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"Oh dear, oh dear."
"What an unimaginable monster."
Looking from afar at the scene in the center of the battlefield, the pitch-black figure, with his dark yellow eyes, sighed in awe.
He was merely an ordinary human who had inherited a portion of the Ōtsutsuki Clan's bloodline.
Yet, he could inexplicably unleash such terrifying power.
"With this level of Taijutsu, even if Madara were here, he wouldn't be able to suppress him in a short time, would he?"
Although a smile still hung on his black face, anyone familiar with Black Zetsu's habits could probably tell how worried he was at that moment.
A full thousand years, and finally, after such a long wait, a pair of immense anomalies like Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara appeared in the Ninja World.
Just when that plan was about to be completed, Such an unconstrained disruptor suddenly appeared on the land.
"This won't do."
Black Zetsu murmured, turning his head to look at the mountains not far away.
His figure quickly submerged underground.
"Magnet Release: Gold Dust Imperial Funeral!"
Rasa raised his hands high, his figure like a swimming fish, constantly shuttling through the surging golden waves, supported by the gold dust.
At the same time, the entire ground, under the resonance of Magnet Release, Solve fine gold specks, mixed with a large amount of sand, and supported by a massive amount of Chakra, covered the entire ground within several hundred meters.
However, even so, Within his Perception, that figure was still breaking through the golden sand waves blocking his path at an incredibly fast speed, charging straight towards him.
"Buzz—"
Cutting through waves.
However, the constantly flying and flowing gold dust still somewhat delayed his steps.
Even if the infinite space blocked all the gold dust that was about to touch Sawara Kiri, as learned in middle school physics, the denser the propagation medium, the slower the propagation speed of waves and particles—the greater the resistance Sawara Kiri faced in his movements, naturally.
Although, this delayed moment was still too brief to grasp.
"Scorch Release: Extremely Steaming Murder!"
Pakura, who had been lying in wait, watching Sawara Kiri kill all her companions with almost indifferent eyes, finally launched her first attack.
The accumulated Scorch Release Chakra burst forth, forming dozens of Scorch Release fireballs that shot out like lightning, unleashed with full power.
All of them pointed towards Sawara Kiri's direct path ahead.
However, facing these extremely hot steam masses that could turn a person into a dried corpse just by contact, Sawara Kiri charged straight into them like a wild bull, without hesitation.
Under the defense constructed by 'Infinite Space,' 'touching his body' itself was a false proposition.
However, this brief interference still made Sawara Kiri feel some obstruction.
His pair of azure 'Six Eyes' swept coldly in her direction like a blade.
In an instant, Pakura lost sight of him.
"Whoosh—!"
The air shrieked like cicadas.
In that brief moment, Pakura only had time to assume a backward roll to dodge.
A hand blade cut through the air.
"Bang!"
Scattered puppet parts flew in mid-air.
Pakura, knocked flying by the puppet, rolled and slid to one side.
A moment later, a gold dust shield protected half her body, blocking the slightly spreading aftermath.
However, her face was still somewhat pale.
On her fair shoulder, there was a bloodstain as if cut by a blade.
If the puppet's action had been even a moment slower, this blow would have been enough to split half her body open.
In the distance, Monzaemon's body stood there, looking at Sawara Kiri with wary eyes.
'This is no longer an ordinary Konoha Ninja.'
'Even the former God of Shinobi and That Person, the Ninja World's Asura, at this age, never had such dominance, did they?'
Precisely because he was old enough and had witnessed enough strong individuals in his life, Monzaemon had a sufficiently clear judgment on the level of talent of this young Konoha Ninja before him.
If Konoha were to produce another strong individual like the God of Shinobi now...
Just thinking of that scene made Monzaemon's heart shiver.
Besides this, he also harbored some personal feelings.
Both Rasa and Pakura were the most outstanding young generation Ninja in Sunagakure currently.
If nothing went wrong, the future Sunagakure would be shouldered by the two of them, along with Karura and Chiyo's child.
If they died here, Monzaemon would be a sinner to the entire Village.
At this moment, he made a decision in his heart.
"Rasa!"
Monzaemon stood in place, forming a hand seal.
He stared directly in Rasa's direction, his hoarse voice, with an unprecedentedly firm tone, rang out in Rasa's puppet headset.
"Trap him!"
"By any means necessary."
"Just a little bit of time will do."
Rasa was startled by the words, turning his head to look in Monzaemon's direction.
Almost the moment he saw the old man form a hand seal, he seemed to understand immediately.
"...Yes!"
The moment his voice fell, several puppets around him immediately scattered in all directions, forming a huge circle around them.
