As soon as Fūjin hurled his spear-like club, he snatched up rocks from the ground and started pelting Dabai (Great White).
Clearly, while Fūjin might've been simple-minded, his hunting instincts were sharp—and his strength was nothing to scoff at.
Beside him, Raijin was just as excited, drool dripping from his mouth as he grabbed rocks and hurled them with reckless abandon, determined to take down this massive, plump desert hawk.
The stones flew like cannonballs, whistling through the air.
"Kreeee!"
Dabai, provoked, had no intention of fleeing. Instead, it stubbornly tried to fight back—still smarting from its earlier humiliation by the Wooden Bees, it was desperate to reclaim its dignity as a high-tier summon.
But reality was harsh.
Despite giving its all, Dabai was completely outmatched by Fūjin and Raijin. If not for its natural speed, it would've already been smashed into the ground.
Realizing it stood no chance, Dabai swiftly flew back to **Umino Yoru **, seeking aid.
But **Umino Yoru ** had no interest in unnecessary conflict. He immediately prepared to leave with Dabai, wanting to avoid trouble.
Fūjin and Raijin, however, refused to give up. They chased relentlessly, closing in on the frontlines' defensive zone.
Left with no choice, **Umino Yoru ** halted and quickly performed a Transformation Jutsu, altering his appearance before weaving hand signs at blinding speed.
"Water Style: Syrup Capture Rope!"
A thick, sticky syrup rope surged forward, coiling around Fūjin and Raijin and binding them together. To ensure they couldn't break free, he wrapped several extra layers around them.
Then, channeling more chakra, he altered the syrup's properties further.
"Solidify!"
The syrup rope rapidly darkened, hardening into golden rings of candy—trapping the brothers inside what looked like massive, coiled tires.
"Let us go!"
"We wanna eat the big bird!"
They thrashed with all their might, but the hardened syrup ropes were far tougher than ordinary Water Whips. This technique wasn't just dozens of times thicker—it was also far more durable.
Of course, it wasn't without flaws. Unlike Water Whips, the syrup couldn't conduct Lightning Release for an electrified follow-up attack. But that hardly mattered—once trapped, shocking them would've just been a waste of chakra anyway.
After struggling fruitlessly, Fūjin and Raijin finally calmed down.
"Fūjin… this is candy. Tasty candy."
Raijin, realizing the golden rings were made of the same sweet treat Lady Tsunade had once given them, eagerly stuck out his tongue and started licking.
"So sweet! So good!"
Fūjin, catching on, immediately joined in, their anger forgotten as they happily devoured the candy trapping them.
"Heh." Umino Yoru smirked in amusement.
The syrup ropes, formed through Water Release chakra transformation, were chemically identical to real candy—perfectly edible.
At one point, he'd even considered mass-producing and selling them… until he did the math and realized it wasn't worth the effort.
Syrup Formula:
12CO + 11H₂O + Chakra → C₁₂H₂₂O₁₁ + 12O₂
Producing syrup via ninjutsu required chakra, which in turn required food energy conversion—a process with inherent inefficiencies. Even with his Gluttony Technique 2.5, he only achieved a 35% conversion rate.
Sage chakra, drawing on natural energy, might've made it feasible… but the mental and time costs still made it impractical.
Still, the idea wasn't useless—it hinted at a future where industrialized natural energy harvesting could solve food shortages across the ninja world.
With Fūjin and Raijin restrained, Umino Yoru prepared to leave, wanting nothing to do with Anma Kayone.
But then—
"Fūjin, don't let him go!"
"Raijin, if we catch him, we'll have endless candy!"
The brothers, realizing **Umino Yoru ** was the source of their treat, decided to capture him—so he could make candy for them forever.
"No! Don't take our candy!"
"Our candy…!"
Watching him leave felt like watching mountains of syrup vanish before their eyes. Their fury ignited, eyes blazing with rage.
CRACK!
With a deafening snap, the hardened syrup ropes shattered under their sheer brute strength.
"Huh?" Umino Yoru turned back, startled.
The Syrup Capture Rope was strong enough to restrain even jōnin—only elite taijutsu specialists like Might Dai or the Raikage could break free.
Yet these two genin had done it effortlessly.
Physically, they were at least special jōnin-level—maybe even higher when enraged.
But their lack of intelligence dragged their overall combat effectiveness down to average chūnin level.
Still, Umino Yoru didn't underestimate them. If they got their hands on him, he'd be as good as trapped.
"Sonic Pulse!"
Forming the Tiger seal, he unleashed a high-powered infrasonic shockwave.
"Guh—!"
"Blegh…!"
Though not knocked out, Fūjin and Raijin stumbled, dizzy and nauseous, vomiting up half-digested leaves and grass.
Horrified at losing their meal, they clamped their mouths shut—refusing to let more food escape.
But as they stared at the puddle of vomit, their stomachs growling in protest, their rage reached a boiling point.