The third elder was clearly more steady. Though he was just as shaken, he turned calmly to the brown-haired elder and asked, "Can you identify who it is, or at least locate their exact position?"
"No." The brown-haired elder frowned and shook his head. "The weather in Ninja World is terrible. It's interfering with my observation."
He paused, then closed his eyes again, his face gradually turning pale. After a moment, he snapped his eyes open and said in a low voice, "Land of Fire! The general area is near Land of Fire!"
"Those cursed shinobi again!" Toneri's father snarled, veins bulging on his forehead. "Stealing the Gedo Statue wasn't enough, and now they dare reach for the Tenseigan as well. Unforgivable!"
This giant Tenseigan had been prepared for Toneri. Countless clan members had sacrificed their lives, and the Dojutsu Power of countless pairs of Byakugan had been gathered to form this supreme sacred object. There was no way the demons of Ninja World could be allowed to touch it.
If he ever learned who had dared to do this, he would make sure that person died without a trace. He raised his head sharply and said in a deep voice, "Quickly. Set up the seal and cut off the Tenseigan from the outside world."
The other two elders exchanged a look and nodded as if making a final decision. All three sat cross-legged and closed their eyes.
"Seal!" they shouted together.
Their Chakra was drained away in an instant. Their faces turned deathly pale and withered as flesh and spirit were squeezed dry, and only then did the trembling Tenseigan slowly begin to calm.
kacha.
Toneri Otsutsuki sat quietly in his room, unaware of how much time had passed, when he heard the door open softly. This time, his father's breathing was harsh and ragged, like a broken bellows, carrying an air of extreme decay.
"Father…" Toneri called out softly without thinking.
"Cough, cough." A rough, heavily wrinkled hand rested on his head as a hoarse voice said, "Toneri, you have always wanted to go to Ninja World and see it with your own eyes, haven't you?"
Hearing this, Toneri Otsutsuki immediately pushed aside the doubts in his heart and blurted out, "Can I, Father?"
Toneri's father fell silent. He thought of the two clan members who had died, of his own body that was steadily drying up, of Toneri's lonely future, and of the demons of Ninja World.
Hatred flashed in his eyes, and at last he slowly nodded. "You can."
"Prepare yourself. In a few days, I will take you to Ninja World."
"I will let you see the ugliness and sins of the shinobi with your own eyes."
Boom!
Heavy rain poured down as thunder exploded across the sky. Including Troy, everyone stared at the split flames in the distance and the figure walking out of them, cold sweat slowly forming on their foreheads. What kind of Ninjutsu was that, or was it some unknown Kekkei Genkai?
At the same time, Yunchuan Hyuga in the distance raised his hand, blue Chakra surging out to wrap around his body like a robe fluttering in the wind. A gentle force lifted him up, and he slowly floated into the air. His posture was calm, as if the rain and thunder did not exist.
Soon after, two black beads of condensed Chakra formed and began to circle around Yunchuan Hyuga's wrists. The "beads" formed by Tenseigan were not Truth-Seeking Orbs that could only be used after merging with the Ten-Tails, but functioned more like the Black Rods of the Rinnegan. When Yunchuan Hyuga tried to form a third bead, the already faint connection was suddenly cut off.
He lost his perception of the Tenseigan on the moon and could no longer draw Dojutsu Power from it. His blue eyes remained steady as he thought that the reaction was fast, which meant the Otsutsuki Clan on the moon were not all dead yet. If the current Toneri Otsutsuki was only three or four years old like Naruto Uzumaki, it would be impossible for him alone to cut the link so quickly.
That meant the chance to borrow the power of that Tenseigan was only once. Realizing this, Yunchuan Hyuga suppressed his greed and the tremor in his heart, then looked toward the dozens of unfamiliar presences in the distance. He thought that they had finally arrived and that the remaining Dojutsu Power would be enough to finish this performance.
Buzz, buzz!
A sharp hum cut through the rain and wind as giant Shuriken spun through the air. Eight massive Shuriken twisted forward, tearing toward Yunchuan Hyuga in a rotating kill. The attack was fast and ruthless.
"Magnet Release·Twin Wasp Blades!"
Brilliant sparks exploded in front of him, flashing through the dark and rainy night as dozens of clashes happened in just a few seconds. This was the struggle of a trapped beast. Troy had truly gone mad, ignoring Chakra consumption and attacking with everything he had.
He even stepped forward himself, his bloodied face twisted into something savage. Even "Shinra Tensei" was not without limits, as the user also had to bear part of the backlash. Like when Tendo Pain used it against an enraged Naruto Uzumaki and was thrown back by an unmovable target, Yunchuan Hyuga now felt a heavy counterforce pressing down on him.
"A Magnet Release user, Troy?"
Yunchuan Hyuga thrust his hand forward, and dull booming sounds followed as the circling Shuriken were blown away by repulsive force. When Troy tried to control them again, he suddenly saw Yunchuan Hyuga vanish from the air. The target disappeared from his sight.
"Above!"
Tangdong Akimichi's hoarse shout came from behind, and Troy instinctively looked up. Before he could react, an overwhelming force slammed down from the front. The impact came without warning.
Boom!
Troy was pressed down as if by an iron wall, forced to his knees as a chilling crack sounded from them. Rain slid off a hood as Yunchuan Hyuga looked down at Troy's Forehead Protector, his shining eyes brighter than the moon in the night sky. He asked in a low, hoarse voice whether Ninshu still existed.
Kneeling in the mud, Troy felt only humiliation, anger, and fear under that gaze from above. When he still did not answer, Yunchuan Hyuga spoke again with the same flat calm. The pressure increased.
Crack, crack!
Amid a series of sickening bone-breaking sounds, Troy collapsed onto all fours and screamed. He hurriedly shouted that it was gone, that Ninshu was only a legend. His voice shook as the words spilled out.
"A legend?" Yunchuan Hyuga murmured to himself, questioning how shinobi could still exist while the Ninshu founded by Otsutsuki Hagoromo had vanished. The meaning of those words hit Troy like lightning. His pupils trembled as he struggled to look up at the figure above him.
In the storm, that figure stood like a jagged black cliff, unmoved by any crashing wave. Troy's pride as a Kekkei Genkai ninja looked laughable before this monster, like a small fish striking rock and finding only despair. His fangs and claws meant nothing.
As if sensing something, Yunchuan Hyuga looked toward the distance. While he dealt with Troy, the people of Konoha had fled together. It was a very rational choice.
Floating in midair, Yunchuan Hyuga did not pursue them and instead turned toward a rustling forest on the other side. Heavy footsteps broke through the night as dozens of muscular men rushed out. Shouts rang out when they saw Troy.