Monzaemon clasped his hands together.
At the same time, all the puppets mimicked his posture, clasping their hands together.
At this moment, even with Sawara Kiri's agitated and unclear mind, he could realize the opponent's attack intention.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately rushed towards Monzaemon's main body and punched down fiercely.
With a crash, parts scattered.
But the actions of the other puppets remained unchanged.
Sawara Kiri's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to charge wildly towards the surrounding puppets.
However, Rasa's figure, at some unknown point, had soared into the sky on a cloud of gold dust, and he roared down at Sawara Kiri on the ground:
"Look over here! You monster!"
He formed hand seals, driving the gold dust layer on the ground with all his might.
"Magnet Release: Gold Dust Grand Boundary!"
The gold dust layer beneath Sawara Kiri's feet immediately surged up like a torrent, continuously swirling and rippling in all directions, eventually forming a gold dust space encompassing several hundred meters around, with sharp, spear-like thorns pointing outwards, seemingly ready to shoot out at any moment.
Rasa, at all costs, frantically consumed his vitality and mental energy, continuously generating a massive amount of Chakra.
This next technique was one he had learned from his teacher, specifically used to seal Shukaku.
He had never used it before due to insufficient Chakra, but at a time like this, even if it meant death, he couldn't afford to hesitate.
"Snap!"
Rasa stood in the sky, his hands clasped together.
Vigorous Chakra continuously spread outwards from his body, and the surrounding fine gold dust began to float and vibrate around his body.
Until finally, he roared aloud:
"Magnet Release!"
"Desert Layer Imperial Funeral Sealing!"
His hair and the whites of his eyes gradually turned blood red.
The surging gold dust on the ground rushed towards the center at a faster speed than before, as if to completely cover the entire space above Sawara Kiri's head.
But, it was still not enough.
"Technique Reversal..."
"Blue!"
Almost the instant the voice fell, a dazzling azure light, like starlight, suddenly bloomed at the very center of the gold dust seal.
Rasa's heart couldn't help but tremble, and his Chakra output, which had already reached its limit, actually broke through by another ten percent on top of that.
However, no matter how he strengthened the seal, The gold dust, which should have flowed continuously, seemed to be bound by some infinite singularity, completely unable to move.
Until finally, the azure light blooming from the gold dust layer became even more dazzling.
No matter how much gold dust gathered, it was all absorbed and melted by that azure point, like a true black hole, rushing straight towards the sky.
"Buzz—!"
Rasa immediately maneuvered the sand cushion beneath his feet, narrowly dodging the attack that shot straight into the sky.
However, the next second, An extreme sense of danger almost completely swallowed him whole.
"Boom!"
A vacuum tunnel, spanning the sky from bottom to top, was like a diagonal line connecting heaven and earth.
In just an instant, Sawara Kiri's figure crashed fiercely into the sand pile.
Suddenly, gold dust scattered.
'Twelve seconds.'
Rasa's body tumbled in mid-air, spitting out fresh blood, his three layers of gold dust armor completely disintegrated, and his chest and abdomen were heavily caved in as if struck by a heavy hammer.
However, a difficult smile appeared on his face.
The plan had succeeded.
The sand scattered in mid-air completely surrounded Sawara Kiri.
If one looked very closely, one could see that the surface of these sand grains seemed to be imprinted with a thin layer of Sealing Technique patterns.
That was a super-wide-range Sealing Technique that Sunagakure had developed by imitating and summarizing from Shukaku's body, to deal with Shukaku.
Being able to seal a Shukaku of such immense size into a tiny teapot, this Sealing Technique naturally possessed spatial properties.
As soon as Monzaemon made that decision, Rasa was prepared to use himself as bait to lure this Konoha monster into the seal.
Even if the cost was his own death.
"Seal!"
The moment the voice fell, The entire area, centered on the Gold Dust Boundary Method, suddenly transformed into a collapse point.
Sawara Kiri, marked as the primary target, was suddenly enveloped within it, swallowed by an entire gigantic pyramid of gold.
Almost at the same moment, In the distance, at the very center of the mountain barrier, placed on a sealing platform and connected to countless lines and Sealing Technique, the 'brain' suddenly erupted with a strong Chakra reaction.
The members of the Sealing Squad guarding around were all flustered at the sight.
"What's happening?"
"Is the Chakra infinite magnification technique having problems?"
"What exactly is Monzaemon-sama doing…?"
"Quiet."
However, their voices were quickly interrupted by another old man.
He quietly looked at the brain on the sealing platform and said calmly:
"Just watch carefully."
