matches ultimately end in one-for-one trades, then it becomes a contest of total organizational combat power, and the result is a loss. But for us, that's the best possible situation."

Shikamaru's pre-match words echoed in Sasuke's ears. His brows suddenly relaxed, and he quickly stabilized his mindset.

Why was one-for-one the best? Because that was the baseline. And above the baseline, there was still someone to safeguard it.

Shikamaru would be the one to do that, right?

Red light surfaced in Sasuke's eyes, within which two black tomoe slowly rotated.

Sorry—but he couldn't comply.

Who's afraid? This blade meant to shatter the opponent—he would be the one to wield it!