Chapter 129 – The Miserable Raikage, Tsunade's Rescue
The Fourth Raikage's proudest technique — his ultimate Lightning Release Armor — shattered instantly beneath a single, casual swing of Susanoo's colossal blade.
The surrounding Konoha shinobi gasped in shock. One swing, and the mighty Raikage was sent flying like a rag doll.
From afar, Hyūga Hiashi focused with his Byakugan. Even through his tears of strain, he saw the truth clearly — the Raikage's wrists had been severed. Both hands were gone.
If A hadn't twisted his body at the very last instant, that greatsword, aimed directly at his head, would have cleaved him in two.
As it was, he had still lost his right arm at the shoulder — a shocking outcome.
The battle had turned into a one-sided slaughter.
It looked less like two Kage clashing and more like an adult toying with a helpless child.
The Raikage dared not meet Fugaku's strikes head-on. All he could do was flee, dodging frantically, surviving only by sheer speed.
"Truly… terrifying…" Hiashi whispered. His face flushed as the truth sank in. The Fifth Hokage truly wields the eyes of the Ninja World's Asura.
Divine power. Power on par with legends.
Hiashi's loyalty to Uchiha Fugaku solidified at that moment. If this man possessed strength beyond reason, then by standing at his side, the Hyūga would rise as well.
Meanwhile, the Raikage's broken body smashed through trees, skidding across the earth until finally tumbling to a stop at the base of a cliff. Dust and splintered wood filled the air in his wake.
The Konoha shinobi erupted in cheers.
Only Tsunade, standing nearby, swayed unsteadily. The crimson rain from the Raikage's blood triggered her deep-seated hemophobia. Her stomach churned, her chest tightened—yet strangely, she felt… relieved.
The spectacle she had just witnessed had been exhilarating. The Raikage, crushed without suspense, was nothing compared to Fugaku's overwhelming might.
She steadied herself, her sharp mind turning over what she had seen. This power… it's not just the Mangekyō Sharingan. Could it be something beyond?
Her granduncle had once whispered of it in her childhood—
the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, a transcendent evolution. The legendary eyes of Uchiha Madara, summoning a Susanoo that towered over mountains.
Even if Madara himself returned from the dead, Tsunade wondered if he could truly defeat Fugaku as he stood now.
Only her first granduncle, Hashirama Senju, might have been a match—Wood Release against Susanoo, the gods of old clashing once more.
But this was not the Warring States Era. And Fugaku stood unmatched.
Yet as awe swelled within her, unease crept in too. Her second granduncle, Tobirama, had warned: the Uchiha are cursed by hatred, a clan destined for ruin.
And here was Fugaku—now Hokage by coup, leading Konoha's forces to the Cloud border, cutting down the Raikage as if he were nothing.
Was this power truly meant to protect Konoha… or to dominate it?
Her unease faded quickly, however, when she recalled Fugaku's promise—eight percent of Kumogakure's assets in the spoils of war.
Her lips twitched into a smile despite herself. That much wealth… enough to pay off all my debts in one stroke. Enough to live as the richest woman in the world.
Her earlier nausea dissipated, replaced by the flush of greed. Hiashi burned with loyalty. Tsunade burned with the thought of money.
Meanwhile, the Kumogakure shinobi, who had narrowly escaped the earlier strikes, screamed in rage and despair.
"Raikage-sama!"
Dozens surged forward, weapons flashing, detonating tags hurled desperately at the giant Susanoo in a futile attempt to protect their leader.
From the crystalline brow of Susanoo, Fugaku watched coldly. Their attacks sparked harmlessly against the warrior-god's armor, not even leaving a mark.
He guided Susanoo forward. Two massive strides carried the colossus past the scattering Cloud shinobi, until it loomed before the cliff where the Raikage had crashed.
To Susanoo, the cliff was no more than waist-high.
Fugaku peered through the clearing dust, then had Susanoo blow a single breath. The gale swept the smoke aside, revealing the Raikage's ruined body.
A lay broken at the cliff's base. His right arm gone, both hands severed, his chest pierced clean through by a jagged branch. His legs bent at unnatural angles, his body covered in wounds. Blood pooled around him.
"How pitiful," Fugaku murmured. His words carried a trace of mockery, though his eyes gleamed with excitement.
This was only the second time since awakening his Complete Body Susanoo that he had unleashed it in full. The results thrilled him.
A single casual strike had split mountains, leveled forests, and shattered a Kage. It was as if the world itself bent before him.
And the best part—his chakra reserves had barely dipped.
Gazing down at the tiny figures of Kumogakure shinobi scrambling below, Fugaku drew Susanoo's blade once more.
The sword arced through the air, unleashing a dark red wave of energy that ripped across the forest like a storm of annihilation.
The explosion shook the earth. Dozens of Cloud shinobi were obliterated instantly, reduced to nothing but scorched fragments.
Those few at the edges who survived collapsed in horror, their minds shattered. They had watched their comrades die without even time to scream.
To them, this wasn't battle. It was godly wrath.
And Fugaku, encased in Susanoo's crystalline brow, smiled faintly.
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