"This is Monzaemon-sama's final act…"
The Chikamatsu Collection of Ten Puppets surrounding the Desert Layer Imperial Funeral Sealing still maintained their hands-clasped-together posture.
Their number had dwindled to only four.
Monzaemon, through the puppets' eyes, quietly gazed at the young man sealed beneath the sand pyramid, his gaze peaceful.
Unlike other Ninja Villages, The Sunagakure Ninja, who had lived for generations in the Land of Wind's desert, always faced their greatest disaster: the rampaging Shukaku.
That was a monster that was almost omnipotent as long as it stood in the desert.
In the distant past, before Magnet Release and Jinchuriki appeared, the people of the Land of Wind had only one way to defeat it.
Sealing.
A seal constructed by requiring the Funeral to sacrifice all their life and soul.
Monzaemon maintained his hands-clasped-together posture, facing this scene like a natural disaster, and chanted a Buddhist verse:
"May this merit, adorn the Buddha's Pure Land."
"Repay the fourfold grace above, and relieve the suffering of the three lower realms below."
The four puppets looked at the pyramid before them, their voices growing more peaceful:
"Uproot all karmic obstacles."
"And attain rebirth in the Pure Land."
"..."
"—Hara Tsuchi Rebirth Karma Obstacle Imperial Funeral Sealing!"
The moment his voice fell, In the distance, the brain on the magnification sealing platform suddenly began to wither.
The four puppet bodies standing in place, however, suddenly erupted with an intense Chakra reaction at this moment.
Several pitch-black Sealing Technique patterns spread directly towards the sand pyramid.
Attaching, climbing, obscuring, covering.
Until finally, compressing inwards.
Turning into a single point.
"Whoosh—"
The puppet bodies of the Chikamatsu Collection of Ten Puppets all fell to the ground, shattering into scattered parts.
Rasa, whose chest and abdomen were largely caved in, lay on the soft sand, looking at this scene from afar, his expression one of shock, yet also a sliver of relief at having survived a disaster.
However, when his gaze swept over the puppet bodies lying on the ground, a hint of sorrow couldn't help but rise within him.
"Pfft."
Rasa lay on the ground, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to support himself, his expression a mix of sorrow and lament.
"Finally... finally..."
"Did we get him?"
From the start of the battle until now, it had only been a blink of an eye.
But Rasa felt as if he had experienced all the hardships of his life.
However, in the end, they had won.
Thinking of that astonishingly talented Konoha youngster, and then of the sacrifices of so many people, as well as his own severe injuries, Rasa couldn't help but grin, letting out a somewhat hollow sound:
"Hahahaha..."
However, just as he was chuckling, a faint auditory hallucination suddenly arose in his ears.
In the center of the Buried alive Sealing Technique, which had already completely condensed into a tiny black dot, some kind of sound seemed to emerge.
Sawara Kiri stood calmly at the center of the seal.
The space around him and the space formed by the seal pressed against each other, creating layers of vibrating patterns on the surface of his body.
If it were in a normal state, he probably would have been held down for a period of time, right?
However, if it was now...
It's still not enough.
Sawara Kiri raised his head, and a startling light suddenly burst forth from the depths of his azure 'Six Eyes.' He raised his arm, pointing forward:
"Technique Reversal..."
"Gah?"
The moment he heard this sound, Rasa suddenly raised his head forward, looking in astonishment into the depths of the seal.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
That was a powerful seal that even Shukaku's main body couldn't shake, one that would at least keep someone trapped for three years or more.
Moreover, moreover, any living being with a Chakra reaction that was sealed inside should inevitably fall into a deep sleep!
How could this be...?
However, things often went against wishes.
"Red."
In an instant, a point of red light burst forth from the depths of the seal.
It suddenly broke through this barrier, composed of two layers of seals, with an unstoppable force, distorting the space in front of it.
Whether it was the deep and solid gold dust layer, or the sealing incantations etched on the surface of this desert layer, sacrificed with human lives, they were as fragile as paper before this red glow constructed by infinite repulsion.
All of them distorted.
And continuously extended into the distance.
"Bang—!!!"
Rasa remained kneeling there, his eyes wide with shock.
His entire right side of the body, at this moment, turned into a bloody mess.
He fell to the ground with a thud.
Sawara Kiri slowly walked out from the depths of the pyramid, his eyes bloodshot, steam rising from his head like mist, and his entire body looked as if it had just been soaked in water, covered in sweat.
"Huff... huff..."
His chest heaved continuously, and he gasped for breath, the light in his eyes vaguely dimmed, and even his eyelashes were beaded with water.
However, the timing was just right.
'Seventeen seconds.'
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