Izawa Yūki stared in terror at the magma giant fist right before him. The puppet techniques he was so proud of were as fragile as an infant in the face of this natural disaster-like power.
Behind him, the Sand ninjas had gone deathly pale. Faced with such overwhelming force, they had completely abandoned any thought of resistance.
Gurgle… hiss…
The magma fist churned violently, as if something was about to emerge.
A crack split open at the center of the massive hand, and a crimson figure stepped out from within.
Izawa Yūki looked at that terrifying figure—his entire body composed of seething crimson magma. When those cold eyes locked onto him, Izawa Yūki felt as though he were facing a demon god from the depths of hell.
I actually said I would kill something like this… what an idiot I was…
He mocked himself inwardly, realizing just how insignificant he was. This monster before him was no different from a natural disaster—like Sunagakure's One-Tail, Shukaku!
Behind him, the Sand ninjas were already frozen in place, drenched in cold sweat, not daring to move a single inch.
Yoru glanced at the terrified Sand ninjas.
Sizzle!
"Magma Style—Flame Pillar!"
A terrifying eruption of magma burst from beneath the ground!
Boom!
With a deafening roar, everything was reduced to ash!
Towering crimson magma pillars shot into the sky, engulfing every Sand ninja except Izawa Yūki. There were no screams, no pleas for mercy—only the violent roar of magma.
At their peak, the pillars shattered into countless molten fragments, exploding across the sky like the most beautiful—and deadly—fireworks.
A single fragment struck Izawa Yūki's back.
Pain!
Blinding, searing pain!
His skin was instantly burned away, leaving raw flesh exposed. The intense heat cauterized the wounds, sealing them in agony. He clenched his teeth, not daring to make a sound, afraid of provoking the monster before him.
Sizzle!
Yoru dismissed his elemental form, returning to his human shape. Looking at the utterly broken Izawa Yūki, he smiled faintly.
Izawa Yūki felt as if two molten suns burned within Yoru's eyes, dragging his consciousness into an endless abyss.
Genjutsu—Inferno!
When Izawa Yūki regained awareness, he found himself in a blood-red world.
He looked around in confusion.
The sky itself was dyed crimson.
Then—
A terrifying heat surged from below.
He looked down.
A vast ocean of magma stretched endlessly beneath him.
"W-Where is this?!" he screamed.
"Welcome to my domain—Inferno."
Yoru floated in the air, arms spread, calmly introducing the place.
"Inferno…?"
Izawa Yūki stared at the magma sea in horror. The name was all too fitting—this was a true hell.
"Now then… hand over Chiyo's poison."
Yoru smiled gently.
That smile made Izawa Yūki's blood run cold.
"I—I don't have it!" he stammered. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
Despite his stupidity, he was still a Sand ninja. He wouldn't betray his village so easily.
"Oh?"
A hint of interest flickered in Yoru's eyes.
Let's see how long you last.
"Then… enjoy yourself."
Yoru laughed.
"No—!"
Izawa Yūki suddenly lost all support beneath him and plummeted into the magma sea.
Splash!
"AAAAAAAH—!"
His lower body sank into the molten hell.
Pain!
Unimaginable pain!
The magma assaulted every nerve in his body. He wanted to faint—anything to escape the torment.
But this was Yoru's Inferno.
His senses were amplified to their limit.
Every ounce of pain—
Was crystal clear.
Slowly, his flesh began to melt. His bones dissolved into the magma.
"Kill me! Just kill me!" he screamed in agony.
"Tell me where the poison is," Yoru said calmly from above. "And I'll grant you release."
"I… don't… know!" Izawa Yūki forced the words out through clenched teeth.
Yoru's gaze turned cold.
"Still stubborn?"
Sizzle!
Izawa Yūki sank deeper.
This time—
The magma reached his neck.
Only his head remained above the surface.
His internal organs were being devoured. The magma seemed alive—burning, chewing, consuming.
The pain was beyond comprehension.
His vocal cords had already been burned away. He opened his mouth, but only blood spilled out.
Bit by bit—
His body was reduced to nothing.
Only his head remained.
Yet somehow—
He was still alive.
Time lost all meaning.
At last—
Izawa Yūki fainted.
Yoru watched the trembling, pale figure and smiled faintly.
He had deliberately allowed him to lose consciousness. Any further, and his mind would shatter completely.
Earlier, Yoru had already searched Izawa Yūki's ninja pouch—there was no poison.
The puppets had been completely destroyed.
The only remaining possibility—
Was the sealing scrolls.
But each scroll required a unique unlocking method. Forcing them open would destroy their contents.
So—
Yoru chose torture.
Using Inferno—
To force the truth out.
Splash!
He poured a pot of water over Izawa Yūki's face.
The man jolted awake.
The moment he saw Yoru—
Terror flooded his eyes beyond measure.
"P-Please… spare me…" he begged weakly, completely broken.
"Hand over Chiyo's poison," Yoru said coldly, "or I'll send you back into Inferno."
At the thought of that endless torment—
Izawa Yūki broke.
He nodded frantically.
Struggling to his feet, he grabbed a sealing scroll and used the last of his strength to form a hand seal.
Poof!
A transparent bottle appeared before Yoru.
Inside—
A faint purple liquid.
The color of death.
Yoru picked it up and compared it with the sample Tsunade had given him.
It matched.
This—
Was Chiyo's poison.
Boom!
A pillar of magma engulfed Izawa Yūki.
But on his face—
There was relief.
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