fictionpage Chapter 483 The Enraged Earth Shadow
Chapter 483 The Enraged Earth Shadow
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"
The Third Tsuchikage, Onoki, hovered low in the air, his short body trembling violently with extreme rage, his signature large red nose now so red it was almost dripping blood.
His vision was reflecting a hellish scene.
Just minutes ago, this battlefield belonged to him.
His Rock Hidden Forces, like an unstoppable torrent of steel, are crushing the enemy into mud inch by inch.
Victory should have been a foregone conclusion.
But now, the scroll has been torn to shreds.
No, it was cut into pieces by countless elusive golden engravings.
His command structure was beheaded in a series of attacks within a mere thirty seconds.
A ninja he was so proud of, whose upper and lower body separated the moment he released his ninjutsu.
Death has become a silent art.
And all of this was accomplished by those damned golden flashes that appeared and disappeared intermittently!
"What on earth is that thing?!"
Onoki roared like a wild beast at his terrified confidant beside him, "Body Flicker Technique? Impossible! Even if Hiruzen Sarutobi himself came, his Body Flicker Technique couldn't possibly be that fast!"
"Lord Tsuchikage..."
A ninja in charge of sensory perception spoke in a trembling voice, as if each word was being squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Information...information confirmed, that's Minato Namikaze from Konoha...the technique he used is most likely...Flying Thunder God Technique!"
Flying Thunder God?
A sudden roar went through Onoki's mind, and his pupils contracted sharply.
Tobirama Senju's space-time ninjutsu? That legendary forbidden technique that should have been buried with the Second Hokage... actually wasn't lost?!
His mind raced in a flash.
Using the technique as a coordinate system... coordinate system?
A scene he had scorned suddenly surfaced from the depths of his memory—those specially made trident kunai that the Konoha ninjas had carelessly scattered across the battlefield like trash!
So it turns out... that wasn't a fit of anger or frustration.
That's a road sign.
It is a beacon guiding death!
It is a tombstone already engraved with the name of every victim... a death tombstone.
What a terrifying strategy, what a calm and collected plan.
From the very first second the battle began, the young man named Minato Namikaze already regarded him and the entire Hidden Stone Village as inanimate objects on a chessboard.
"Stop him! At all costs!"
Onoki's roar abruptly stopped.
It didn't stop on its own.
Rather, it was the world he perceived that, at this moment, exhibited an incomprehensible error.
That's not the wind.
Rather, it's a sense of dislocation... a feeling that the physical rules have been forcibly altered.
The roar of the explosion and the piercing screams seemed to be completely filtered out by an invisible barrier.
His prized sixth sense, which he considered one with the rocky earth, revealed an absolute, unthinkable blind spot.
Right behind him.
coming.
For the first time, Onoki's battle-hardened body failed him.
He used all his strength to turn his head, inch by inch.
A young, handsome, even overly gentle face quietly came into his view.
The person stood less than two arm spans behind him, as if he were strolling through the streets of Konoha rather than traversing a battlefield of corpses and blood.
His short, golden hair swayed slightly in the air currents he stirred.
Those azure eyes lacked the compassion of the legendary ninja god, and the tyranny of Madara Uchiha. They were empty, filled with an absolute rationality and tranquility that looked down upon all living beings.
It was as if the Third Tsuchikage, who had stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world for decades, was no different from any stubborn rock on the ground.
Time seemed to stretch out into eternity at this moment.
Minato Namikaze looked at the legendary two Libras before him, a polite smile even curving his lips, and spoke softly.
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the clamor of the entire battlefield and reached Onoki's ears precisely.
"Nice to meet you, Lord Tsuchikage."
Time was forcibly distorted in that instant.
One second ago, he was the earth shadow suspended in the air, the arbiter overlooking the battlefield, and the embodiment of the unwavering will of Iwagakure.
The next second, a blond young man, an enemy who should have been charging away several kilometers away, appeared behind them.
This can't even be described as fast.
For the first time, Onoki's short, battle-hardened body stiffened like a fossil without being attacked.
He could clearly feel every hair on his back standing on end, and a chilling coldness shooting up from his tailbone to the top of his head.
They could even smell a faint, clean scent emanating from the other person, a scent that didn't belong to this bloody battlefield.
anger.
Extreme anger overwhelmed the momentary horror.
This is humiliating!
It was a blatant and most vicious humiliation of him, the Third Tsuchikage, the pinnacle of the ninja world!
"Little brat..."
Onoki's teeth were clenched so tightly that each word seemed to be squeezed out from a crack in the rock.
In response, all he had was his chakra, which had been raised to its limit!
"Dust Release: Particle Style - Detachment Technique!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Onoki clasped his hands together, and a semi-transparent cube-shaped barrier radiating an aura of destruction instantly formed in his palms.
This is neither a test nor a warning.
This is a guaranteed kill!
He wanted to completely erase that place, along with that arrogant blond kid, from this world, breaking them down into the most primitive atoms!
The moment the barrier took shape, the surrounding light was distorted, and the air emitted a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
However, Minato Namikaze simply watched quietly.
He looked at Onoki's face, flushed red with rage, and at the terrifying barrier that contained the power of the Bloodline Limit. In his azure eyes, however, remained a calm lake.
It even maintained that polite, almost formulaic curve.
Just a second before Onoki roared and ripped the Primal World from his hand forward.
A flash of golden light.
Minato Namikaze's figure disappeared.
It vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of chakra or even a wisp of air.
"boom--!!!"
A destructive white beam of light shot out from Onoki's hand, piercing through the spot where Minato Namikaze had just stood, and continued forward, swallowing everything in its path—rocks, dust, and several Sand Village ninjas who couldn't dodge in time—turning them all into nothingness.
A terrifying ravine, its bottomless depths and smooth, mirror-like edges, was left in the earth.
The power of that single strike was terrifying.
But... it missed.
Onoki froze in mid-air, maintaining his casting posture, all the blood in his body rushing to his huge red nose.
He lost.
In this encounter, he didn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.
The other party played a trick on him in a way he couldn't understand.
"team leader!"
A piercing scream came from the other side of the battlefield, jolting Onoki out of the abyss of humiliation.
He suddenly turned his head to look.
A golden flash appeared and disappeared behind an Iwagakure ninja who was commanding his troops.
The Jonin froze, his expression still frozen in the ferocity of issuing the command. The next moment, blood gushed out like a fountain.
The golden flash had already appeared in the distance.
Minato Namikaze's figure solidified once more, a drop of blood slowly sliding down the kunai in his hand.
He nodded slightly towards Onoki from a distance.
That action didn't seem like showing off a victory.
It's more like saying: Excuse me, I need to take care of some chores.