Naruto: My Ninja Skills-Chapter 234: The One from Above (Part 2)
A person's life can only move forward. If moving forward also means moving upward, even better. Yūshin had nothing to hesitate about.
In the super-gravity space, he raised his right hand. Dark crimson chakra flared at his fingertips like little tongues of fire.
The Mangekyō Sharingan in his eyes turned as deep as a starfield. At the same time, a black-hole-like pull fixed itself on a single point of starlight along the long timeline.
Space-time rippled.
A figure appeared in front of Yūshin. He wore white on the upper body and a gray, skirt-like garment below.
It was Ōtsutsuki Urashiki.
Urashiki looked dazed. Wasn't this supposed to be a "shock" state? In that case, Dr. Yūshin knew exactly what to do.
Kid. Let me start with some cardiac defibrillation.
That absurd space-time displacement left Urashiki blank for a split second. Yūshin didn't waste it. His already-charged Kagetsuchi slammed into Urashiki's back like a palm strike.
Heh. Honor codes were for humans. Aliens didn't qualify. Yūshin made his name with sneak attacks. Getting big didn't mean he had to stop. That just meant he remembered where he came from.
BANG!
The impact sounded dull and heavy. Urashiki flew off like a busted sandbag.
In a super-gravity space, rolling that fast was impressive in its own way.
Yūshin glanced at Urashiki's chest. A hole ran straight through him, front to back. The heart had absolutely been "defibrillated."
It had also been "de-beating." And "de-shaped."
"Whew. No matter how my fighting style changes, ambushing is still the most satisfying."
Urashiki kept tumbling away. The tiny bit of unease Yūshin had been carrying vanished with it. So this was an Ōtsutsuki. That was all.
Kaguya Ōtsutsuki was a different story. She had eaten the Chakra Fruit. She was a "complete Ten-Tails." Normal Ōtsutsuki clan members weren't supposed to surpass Six Paths level.
If you wanted to put it in cultivation-novel terms: without reaching Six Paths, you were still an ant.
For Yūshin, every step that brought him here mattered. The White Zetsu-Man joke. A thousand years of time. Absorbing Kinshiki Ōtsutsuki's power. The time spent training under super-gravity.
That super-gravity training had started as a whim. It turned into something real. He had become the God Tree again and again, grown again and again, and his chakra quality evolved along the way. The strength of his chakra now reached a level most Ōtsutsuki couldn't even touch.
Once he had a clear measure of it, Yūshin stopped rushing. He didn't chase.
No hurry. He could play with Urashiki a little.
Urashiki really did live up to the "pure-blood Ōtsutsuki" label. Even after taking that slap, he still endured the super-gravity's pressure. He forced himself up and ended half-kneeling on the ground.
He stared at his own chest like he couldn't believe it. Then he remembered something. He reached behind his back and started rummaging through the small fish basket he carried.
He looked so tense it was almost like a fairy with ruined makeup frantically digging through her cosmetic bag.
He finally pulled out a lump of green chakra. He slapped it onto himself.
Only then did he breathe again.
The wound on his chest started closing at high speed. It healed like he'd swallowed a Senzu Bean.
"That didn't kill you? Damn. You really are Ōtsutsuki."
Yūshin offered the usual business-grade compliment and walked toward him.
Urashiki was a special kind of man. Several "Top Ten Inexplicable Phenomena of the Shinobi World" involved him. One example stood out: a one-armed shinobi once used the ultimate technique "Uchiha Suplex" on him.
And Urashiki actually got restrained by it.
Urashiki refused to lose face. He fought the super-gravity and forced himself to stand.
"This is… Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's separate dimension. Who are you? Why did you summon me here?"
He paused, then added, "Or rather—how did you do it?"
Urashiki tried to sound casual. He didn't succeed. The wariness in him was obvious. Yūshin's opening ambush was one thing, but walking freely in a super-gravity space was terrifying on its own.
Everyone knew Urashiki's tags. "Shame of the Ōtsutsuki" was one. Another was "This Ōtsutsuki is overly cautious." He was the type who could get scared off by a snake brat's Sage Mode.
"Summon you?"
Yūshin wasn't sure if Urashiki was playing dumb on purpose. Someone who could use Yomotsu Hirasaka shouldn't confuse summoning with a timeline jump.
So Yūshin played dumb too.
