Chapter 21 – A Monstrous Presence Beyond Reason
"You really trying to kill me, you little punk?!" Jiraiya roared.
"Shut it," Tsunade snapped, giving him a deadly glare.
Even she was shocked by the sheer power of Yusuke's Busoshoku Haki. For a technique to force someone like Jiraiya—a true Kage-class shinobi—to use a defensive ninjutsu... It was far from normal.
"So this is Busoshoku Haki... I assume it has more uses than just boosting offense and defense?" Orochimaru's curiosity deepened as he studied Yusuke with fascination.
This boy's talent… was beyond logical boundaries. And Orochimaru—who, at this point in time, hadn't yet fallen into forbidden experimentation—was still driven by a pure obsession for ninjutsu.
"That's right," Yusuke replied casually. "You can also channel it into your weapon to massively enhance its destructive power."
"...What?" Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes widened for the first time.
He had initially thought it was just a taijutsu-focused technique. But if this could be infused into weapons—especially by someone like the White Fang—its potential was terrifying.
"You created this technique yourself?" the Hokage asked, still reeling.
"'Developed' might be a more accurate word," Yusuke said with a small shrug.
"I see..."
Yusuke then unsheathed his blade.
"This sword is called Enma. It contains a special energy I call Ryuo—the highest form of Busoshoku Haki," he explained. He knew it was time to prove his worth.
"May I examine it?" Orochimaru asked, eyes gleaming. The man was a sword enthusiast—he even collected two Kusanagi blades, after all.
"I wouldn't recommend it," Yusuke said plainly. "I'm worried you might get hurt."
Tsunade muttered under her breath, "Stingy brat... I'm never gonna learn this Busoshoku thing at this rate."
"Afraid we'll figure out your precious technique, huh?" Jiraiya sneered.
Orochimaru's expression darkened with quiet dissatisfaction.
"You show me respect, I'll return it in kind," Yusuke said flatly. "Just because you're the Legendary Sannin doesn't give you the right to look down on me. I've shared more than enough. If anything goes wrong after this, it's on you. Don't treat me like some scared little kid just because I'm not as old as you."
With that, he handed Enma over to Orochimaru.
Hiruzen raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. Now that was a good line.
As Orochimaru grasped the hilt, his eyes lit up with raw desire. The blade hadn't even been unsheathed, but its killing aura was already pressing down on the room.
Stronger than his beloved Kusanagi. Far stronger.
The moment he drew the blade—
A sharp, blinding light flashed from the scabbard, accompanied by an eerie hum of steel slicing the air.
And then—
"AAAAAAAAGH!!!"
Orochimaru's scream tore through the room.
His body convulsed violently, chakra flaring out of control.
"Orochimaru?! What the hell?!" Jiraiya panicked and jumped forward.
"Out of the way!" Tsunade shouted, pushing him aside as she activated her Medical Ninjutsu.
But the moment she scanned him with chakra—
Her expression froze.
It wasn't a normal wound.
Orochimaru's chakra was being drained. No—devoured—by Enma.
And more than that... a part of his soul was being pulled too.
Tsunade attempted to sever the link by striking the sword with a burst of chakra.
But instead of being repelled, the blade hovered midair, glowing ominously—alive—and continued draining Orochimaru's life force.
Hiruzen's eyes narrowed as he turned toward Yusuke, who stood with arms crossed, completely unfazed.
"Yusuke... You must have a way to stop this," the Hokage pleaded.
Both Tsunade and Jiraiya looked at him with desperation.
Yusuke gave a faint nod. "Return."
As if obeying a direct command, Enma shot back to Yusuke's hand, and the draining ceased immediately.
The entire event hadn't even lasted a full minute.
"You little bastard! What did you do to him?!" Jiraiya barked, fury exploding in his voice as he leapt to attack.
"Enough, Jiraiya!" Tsunade growled. She too had called Yusuke stingy earlier... but now she understood.
The blade was alive. Sentient. And absolutely not a tool that could be handled lightly.
Still, Yusuke didn't back down.
"How foolish," he said, his voice cold and sharp. Then he released Haoshoku Haki.
A crushing pressure exploded across the room.
