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“Are they scared?” Kushina asked, noticing the Iwa Shinobi backing away nervously.
“Probably. They’re so pathetic.” Shin scoffed. He had only used a few Jutsu, and they were already scared. He wondered what would happen if he used the Perfect Susanoo.
“They’re not attacking. Let’s take the initiative.”
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Shin drew his Kusanagi sword and used the Body Flicker Jutsu to approach the Iwa Shinobi. Within moments, he was among them.
“Kill him!”
An Iwa Jōnin charged at Shin.
“Gale Slash!”
Shin enhanced his sword with Wind Release Chakra and slashed at the Jōnin.
The attack was swift, precise, and deadly.
The Jōnin was killed instantly, and a wind blade shot out from the sword, killing another Iwa Shinobi.
Shin, wielding his Kusanagi sword, was like a grim reaper on the battlefield. No one could withstand a single blow from him.
Whether they were Genin, Chunin, or Jōnin, they were all equally weak in his eyes.
“Damn it!”
Ōnoki coughed up blood, his anger reaching its peak.
“Tsuchikage-sama, are you alright?”
His son, Kitsuchi, rushed to his side.
“I’m fine.”
Ōnoki coughed again. Shin’s kick had broken two of his ribs. But he could endure the pain.
He was still in his prime, not the frail old man he would become in the future.
“Kitsuchi, don’t go over there,” Ōnoki said to his son.
He didn’t want Kitsuchi to get hurt. Shin was slaughtering their Shinobi. Even though Kitsuchi was talented and strong, he would be no match for Shin.
Ōnoki had seen Shin kill an Iwa elite Jōnin in two moves.
He wouldn’t let his son die.
“Tsuchikage-sama, as a Shinobi of Iwagakure, I cannot stand by and watch my comrades die!” Kitsuchi said resolutely.
“Shut up and obey me! Order the others to retreat! Leave this to me and Rōshi!” Ōnoki roared.
Kitsuchi could only obey.
Ōnoki sighed. His son was talented, but he lacked the decisiveness of a leader.
Kitsuchi relayed his orders, and the Iwa Shinobi, terrified of Shin, retreated quickly.
Shin stood alone, surrounded by dozens of corpses. Blood flowed like a stream.
“Uzumaki Shin!”
Ōnoki roared, his eyes bloodshot. Shin had killed over a hundred Iwa Shinobi in a matter of minutes.
And among the dead were Jōnin and elite Jōnin, valuable assets.
“Why are you shouting? I’m not deaf.”
Shin looked at Ōnoki, who was standing beside Rōshi, the Four-Tails Jinchūriki.
Rōshi was stubborn and didn’t get along with Ōnoki. They were both hard-headed.
But this was a war. For the sake of Iwagakure, Rōshi had temporarily submitted to Ōnoki’s authority.
“Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!”
Ōnoki unleashed his ultimate Jutsu, Dust Release, a Kekkei Tōta that combined Earth, Wind, and Fire Release.
It was a Jutsu developed by the Second Tsuchikage, Mū, and passed down to Ōnoki. It could disintegrate anything into atoms.
Dust Release was undeniably powerful, but its Chakra cost was immense.
Ōnoki felt his Chakra deplete. That single attack had used a third of his reserves.
A cube-shaped barrier shot towards Shin. Anything caught within it would be disintegrated.
This attack ignored defenses. Even the Third Raikage would be turned to dust.
“Tenmomei.”
Shin activated his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan and used his right eye’s ability, rewinding time. The cube-shaped barrier reversed its trajectory and vanished.
The Detachment of the Primitive World Technique had been rewound to before it was even cast, but Ōnoki’s Chakra wasn’t restored.
Shin’s Tenmomei had only affected the Jutsu, not Ōnoki himself.
Theoretically, if the Jutsu was rewound to before it was cast, the Chakra used should also be restored.
But when it came to time manipulation, things were complicated. Shin didn’t fully understand it yet.
When he used Tenmomei to rewind a Jutsu, the Chakra cost wasn’t refunded. It was consumed.
Shin didn’t know why.
Ōnoki’s eyes widened. His Dust Release had vanished. It hadn’t had any effect. He wondered if there was something wrong with his Jutsu.
“Ōnoki, your Dust Release is useless,” Shin said with a smirk, enjoying Ōnoki’s dumbfounded expression.
“You did this?” Ōnoki scowled. He was certain there was nothing wrong with his Jutsu. Shin must have done something.
“Against these eyes, all Jutsu are useless,” Shin said calmly.
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