Chapter 251: Killing a Hundred People in an Instant, A White Robe Unstained by Blood
Kimimaro knew of Akiyama Makoto's existence.
Orochimaru had specifically warned him that there might be a hidden expert in Konoha.
That was why he had moved with the snake Orochimaru summoned, to prevent this mysterious expert from interfering with Orochimaru's plan.
But he hadn't expected that the mysterious person wouldn't show up at first; instead, Jiraiya had arrived.
Kimimaro knew he was no match for Jiraiya, so he wanted to stall him, even if it meant dying in battle, to buy time for Orochimaru.
But who was this guy here now? He hadn't even seen his face clearly yet.
Is this the mysterious person?
Kimimaro really wanted to get a look at him, to say a word to him, just so his life wouldn't end in vain. But Makoto clearly didn't intend to give him that chance.
Looking at the dense bone blades beneath his feet, Makoto knew that Kimimaro could teleport within the bones and merge with them to ambush enemies.
So he quickly formed hand seals, then unleashed a B-rank ninjutsu: Earth Style: Mountain Earth Technique!
Two gigantic hemispheres rose from beneath his feet, reaching a diameter of dozens of meters. They encapsulated the entire range of the bone spikes, and then squeezed inward, crushing Kimimaro who was hidden within.
In Kitsuchi's hands, this jutsu could even suppress a Tailed Beast. After receiving Naruto's Nine-Tails chakra, he could even use it to suppress the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
Currently, Makoto's Earth Release talent had reached Advanced. Casting this B-rank ninjutsu was a piece of cake. Plus, with his Stamina 10 chakra reserves, using this jutsu to suppress Kimimaro was more than enough.
Kimimaro struggled desperately inside, extending huge bone blades from his body. In the end, his own body was twisted and broken, leaving only a mass of bones constantly proliferating. But even so, the two hemispheres slowly pressed together, burying all the bone blades within, finally leaving only a huge, closed sphere of earth.
This wasn't the end. Makoto jumped onto the earth sphere, his hands forming seals rapidly, and then lightly tapped it. A huge Four Symbols Seal spread out, finally sealing the entire earth sphere and turning it into a massive prison.
At this point, Kimimaro had absolutely no chance of escaping on his own.
The next time Makoto opened this earth sphere, what he would see would probably be Kimimaro's broken body—not because his life force was exhausted, but because his illness had reached a terminal stage.
In this sense, Kimimaro's bloodline talent level must have been frighteningly high. Unfortunately, the rest of his physical constitution couldn't withstand this talent, leading to the self-destructive bloodline sickness.
Jiraiya looked at Makoto, who wasn't flushed or breathless, and even still had a smile on his face. For a moment, he felt like he was seeing Minato... No, even Minato hadn't been this strong at this age.
Flying Thunder God, Chakra Enhanced Strength, Sealing Jutsu, Earth Style... what other powers did he have that he hadn't shown?
At this point, Jiraiya no longer doubted that Makoto had Kage-level strength. And factoring in the Flying Thunder God, his strength had to be raised by at least half a tier—at least in terms of escaping.
So Jiraiya smiled. "Just call me 'Senpai'. As for where I should go, do you have any suggestions?"
Makoto understood that his strength had won the other's respect. Now was not the time for pleasantries. He formed a hand seal, and the next second, a hundred Makotos appeared simultaneously.
Then, the main body said, "I'm better at reaping those who have no power to resist. I hope you won't find my methods too bloody, Senpai."
Seeing this, Jiraiya's eyes lit up.
Flying Thunder God, Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu, Chakra Enhanced Strength—under this combo, only Jōnin could withstand it, and how many Jōnin were there?
And using the Flying Thunder God for surprise attacks meant there was no fear of failure. Several shadow clones stacking up on a Jōnin would make them obediently accept their fate.
In other words, Jiraiya felt that Makoto alone could quell the current chaos in Konoha.
No wonder... no wonder this young man is so calm.
Since the young man was already working so hard, he, the old man, naturally couldn't slack off anymore.
So Jiraiya used the Summoning Jutsu to call forth Gamaken and said, "In that case, I'll handle Shukaku and Rasa—the task of protecting the civilians is yours."
"By the way, I still don't know your name or rank?"
"Akiyama Makoto... Regrettably, Senpai, I am a civilian."
Jiraiya froze on the spot. A civilian with this kind of strength?
But Makoto's next words cleared up his confusion.
"I wanted to travel around the ninja world in the future, so I didn't become a ninja. But Konoha is my home. My friends are here. I won't watch Konoha be destroyed."
"Good, good, good!"
Jiraiya said "good" three times. Although he was noncommittal about Hiruzen's Will of Fire theory, at this moment, he had to admit that he felt the benefits of the Will of Fire's inheritance from Makoto.
"In that case, let's meet again after victory. I'll buy you a drink!"
With that, Jiraiya stepped onto Gamaken's head. The next second, Gamaken leaped high into the air, charging towards the battlefield in the center of Konoha.
The situation there had reached a crisis point.
Gaara had been hypnotized by Sasuke, so he hadn't appeared on top of Shukaku's head, meaning he had no weakness.
Although Naruto and Gamabunta resisted desperately, they were ultimately no match for the real Shukaku.
Watching Jiraiya leave, Makoto narrowed his eyes slightly and activated the Mind's Eye of Kagura.