"I don't know what happened. You just showed up out of nowhere. You even scared me. I attacked on instinct."
He looked Urashiki up and down. "Your chakra feels like… a clan member I've never met. What's your name?"
Urashiki's gaze flicked to Yūshin's Byakugan. He checked Yūshin's chakra with his own Byakugan as well. Then Urashiki's eyes quietly shifted into Rinnegan.
"Clan member?" Yūshin said. "I'm not Ōtsutsuki. I'm not worthy of that."
Yūshin didn't treat them as clan. He didn't even treat them as people. He only wanted to be friends with them.
Inside his stomach.
"Is that so?" Urashiki said. "Then why does your technique look familiar? The attack pattern is exactly like a friend of mine. Yours is just stronger."
"Really? What a coincidence." Yūshin's smile didn't reach his eyes. "If there's a chance, you have to introduce me."
They were both talking nonsense. Even if Urashiki's brain was actually broken, he could still tell the first strike was meant to kill him.
"I won't hold that attack against you," Urashiki said. "If it was just a misunderstanding, then we go our separate ways."
"Sure," Yūshin said. "Please. Be my guest."
That was as far as the lies could go.
In an instant, a dark red fishing rod appeared in Urashiki's hand. He forced his arm through the super-gravity and swung.
A crimson hook and a long line shot toward Yūshin.
The thing hovered between tangible and intangible. It was hard to defend against. If it landed, it could steal chakra.
Yūshin snapped his sleeve.
A red chakra longsword formed in his hand. He swung once and knocked the hook aside.
"That's it?" Yūshin stared at the hook. "You're a rare wild Ōtsutsuki specimen. Don't tell me this is your whole toolkit."
This was beyond disappointing. It was like Super Saiyan Kakarot watching Frieza's third form pull out a killer move and it turned out to be an energy disc.
Yūshin tossed the chakra longsword away. It vanished beside him. The blade reappeared above Urashiki's head and stabbed down.
Urashiki reacted like he'd sensed it coming. He started shuffling away the moment the hook got knocked aside.
The blade grazed his clothing and struck the ground.
Urashiki looked at the sword embedded in the sand. He couldn't help asking, "What's your relationship with Kinshiki Ōtsutsuki?"
"He's my beloved friend," Yūshin said smoothly. "We're the kind of true companions who'd give our lives for each other."
That wasn't wrong.
It was just that the "giving" was one-way.
"No wonder," Urashiki murmured.
So that's why he can use Kinshiki's techniques. Then why did he ask for introductions?
Urashiki activated Yomotsu Hirasaka. A dark portal opened. He stepped into it.
He wanted to leave. He also wanted Yūshin to follow. The first was his nature. The second was because Yūshin had mocked his trump card, and that deserved punishment.
Urashiki moved from the super-gravity space to a desert space. He started moving the instant he arrived.
With the super-gravity gone, his body turned light and quick. He swayed left and right, stepped in, stepped out, and dodged Yūshin's thrown weapons with ease.
Yūshin appeared in the desert space as well.
Yūshin attacked first.
"As expected," Urashiki said. "You can use space-time ninjutsu too."
It was a pointless statement.
Urashiki continued, "I don't know why you're my enemy, but I can tell you this. These eyes can see the future. No matter how hard you try, you can't hit me."
"Time is my friend!"
What a coincidence, Yūshin thought. My eyes can see the future too.
I just don't feel like advertising it.
Urashiki's Rinnegan could see a few seconds ahead. It could also rewind the surrounding space-time back to the point where he "looked."
There was one problem. He could rewind the surroundings. He couldn't rewind himself.
His injuries didn't heal when he rewound.
If you couldn't restore your own state, the ability was basically half-useless.
Yūshin had met the "see a few seconds ahead" type before, back when he was still a little brat. The difference was that one could only see.
Uchiha Tajima's grave had been growing trees for decades by now.
And Urashiki was still here, showing off this bargain-bin trick.
If you could control a few seconds of time, couldn't you develop it into something actually useful?
Like you shout "ZA WARUDO," I shout "Star Platinum," and we both go all-in with the ORA—
Yūshin regretted something in the middle of the thought. He regretted not spending more energy on the Tsuchikage. He'd been too wary of this Ōtsutsuki.
At least Dust Release was interesting.
He had Urashiki figured out now. Urashiki was basically the same type as Kaguya—the one Yūshin hated and looked down on the most.