"Let me make this clear," he continued. "I have every right not to show you my techniques. Sharing them is a favor. If Orochimaru died, it would've been his own fault. I warned you all beforehand."
His tone was merciless. Final.
"Don't think that just because you're the Sannin, you can push around the Hatake Clan. If you want to throw hands, go ahead. I, Hatake Yusuke, will take on all three of you... and I won't lose."
Murderous intent flooded the room.
Tsunade froze.
For a moment, Yusuke's imposing figure overlapped with someone else in her memories—someone who once stood before the Five Kage, proud and unshaken.
That man was Uchiha Madara.
"You—" Jiraiya tried to retort but bit his tongue. He realized he had stepped out of line.
"Shut it, Jiraiya," Tsunade snapped, clearly irritated.
"How is he?" Hiruzen asked.
"His chakra pathways are damaged, but more than that... his soul's been wounded. It'll affect his growth—maybe even permanently. I... I can't guarantee a full recovery," Tsunade replied grimly.
"Yusuke-kun... Do you have a way to heal him?" Hiruzen asked gently.
"I do," Yusuke said simply.
"Then please—help him!" Jiraiya pleaded.
"...Why should I?" Yusuke replied, voice turning icy.
"B-Because it was your sword that hurt him!"
"Wrong," Yusuke shot back. "He hurt himself. You think a ninja doesn't bear the risk of his own actions? I warned you. If he had died, it wouldn't have been my responsibility."
Jiraiya fell silent, shame washing over him.
"You have a condition, don't you?" Hiruzen asked at last.
"Yes. I want Kakashi to be granted the right to choose one forbidden jutsu from the Scroll of Seals. And I want a full copy of the scroll."
"...Very well," Hiruzen nodded. He's planned this from the beginning... All for his little brother. This child truly carries the Will of Fire.
"Enma. Release him."
A purple glow radiated from Enma, enveloping Orochimaru and restoring his energy. After a few seconds, his eyes fluttered open.
"Orochimaru! You alright?" Jiraiya rushed to his side.
"...Idiot. I'm fine," Orochimaru muttered. His pride refused to let him show gratitude—but in truth, his eyes were filled with relief.
"Thank you, Yusuke-kun."
"Why are you thanking him?!" Jiraiya exclaimed.
"Shut up," Hiruzen scolded, shaking his head.
"...That sword of yours—is it alive?" Orochimaru asked softly, still staring at Enma with unease.
He had nearly died because of it.
(Note: Though Orochimaru is Kage-class, he was unguarded when he activated the sword. His dark chakra aligned with Enma's hunger, triggering its auto-absorption function. Without Busoshoku Haki to resist it, the chakra—and soul—drain was inevitable. This is part of the internal logic of the story, not a sign of overpowered writing.)
"No," Yusuke replied. "But legendary blades have something like a soul. They choose their wielder. Anyone else who tries to force them... pays the price."
"...An incredible weapon," Hiruzen murmured.
"I don't even dare to wield it carelessly," Yusuke added. It wasn't false humility. Even he knew the blade demanded respect—and a toll.
"What about the last Haki type? Kenbunshoku Haki?" Tsunade asked, her curiosity outweighing her earlier frustration.
"Kenbunshoku Haki enhances perception. You can sense everything around you in detail."
"Isn't that just sensory ninjutsu?" Jiraiya said, unimpressed.
"It sounds similar, but mine goes deeper. I can feel the aura of others, detect hidden enemies beyond line of sight, even read their movements through the sound of their muscles and blood flow. With enough training, it can go even further."
"Further?" Hiruzen echoed.
"In the advanced stages, you can hear people's inner thoughts, communicate through awareness... and maybe even—catch glimpses of the future."
The room went dead silent.
Seeing the future...?
That was practically divine.
"...It sounds like an evolved version of Paper Art from the Six Styles," Hiruzen commented.
"You're not wrong," Yusuke nodded. Though technically, Paper Art was a simplified version of Kenbunshoku Haki.
"...Incredible technique," Hiruzen whispered in awe. At that moment, he felt unworthy to call himself the teacher of this generation.
"Wait... are the Six Styles your creation too?" the Sannin asked in unison, their eyes wide.
This boy...
...was not normal.
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