The entire range of Konoha entered his vision. The hundreds of densely packed teleportation points, which used to be abstract 3D coordinates in his mind, now combined with the Mind's Eye of Kagura to form a precise 3D map.
He could even sense the ninja constantly moving, confronting, and killing each other on this map. He could even sense many familiar chakra signatures.
These chakra signatures belonged not only to his friends, but also to his former subordinates from the Sand Village—who were now the targets he had to kill.
He knew their temperaments well.
Who hated Konoha to the bone, who was a warmonger, who was a diehard loyalist of Rasa, who would submit to Gaara in the future... Relying on his powerful spiritual force, he labeled each person.
The vast majority had to die. Only a small minority, about one-fifth, could be kept.
The reason for keeping them was not to build a team for Gaara, but for himself.
The future Kazekage of the Sand Village should theoretically still be Gaara—of course, provided Gaara was successfully talked-no-jutsu'd by Naruto.
If Gaara remained that violent, he would rather let Temari be the Kazekage.
As for Rasa... every time Rasa lived, he had to find a way to solve the problems he caused. So this time, it was better to just kill him.
In other words, the entire Sand Village and even the Land of Wind were already his meal on a plate.
Of course, the Sand Village and the Land of Wind were poor, but they were still one of the Five Great Nations, weren't they?
It would be very difficult for him to interfere with and control the other countries, but he was extremely familiar with the Sand Village, so acting against them would be no pressure.
With this thought in mind, his shadow clones moved.
In an instant, white figures appeared in every corner of Konoha.
Makoto held a blade formed of chakra in his hand, Lightning Release nature transformation dancing upon it. Every slash inevitably took the life of a hostile ninja. Even if occasionally a Chūnin or Special Jōnin reacted and tried to block, facing the sharp chakra blade, they only met with a sudden death.
In the vast majority of cases, whether it was Sand or Sound ninja, or even the Konoha ninja fighting them, they hadn't even reacted yet. They only saw a flash of white light, and the enemy ninja was already decapitated.
Splattering blood sprayed from necks, creating a mist of blood-red snowflakes in the air. By the time the snowflakes landed, he had already ended the life of the next ninja.
A hundred Makotos were a hundred snow-making machines. Every flash killed a hostile ninja. Within a minute, Konoha fell into an eerie silence.
The surviving Sand and Sound Jōnin looked at the corpses of their subordinates as if they had seen a ghost.
The Konoha ninja opposite them were no better off. Inoichi and the others, who had just prepared to counterattack, hadn't even formed a seal before the battle was over.
"That figure—"
"Makoto-kun?"
Those familiar with him recognized his face, but they still couldn't believe he had such strength.
Flying Thunder God was one thing; at most, he had inherited the Fourth Hokage's legacy and become the new Yellow Flash. But that indestructible Lightning Release blade, plus the faint genjutsu chakra, turned his slaughter of enemy ninja into something approaching art.
Inoichi looked at the four headless corpses that had fallen in front of him. He retracted his hands, which had been prepared to form seals, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Suddenly, he felt that his choice to take the Dual Heart Method that day and not have a conflict with Makoto was simply brilliant.
On Hiashi's side, he was still choking an enemy ninja, whose head had already become a rolling gourd.
Looking at the blood spattered on his white robes, and thinking of Makoto's unstained appearance when he vanished, Hiashi laughed angrily. "Perhaps I should find a time to treat him to a meal. I can't let him and Hinata always be so ambiguous."
The same thing happened in hundreds of places in Konoha. The battle seemed to end in an instant.
All the Makotos also arrived on the rooftops of various buildings and spoke to the surviving enemy ninja: "Surrender, or die."
The voice wasn't loud, but spoken by a hundred Makotos, it layered into a strange power that made people want to kneel.
In fact, he had indeed used the power of the Formless Wave. His positioning was also very specific. The hundred shadow clones acted as nodes, continuously amplifying the power of the Formless Wave, forming a spiritual net that covered the entire range of Konoha, releasing spiritual fluctuations sufficient to affect the minds of the remaining hostile ninja.
Of course, if he had done this right from the start, let alone Jōnin, even the Chūnin would have probably broken through his control by biting their tongues.
But now, he had just created a grand scene of slaughter. Countless blood flowers bloomed in Konoha at the same time. The fierce war ended in a few breaths, like a giant stepping on fighting ants.
This huge shock, coupled with his genjutsu, caused more than half of the remaining ninja to subconsciously drop their weapons.
The next second, the Konoha ninja rushed up, knocking them down, stunning them, and capturing them.
Occasionally, there were those skilled in genjutsu who still tried to fight. At this time, the Konoha ninja showed no mercy. With the assistance of his genjutsu, they easily killed these hostile Jōnin.
In an instant, he had created dozens of achievements of killing Jōnin.
Among them, naturally, were the achievements of Tenten and the other girls. He had even deliberately let them stand on the rooftops, becoming the bellwethers for the enemy ninja's surrender.
All the surviving Konoha ninja and civilians also looked in his direction.
Looking at his calm face, it was as if they were re-knowing this famous author of Konoha.
And at this moment, the hundred Makotos moved again.
They simultaneously surrounded a group of Anbu ninja who were trying to retreat. Standing in the middle was none other than Shimura Danzō.
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