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The paper wings behind Konan flapped steadily, lifting both her and the dangling Sasori high into the air.
Looking down from their position in the sky, Orochimaru and Itachi had already become two tiny black dots on the ground.
As chakra surged from her body, Konan's expression grew strained and twisted with effort.
This was her first time executing the Paper Ocean technique at such a massive scale, and without any prior preparation.
Sasori stared down at the two figures below, already envisioning the scene of Orochimaru and Itachi being engulfed in a sea of explosions.
Still, he felt unsatisfied.
He reached into his cloak and pulled out a scroll, the character "百" (hundred) clearly inscribed across it.
A chakra thread unfurled the scroll, and the cloak wrapped around his puppet body slipped off, tumbling down from the sky.
"Performance of a Hundred Puppets!"
Hundreds of chakra threads extended directly from the regeneration core embedded in his chest.
Down below, Orochimaru and Itachi noticed the sudden change in light and instinctively looked up.
A storm of humanoid puppets, each armed with blades and projectiles, came rushing down upon them like a plague from the heavens.
Orochimaru's expression turned grave.
"Itachi-kun… If you don't act now, we might really die here today."
They were completely surrounded—explosive tags covered the ground below, while hundreds of puppets blotted out the sky.
Even Orochimaru, master of escape and survival, felt an overwhelming pressure tighten around him.
There was no room to breathe—no way out.
Itachi's Mangekyō Sharingan spun violently in his eye sockets, casting a crimson glow that radiated death.
Red-orange chakra surged from his body as the blood vessels in his eyes swelled and darkened.
A massive spine erupted behind him.
Orochimaru watched, wide-eyed, as ribs and a sternum rapidly sprouted from either side, forming an enormous ribcage around them.
In an instant, a skeleton over twenty meters tall enveloped both Itachi and Orochimaru.
Itachi fell to one knee, gritting his teeth as the Mangekyō devoured his chakra. He let out a quiet, pained groan.
His eyes bled freely, crimson trails streaming down his face.
Orochimaru was surrounded by a dense, sinister chakra—cold, oppressive, and filled with the scent of death. He reached out and touched the skeletal wall.
It was solid. Tangible.
Rage flared inside him.
This wasn't just a defensive jutsu—it was a revolution in chakra control.
This wasn't merely transforming chakra's nature. This was manifesting it into physical form through extreme condensation.
That eerie coldness… it could only be Yin Release chakra.
Though all shinobi possessed varying chakra natures, only a rare few were born with the talent to wield Yin and Yang Release.
Illusions and healing jutsu—such as the Yamanaka clan's mental techniques or the Nara clan's Shadow Possession—fell under Yin-Yang Release.
In Konoha, the Akimichi clan's Expansion Jutsu and the Inuzuka clan's beast-transformation techniques were examples of secret Yang-style arts.
Yin Release emphasized the strength of the mind and soul, while Yang Release enhanced physical capabilities.
Orochimaru stared at Itachi in awe.
The Uchiha Clan truly was chosen by the Sage of Six Paths.
He hadn't expected the Sharingan to evolve beyond the three tomoe, nor to see it wield such tremendous power.
In contrast, the Hyuga Clan—Konoha's other great dojutsu clan—seemed pitiful. Their Byakugan had no further evolutionary path. No greater awakening.
Up above, Konan and Sasori stared wide-eyed at the skeletal giant that now protected their enemies.
"Scorpion, hurry!" Konan shouted. "I don't know what kind of freakish jutsu that is, but this is our last chance!"
"If we fail to kill them now, we'll never get another shot. Orochimaru won't let us find him again."
Urgency filled her voice.
Sasori responded instantly, chakra threads whipping through the air as his consciousness flooded into the regeneration core.
Hundreds of puppets rushed toward the red-orange skeleton, moving in perfect formation.
"A mere giant can't stop my ultimate art!" Sasori roared.
"I conquered an entire nation with these puppets!"
"Go! My puppets!"
For the first time in a long while, Sasori's lifeless face lit up with fervor—like the young man who had once devoted his heart to the art of puppetry.
But this frenzy was soaked in death and destruction.
Half-kneeling inside Susanoo's skeletal core, Itachi reached into his pouch and pulled out two special ration pills.
He recalled Uchiha Hikaru's final advice before they parted:
"Take this. You'll need it when using the Mangekyō. It'll help restore your chakra."
Crack—crunch.
Itachi bit the pills in half and swallowed them dry.
Immediately, warmth surged through his meridians like rain soaking into parched soil. His cells—once drained dry—felt revitalized.
It wasn't a full recovery, but it was enough.
Itachi rose to his feet and guided Susanoo's massive arms into motion, batting away the incoming puppets like flies.
Dozens of puppets were hurled through the air—many shattered on impact.
Nearly a fifth of Sasori's entire arsenal was destroyed in moments.
Frustration twisted Sasori's face.
"This isn't working! My art can't even scratch their defense!" he snapped.
"Konan! How much longer?!"
Konan clenched her fists, flustered and tense.
"One more minute! Just give me one more minute!"
Large-scale chakra coordination required her to manually link every explosive tag in the terrain to a single ignition point.
Without it, the detonation would scatter uselessly—exploding behind Orochimaru and Itachi instead of on target.
But Konan and Sasori didn't realize that Itachi wasn't merely clearing out puppets anymore.
The previously dark sky split open under his gaze—through Susanoo's hollow eye sockets, his Mangekyō Sharingan pierced the heavens.
There they were: Konan and Sasori.
He locked onto Sasori first.
The Mangekyō in his right eye spun faster and faster.
A single drop of blood slid from the corner of his eye, followed by a stream.
As the chakra peaked and his vision blurred, he whispered the incantation:
"Amaterasu."
Pitch-black flames erupted silently on Sasori's body.
The fire latched onto him—inescapable, inextinguishable.
Sasori's expression went blank.
Konan twitched, her nose wrinkling.
"…What's burning?"
She looked down.
Her eyes widened.
"Oh no—Sasori! You're on fire!"
Sasori fumbled a water scroll from his pouch, forming hand seals as fast as he could. A stream of water surged from the scroll, aiming to douse the unholy flames crawling over his puppet body.
But Amaterasu… didn't extinguish so easily.
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