The Akashō Sword!
In Yoru's hands was a massive two-handed greatsword, forged entirely from dark crimson magma. Flames danced along its blade, and the terrifying heat warped the surrounding air.
A closer look revealed that the sword's surface seemed to contain countless molten pools—constantly boiling, bursting, and generating overwhelming destructive energy.
"Damn it… what a terrifying kekkei genkai!"
As Kawano Ippei charged forward, his heart shook with disbelief. The sheer power and unpredictable nature of Yoru's magma abilities were beyond anything he had imagined.
Clang! Clang!
A flaming crimson blade clashed against a sea-blue sword wrapped in chakra.
Each collision sent shockwaves rippling outward, cracking the ground like a spreading spiderweb.
"Your sword isn't very impressive," Yoru mocked as he swung down relentlessly.
"Careful—I might just break it."
"Damn you!"
Kawano Ippei gritted his teeth so hard they nearly shattered.
He could clearly feel it—Yoru's raw strength wasn't greater than his own. But that bizarre magma blade burned and eroded the chakra coating his sword, forcing him to continuously pour more chakra into it.
Worse, the blade itself felt like it was constantly on the verge of exploding, draining his stamina rapidly.
Despite having superior strength and swordsmanship, he was being completely suppressed.
Clang! Clang!
After another exchange, Kawano Ippei's arm began to tremble. His chakra reserves were running low.
Meanwhile, Yoru was only slightly out of breath—his condition far better.
Monster!
Kawano Ippei cursed inwardly. After unleashing such overwhelming power, Yoru still had this much strength left? It felt like his entire life of training had been meaningless.
And in that brief moment of distraction—
"You dare lose focus while fighting me?"
Yoru's mocking voice rang out.
His left fist suddenly turned into a transparent dark crimson—beautiful, yet deadly.
"Meigou!"
Boom!
His fist slammed forward.
Puff!
"AAAAH!"
Kawano Ippei barely twisted his body in time—but his entire right arm was obliterated.
The searing magma reduced it to ash instantly.
Clutching the wound with his left hand, Kawano Ippei staggered back, retreating quickly.
Yoru didn't pursue.
He stood calmly, holding the Akashō Sword in one hand.
"Huff… huff…"
Kawano Ippei gasped heavily, the pain from his severed shoulder nearly driving him insane.
His eyes burned with hatred.
Even if he survived, losing his dominant arm meant he was finished.
Still… the fear of death overpowered everything.
"I'll avenge this… one day!"
Just as he prepared to call his subordinates for retreat—
"AHH! AHH!"
Familiar screams echoed in his ears.
His pupils shrank.
Of the fourteen subordinates he brought, only two Jonin and three Special Jonin remained—and even they were barely holding on against the Flame Demons.
At this rate, they wouldn't last long.
Shave!
Whoosh!
Yoru vanished and appeared right in front of Kawano Ippei.
Before he could react—
Slash!
The sword fell.
Puff!
The moment the Akashō Sword touched his neck, explosive force erupted.
Kawano Ippei's head was instantly reduced to ash.
On the other side, the battle reached its conclusion.
The five Flame Demons erupted in a final burst of power—
Tearing four enemies into pieces.
Before their bodies even hit the ground, the intense heat incinerated them completely.
Only one Rain ninja remained.
He collapsed to the ground, trembling, screaming incoherently.
Step. Step.
Yoru walked forward slowly.
The five Flame Demons parted like loyal guards, welcoming their king.
"P-please, my lord!"
The Rain ninja crawled forward and knelt desperately.
"Spare me! I don't want to die!"
"Pathetic."
Disgust flashed in Yoru's eyes.
He kicked the man to the ground.
The ninja scrambled back to his knees, too terrified to even cry out properly.
"Shut up," Yoru said coldly.
"Make another sound and I'll let you bathe in magma."
The man instantly covered his mouth, trembling violently.
"Go back and tell Hanzo."
Yoru stood amidst the five Flame Demons like the ruler of hell itself.
"To avoid turning the Land of Rain into a true inferno… surrender to Konoha as soon as possible."
After this battle—
Yoru became famous in a single fight.
His information spread across the ninja world at lightning speed.
At just nine years old:
He had slain one elite Jonin, six Jonin, over a dozen Special Jonin, and countless Chunin and below.
The entire ninja world was shaken.
Fear began to grow.
No one could imagine where this monstrous prodigy's limits lay.
When the news reached the leader of the Rain Village—Hanzo—he flew into a rage.
A kill order was issued.
Yoru must die.
Meanwhile—
Both the Hidden Stone Village and Hidden Sand Village began reacting to the news.
And when the information returned to Konoha—
The entire village was shaken.
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