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Chapter 61 - Chapter 63

Boom!!!

Fire and Water collided violently.

The scorching flames evaporated the rushing torrent, birthing a thick white mist.

Jiraiya's eyes widened as the haze engulfed him.

He couldn't see clearly—but he could feel it. The presence pressing against him was terrifying.

And now… with the flicker of firelight, Jiraiya finally saw it—an immense Water Dragon surging straight at him from the darkness.

Launching a Water Style of that scale without a natural water source should have consumed a tremendous amount of chakra.

Yet this man… this man's jutsu was overwhelming.

Because—

My fire was smothered completely.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Explosions rang out, shaking the air. Sweat trickled down Jiraiya's cheek.

Not good!

Sensing imminent danger, Jiraiya snapped his head aside and instantly cut off his ninjutsu.

A high-pressure stream of water tore past him like a cannonball, slicing the air with a shrill hiss before crashing against the stone wall behind.

But it didn't stop there.

Seventeen more water bullets erupted in rapid succession, whistling through the mist like deadly projectiles.

Jiraiya darted and twisted with lightning speed, narrowly avoiding each strike.

But in the blur of motion—

A shadow crept up silently behind him.

A fist shot forward from a blind angle.

Thud!

The blow sank deep into Jiraiya's back. His eyes went bloodshot as his body was launched like a ragdoll.

Boom!

The impact spun him wildly through the air, like a kite whose string had been cut.

"Water Style: Severing Wave!"

A razor-thin jet of water curved sharply, glinting under faint firelight. It sliced across Jiraiya's airborne form—

Across his arms. His waist. His abdomen.

Three places.

Blood burst forth.

Scarlet drops spun in the air like crimson petals scattering from a blooming lotus.

The metallic tang of blood drifted through the enclosed space.

Jiraiya clenched his teeth, twisting desperately midair to control his landing.

His sandals hit the ground hard, knees bending under the force. Even so, inertia dragged him back nearly ten meters before he finally stopped.

His breathing was ragged. His head hung low, one hand pressing against his bleeding stomach.

Slowly, Jiraiya lifted his gaze. His bloodshot eyes glimmered with cold fury.

"...Cough!"

He spat a mouthful of blood, wiping it away with the back of his hand.

The flames flickering in the darkness illuminated his opponent.

Rustle…

Footsteps echoed softly.

Yuichi approached at an unhurried pace.

But he wasn't alone.

Beside him walked a Wood Style clone, their shadows stretching long across the broken ground, reaching all the way to Jiraiya's feet.

Yuichi's expression was unreadable. His dark eyes gleamed with quiet confidence.

Suppress with ninjutsu, force the target to dodge.

Close the distance with the perfect Body Flicker Technique.

Strike with monstrous strength.

That was Yuichi's battle plan against Jiraiya.

Crush with jutsu. Exploit the opening. Attack relentlessly.

And so far—it worked.

Even against a Sannin.

Yuichi's chakra was inexhaustible. His ninjutsu flawless. His Body Flicker had evolved to frightening heights.

He didn't even need Sage Mode.

With power like this, Yuichi already stood on the level of a Kage.

And his body… the body of a sage, was only beginning to awaken.

His chakra was immense. His resilience unmatched.

This fight was proof of his place in the world.

Meanwhile, Jiraiya's heart pounded with shock.

Unparalleled ninjutsu. Astonishing speed. Strikes that shatter bone. And Wood Style on top of that…

Who the hell is this kid?

Drip.

Blood slipped through his fingers, splattering on the stone floor.

Jiraiya glared across at Yuichi. "Who… are you?"

Yuichi's voice was cold. "Pointless question. You're just trying to stall."

Bang!

His heel struck the ground. Chakra surged from his soles, blasting out in a wide fan-shaped shockwave. The earth within five meters shattered, splintering into rubble.

And Yuichi vanished.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Jiraiya, fist cocked back. The air trembled around it, pressure shrieking as the blow came down.

Bang!

The strike missed by inches, but the air pressure alone detonated like a cannon shot.

Jiraiya rolled across the ground to escape—

But the Wood Style clone was already airborne, descending in a vicious kick.

Boom!!!

The impact shook the ground as Jiraiya was slammed into the dirt. Dust and stone erupted around his battered form.

He scrambled up, disheveled, spitting dust from his mouth.

"Fire Style: Great Fireball!"

Roaring flames surged forward, devouring the air.

But Yuichi and his clone barely moved. The fireball shot harmlessly past, scorching the ground behind them.

The Wood Style clone sneered. "Dizzy already? You can't even aim straight?"

Yuichi only smiled faintly, shaking his head. "So curious to see my face?"

The fireball hadn't been meant to strike.

It was meant to illuminate.

And in the instant the firelight revealed Yuichi's features—

Jiraiya's heart lurched.

A boy. So young.

And on his forehead—

…the symbol of Konoha.

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