"Ah, my food!"
"I'll kill you!"
Blinded by rage, the Fūjin and Raijin brothers had completely forgotten their original objective. Now, they were going all out, determined to murder **Umino Yoru **.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Umino Yoru swiftly drew a barrage of poisoned senbon needles, hurling them like a storm of steel rain toward the rampaging duo.
The brothers merely raised their arms to shield their eyes and charged forward recklessly, ignoring the attacks entirely.
"Incredible defense!" Yoru 's eyes narrowed.
Are these two even human? More like summoning beasts!
These senbon could easily pierce flesh and even scrape bone, yet against Fūjin and Raijin, they might as well have been hitting rhino summons—barely scratching the surface of their thick hide.
"Fūjin! Raijin! Stop this now!"
Finally catching up, Anma Kageoto saw Yoru 's attacks failing and feared for his safety. She immediately tried to command the berserk brothers to halt.
But they ignored her, only growing more violent.
Left with no choice, Kageoto pushed her exhausted body to its limits, forcing out the last of her chakra as her hands flew through a series of seals.
"Genjutsu: Tree Binding Death!"
She unleashed a B-rank illusion, instantly freezing Fūjin and Raijin in place.
"Huh?" Yoru 's eyes sharpened in shock.
A mere genin, capable of a B-rank genjutsu?
As expected of the Anma clan—their illusionary prowess is terrifying.
"Cough! Cough!"
The moment the genjutsu took hold, Kageoto collapsed, her body giving out as she lost consciousness.
With the illusion broken, Fūjin and Raijin snapped back to reality—entering full berserk mode, their power skyrocketing.
Yoru barely dodged in time as the brothers lunged at him with crushing force.
"Just what kind of steroids did these guys grow up on?! Their physical stats are insane!"
He activated the Body Flicker Technique, narrowly avoiding their grasp. If not for the advanced movement skills taught to him by Maruboshi Kosuke, he'd have been crushed instantly.
With bodies like these, if they had even average intelligence, they'd easily be taijutsu-specialized jonin.
"Since you won't listen to reason… time to teach you a lesson."
Tired of their relentless assault, Yoru decided to put them down—hard.
As the brothers charged again, he didn't retreat. Instead, his hands blurred through seals at five hand signs per second, finishing the sequence:
Snake → Ram → Horse → Rabbit → Ram → Horse → Rabbit.
Then, he thrust his palms forward.
"Suiton: Great Water Prison Technique!"
A massive sphere of water erupted, trapping the brothers inside.
Splash! Splash!
Fūjin and Raijin had walked right into it, now suspended helplessly in the suffocating dome.
"Let us out—glug glug—!"
With no leverage, they flailed uselessly, rapidly drowning as their rage only made them swallow more water.
Soon, they passed out from oxygen deprivation.
Yoru had no intention of killing them—not out of loyalty to Konoha, but because he feared Tsunade might remember her old subordinates and come investigating.
Dispelling the water prison, he let the brothers face-plant onto the ground with a thud.
They didn't wake up, still unconscious from near-drowning.
"Heh. Now, let's have some fun."
Scattering a handful of shuriken over their bodies, Yoru formed another set of seals.
"Suiton: Starch Syrup Capturing Field!"
Thick, adhesive strands of chakra-infused syrup coiled around them—this time, lined with razor-sharp shuriken embedded within the sticky bonds.
To ensure they couldn't break free, he made the bindings several times thicker than before, multiplying the restraining force.
The moment the technique took hold, Fūjin and Raijin jolted awake—their monstrous recovery speed almost rivaling that of Sage Mode users.
"OW! IT HURTS!"
Every twitch drove the shuriken deeper into their skin. Though their tough bodies minimized real damage, the pain was unbearable, reducing them to whimpering wrecks.
"Still so lively, huh?"
Yoru smirked, forming the Tiger seal.
"Tremor."
A pulse of infrasonic vibrations slammed into their stomachs.
BLARGH!
The brothers vomited violently—not just the water they'd swallowed, but even yesterday's half-digested vegetable slush.
Now, their stomachs were completely empty.
Furious, they roared and thrashed, but the syrup-shuriken prison held firm.
"Heh. Still defiant?"
Yoru shook his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
The brothers' instincts screamed danger as he placed his hands on their stomachs, channeling Yang-release chakra to stimulate their vagus nerves, forcing their bodies to produce excessive stomach acid, bile, and digestive enzymes.
GURGLE… GURGLE…
Their empty guts churned painfully, acid burning with nothing to digest.
"I-I give up!"
"P-please, spare us!"
"Big Bro Boss! We'll obey anything! Just stop!"
"Big Bro Boss!!"
Their greatest fear—starvation—had been weaponized against them. Broken, they begged for mercy, addressing Yoru as their supreme leader.
But he wasn't done.
He intensified the effect, amplifying their hunger to agonizing levels.
Soon, they weren't even pleading anymore—just sobbing uncontrollably, staring at Yoru like he was the devil himself.
"Alright, enough crying."
The instant he spoke, they instantly silenced themselves, trembling like scolded children awaiting orders.
Testing their obedience, Yoru found them completely submissive. Satisfied, he released the technique.
Freed, the giant brothers dropped to their knees, pressing their palms together in a comical, desperate plea for forgiveness.
"Pfft—"
Seeing these two monstrous brutes acting like misbehaving toddlers nearly made Yoru burst out laughing.
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