"It's just gold sand, isn't it? Let's see if I can chop your gold sand into powder."
Wielding the Sword of the Thunder God, Gekko Chizan suddenly felt like he could do it again.
After all, this was the Sword of the Thunder God!
Facing the sharp spikes of gold sand rushing toward him, Gekko Chizan swung his blade down, shattering them into dust.
Feeling the energy of the Sword of the Thunder God, Gekko Chizan's whole body seemed to soar.
"Urokohane! Charge!"
"I'm going to cut him down!"
Urokohane didn't know why this brat suddenly got so fired up.
But since the enemy was right in front of them, she had no reason to hold back.
The massive snake body surged forward toward Rasa, blotting out the sky like a shadow.
The heavens were completely covered by gold sand and the giant serpent.
On the battlefield below, dozens of Konoha jōnin were venting their fury upon Shukaku.
Wind, Fire, and Lightning release ninjutsu erupted endlessly.
Don't ask why there was no Water—this was Shukaku they were facing! Who dared pour water in front of the desert? Unless they thought they'd lived long enough already?
"Heh, you damn mudfish!"
"Think you can run? Desert Funeral!"
The entire area had already been turned into desert by Shukaku.
Even Manda found it difficult to move through this desert.
After all, the sand was all controlled by Shukaku's chakra. As Shukaku slapped his hands against the ground, a terrifying pressure exploded outward.
Manda felt his whole body constricted. The sand around him began to converge, pressing down hard until his body was buried beneath the dunes.
"Not good!"
"Damn tanuki!"
The pressure grew heavier and heavier. Manda's pupils shrank, and he instantly activated his innate ability—shedding his skin!
He burrowed into the ground, slipping away from the area of greatest pressure.
Shukaku immediately realized something was wrong—the feel of the sand compressing wasn't right.
"Tch, ran again, did you?"
"As expected of a slippery mudfish!"
Though Manda retreated, the Konoha jōnin still fought fiercely.
"Fire Style! Majestic Dragon Fire Technique!"
Fugaku seized the chance, his hands weaving rapid hand seals until they blurred.
A B-rank Fire Style erupted from his mouth—a giant fire dragon, massive in size and blazing hot.
"Fugaku, I'll help you!"
"Vacuum Sword! Net Cast!"
Shirakumo slashed his blade, releasing sword aura fused with Wind Style. A giant net instantly spread forth.
With wind aiding fire, the fire dragon was amplified once more.
The other jōnin unleashed their attacks on Shukaku without restraint.
"Heh! Little ants!"
"You dare attack me? I'll bury you all in the desert!"
Faced with the massive fire dragon and countless jutsu, Shukaku didn't even flinch.
In his eyes, this level of jutsu couldn't possibly shake him.
He raised his right hand, his arm dissolving into golden sand. The sand surged like waves.
If Gekko Chizan's gaze had swept over at this moment, he would have recognized it instantly—wasn't this the very Sand Waterfall he would see Gaara use in the future?
Only Shukaku's version was far larger in scale and power.
Though Fugaku's fire dragon was fierce, it couldn't withstand the endless golden sand, and was soon swallowed up completely.
"Damn it! Retreat!"
Their reactions were swift, especially the Uchiha, who used the advantage of their Sharingan to escape fastest.
But some reacted too slowly, and were forever buried beneath the sand.
"Hahahaha! A bunch of little ants daring to defy me?"
"Oh? Quite a few escaped, huh."
Shukaku laughed wildly at the Konoha jōnin he had buried alive.
But in the next instant, a figure suddenly lunged straight at him.
"Konoha jōnin, Shirakumo!"
"I will never bow to a monster like you!"
Furious wind gathered into blades, slicing down onto Shukaku's face with the glow of his sword.
"Swish!"
The wind blade pierced Shukaku's skin, but no blood spilled—only more golden sand surged.
"Pathetic! You think such an attack can hurt me?"
"Konoha trash, you must be dreaming!"
"Wind Style! Sandstorm!"
Shukaku opened his maw and unleashed a violent gale.
Shirakumo was already airborne, with no way to dodge.
"Boom!"
The howling storm blasted Shirakumo higher into the sky.
And the direction he was blown? Straight toward the battlefield of Gekko Chizan and Rasa.
"Pu..."
"Damn... this is the end..."
Blood sprayed from his body, pouring from his nose and mouth.
Though he tried to block with his sword, Shukaku's Wind Style was too monstrous. Faced with blades of wind hidden within the storm, he had no resistance at all.
His sudden appearance stunned Gekko Chizan, who had been wildly hacking at Rasa with the Sword of the Thunder God.
"Shirakumo?"
"Holy crap, what happened to you??"
"Urokohane! Catch him!"
Gekko Chizan abandoned his attack, rushing toward Shirakumo.
With Urokohane's speed, he caught the blood-soaked Shirakumo in his arms.
Blood immediately stained Chizan's clothes red. Feeling that burning liquid, Chizan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Cough, cough... Chizan..."
"Sorry..."
Shirakumo lay across Urokohane's head, forcing a bitter smile.
The sight cut deeply into Gekko Chizan. His face involuntarily twisted in anger.
Just as he was about to speak, Rasa charged forward again.
"Gold Dust Coffin!"
Golden sand formed giant hands, lunging toward Chizan and Urokohane.
Clearly, Rasa knew exactly how to seize opportunities.
"Rasa, you bastard, you're dead!"
Already in a foul mood, Gekko Chizan now snapped completely.
From the start of this battle, he had been running into bad luck. Now Shirakumo was grievously wounded, his breath weakening by the second.
And Rasa still had the nerve to press him. Chizan couldn't take it anymore.
"Tch! This is war! If you can't handle life and death, then die here!"
"Gold Dust Rain!"
Rasa sneered coldly at Chizan's bloodshot eyes, casually continuing his assault.
The golden sand rained down on Urokohane.
"You son of a ***! Go to hell!"
"Crystal Release! Raining Pear Blossoms!"
"Fire Style! Majestic Blaze!"
Gekko Chizan lost it. Once so composed and smooth, in this instant he finally exploded.
Crystal Release wings spread from his back, carrying him into the sky. From them burst countless crystal senbon, scattering like a storm of blossoms.
A roaring sea of fire painted the heavens crimson.
At that moment, everyone's gaze turned skyward—even Shukaku slowly looked up.
"This technique..."
"This brat..."
Fugaku's eyes widened at the blazing inferno above.
Fire Style was the Uchiha clan's specialty. He never imagined Gekko Chizan could unleash such a Fire Style on this scale.
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