bigabreads Chapter 615 Instantaneous Movement and Still Water
Chapter 615 Instantaneous Movement and Still Water
"elder brother……"
Hozuki Shio instinctively hid behind her brother, her little hands gripping Haiyue's clothes tightly.
"Lord Hokage... he... he seems a hundred times more terrifying than when he yelled at me on the boat for scaring away his fish..."
"It's ten thousand times."
Haiyue uttered a few words with difficulty, correcting her younger sister.
Meanwhile, at the eye of that storm of pressure, Hiruzen Sarutobi had reached the center of the dock.
He walked past the Kaguya clan members, who were staggering and foaming at the mouth, as if walking past a patch of mushrooms that weren't growing very well.
Their steps finally stopped in front of Kaguya Honebami.
At this moment, only a handful of Kirigakure ninjas remain standing on the entire dock.
At the very front are Yagura, Mei Terumi, and Honebami Kaguya.
Kaguya Honebami stared intently at the man in front of her.
His bones were groaning, and his prized Corpse Bone Vein was as fragile as a pile of rotten wood in the face of this absolute presence.
His knees were bent, his spine was bent, and he used all his willpower to avoid kneeling down like his worthless subordinates.
Cold sweat trickled down his pale cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
He saw the expression on Hiruzen Sarutobi's face.
It was a gentle smile, even tinged with concern.
It's like a kind elder looking at a somewhat mischievous junior.
Then, he heard the man's voice.
The voice was soft, peaceful, and even carried a hint of laughter, as if they were having a casual chat.
"This... is a friend from the Kaguya clan."
"What did you just say?"
"It's windy, I didn't hear you clearly."
"..."
boom!
In an instant, the extreme sense of humiliation, like a red-hot branding iron, pierced Kaguya Honebami's brain!
fear?
pressure?
At that moment, everything was burned to ashes by this overwhelming rage!
He would rather be punched to death than endure being ignored and humiliated like a stray dog on the street!
"roar--!"
A beastly roar, unlike anything human, escaped from Kaguya Honebami's throat.
He forcefully broke free from the oppressive aura, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, and the bone spurs all over his body suddenly stood up!
"Don't look at me like that!"
"You all stand up—!"
Driven by this command, the Kaguya clan members who were still struggling on the ground seemed to be injected with a final frenzy. They instinctively pulled out the bone blades from their bodies and rushed towards the man who was standing in the center of the dock, still wearing a gentle smile.
Driven by this roar, the Kaguya clan members who were kneeling on the ground and on the verge of collapse from the torment of the invisible pressure seemed to be injected with the final poison.
Their reason was completely burned away at that moment, leaving only the instinct to fight.
The fierce courage flowing in their blood forced them to suppress the trembling deep within their souls.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
Dozens of white afterimages shot up from the ground, each joint of their bodies twisted to the most suitable angle for exerting force, and the bone blades in their hands drew sinister arcs in the gloomy mist.
That was the most primal and purest impulse.
However, Hiruzen Sarutobi, who was at the center of the prey, didn't even turn around.
His shoulders were not tense at all, and even the swaying of his clothes did not change.
They seemed completely unaware of the encirclement behind them.
His attention seemed to be completely drawn to something else.
"This stick..."
He looked with great interest at the uniquely shaped coral staff in Yagura's hand not far away.
Yagura was slamming the stick into the ground, his mature-looking face dripping with sweat, his expression contorted from the excessive force.
Is this material pure natural coral?
Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze was as if he were examining a work of art.
How did it manage to maintain such a complete shape despite its enormous size?
And this hardness... for him to use it as a combat staff, it must have undergone special treatment. Could it be that he used water-style techniques to alter its internal structure and density? Or did he use some kind of secret technique?
I'll have to find a way to get some samples later; Orochimaru would definitely like them. Maybe we can even analyze some new materials...
Just as Hiruzen Sarutobi was beginning to draft a PowerPoint presentation outlining the future uses of the staff, the horde of death behind him had already surged within five steps.
The Kaguya clan members at the front had already revealed ferocious and twisted smiles on their faces, raising their bone blades high, ready to chop the figure with his back to them into mincemeat in the next moment.
And at that very moment.
A dark shadow, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, spread out without warning between Hiruzen Sarutobi and the surging white tide.
It didn't even attract anyone's attention.
He just appeared like that.
Uchiha Shisui, though arriving late, struck first, pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
His posture was casual, like an ordinary samurai preparing to draw his sword, his body slightly leaning forward, blocking behind Hiruzen Sarutobi.
fast.
too fast.
Most of the Kaguya clan members didn't even see what it was; all that remained on their retinas was a blurry afterimage.
Their killing instincts still drove them to charge forward.
Then, Shisui raised his head.
The fog seemed to make way for him at that moment.
Those once clean and gentle black eyes were replaced by three ominous, blood-red tomoe.
The crimson Sharingan shone brightly on the gloomy dock, like a demon opening its eyes in the night.
He simply used his eyes to calmly scan each enemy charging towards him.
The Kaguya clansman at the forefront still had a sinister grin on his face.
He was glanced at by those scarlet eyes.
His mind went blank for a moment, and the world before his eyes distorted.
The black-clad Uchiha youth vanished, the dock disappeared, and in its place lay an endless, blood-red space.
He saw himself.
He saw his body being slowly and painfully tortured, inch by inch, by an invisible knife.
Bones were ripped alive from flesh and blood, internal organs were churned into a messy mass, and one could clearly feel the pain of every inch of skin being cut open and hear the groans of one's own bones being crushed.
That was a death rehearsal that was more real than reality itself.