There was only one difference.
Urashiki was a low-spec Kaguya.
Lower stats. Not smarter either.
If my guess is right, you're an idiot, Yūshin thought, looking at him with something almost like indulgence.
"Since you're being so honest," Yūshin said, "I'll be honest too. You asked why I'm targeting Ōtsutsuki."
He raised a hand. "I'm learning how to plant trees. I just happen to need Ōtsutsuki as fertilizer."
Yūshin called that sincerity. Urashiki called it provocation.
Urashiki's face hardened. The crooked grin disappeared.
"Big words," Urashiki said. "You know what? I don't even need to dodge you."
"Yeah?" Yūshin said.
He scattered a wave of chakra weapons.
They poured into multiple space passages. The exits opened around Urashiki from different angles.
Then the weapons fired in a concentrated volley from all directions.
The instant they were about to turn Urashiki into a pincushion, his body vanished.
He turned into a flock of red paper cranes.
They flashed behind Yūshin.
Urashiki swung his fishing rod hard. Countless red hooks shot toward Yūshin. This was Urashiki's killing move.
Amenosubaruboshinomikoto.
Dust Release was still better. Simple. Pure. Efficient.
This, on the other hand, was whatever the hell this was.
Yūshin blocked with his chakra longsword. He kept blocking while his mind kept swearing.
And who was he blaming, really? Himself. He'd been cautious enough to pick this opponent.
Maybe that was it. The guy had no fresh tricks, and his level was exactly this. Yūshin swung his sword like he was doing warm-up drills and made a decision.
"That 'time is my friend' line is a lie," Yūshin said. "You're friends with bugs and fishing addicts."
Any shinobi with half a brain wouldn't bite on such deliberate taunting.
Urashiki wasn't any shinobi.
Yūshin launched his super-space-time version of "Unlimited Blade Works" again. Urashiki did exactly what Yūshin expected.
He rewound.
Yūshin moved at the same moment.
Yūshin entered Sage Mode.
Yin-Yang Release and senjutsu chakra surged. He opened his eyes again.
The red Mangekyō Sharingan—an omen in some stories—shone like ruby now, purely because the dōjutsu power was too full.
Sage Art: Kamitsurushi.
Urashiki was having fun with his rewinds.
Yūshin ignored the rewind completely and appeared right in front of him, abrupt to the point of absurdity.
Yūshin thrust a wooden sword straight through Urashiki's chest.
At the same time, more than a dozen chakra weapons pierced Urashiki from different directions.
Urashiki's eyes widened. His hand reached back on reflex for the red-glowing fish basket.
Yūshin didn't let him touch it.
Yūshin held a chakra hook-scythe spear. He snagged the basket and yanked it over.
Fishing wasn't anyone's exclusive skill.
"You—" Urashiki's hand grabbed nothing. He could only stare at Yūshin's Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Funny," Yūshin said. "My eyes can see the future too. So using your words… I'm a friend of time as well."
Both were "time-type" abilities.
Yūshin's side reached farther. It saw deeper futures, and it could summon across that line.
Urashiki's side reached shorter. It saw nearer futures, and it rewound the surroundings.
Could Yūshin do what Urashiki did? No.
But Yūshin could force a breakthrough through the same category of rule-power.
In other words, he interfered with Urashiki's rewind.
"Why…" Urashiki's voice shook.
The wooden sword in his chest started taking root. It sprouted. It grew.
"Why didn't I use it from the start?" Yūshin said. "What am I, sick? You think I'm going to show my killing move off at the beginning like it's an exhibition?"
Urashiki felt like he'd taken a critical hit to the soul. Not just killing him—killing his pride.
Yūshin looked at him and thought: you're a Tajima-tier early-game mini-boss. You've already gotten a ridiculous amount of late-game screen time. What more do you want?
The weight of the small God Tree exceeded Urashiki's limit. He still tried to hold himself up.
All Yūshin needed now was a tiny distraction.
"Shh," Yūshin said. "Listen."
A gust rolled over the dunes. Fine sand lifted into the air.
"Listen… to what?" Urashiki looked at him, and for a moment he wondered if he still had a chance to surrender.
"Listen to the wind tonight," Yūshin said. "Hear how passionate it is."
Corny.
Corny enough to stack into a nice little grave mound.
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