Chapter 238: Forbidden Techniques Were Invented to Be Used
Kazuma laughed heartily, hiding behind Susanoo as he pointed at Jiraiya and shouted:
"Jiraiya, I simply don't understand—Konoha Village possesses such powerful jutsu. Why never use them?"
While resisting Wood Release's assault, Jiraiya roared with fury:
"This is a forbidden technique that manipulates human souls, you bastard!"
"Kazuma, do you possess no reverence or respect whatsoever?"
"The dead should rest peacefully in the Pure Land. As their descendants, how can we so recklessly disturb our predecessors' tranquility?"
"Dead or alive—what's the difference?" Kazuma called dismissively. "Shinobi are tools while living. Why should they stop being tools after death?"
"They're already dead anyway. Naturally they should continue contributing to the village and future generations!"
"Your Konoha Village constantly worries about these inexplicable concerns—that's why enemies defeated you!"
"Think about it—if you'd employed these tactics earlier, how many fewer casualties would the village have suffered? How much less damage?"
"You always talk about forbidden techniques. But didn't you invent these forbidden techniques yourselves?"
"If you didn't want to manipulate the dead's souls, you shouldn't have created such evil jutsu in the first place."
"If you truly believed these techniques couldn't be used, you should have destroyed all documentation, leaving no records behind."
"But not only did you preserve the records—you specifically created a Scroll of Seals, storing every forbidden technique inside."
"What does that indicate?"
"It means from the very beginning, you planned to eventually reuse them!"
"What kind of behavior is that?"
"You're the type who wants their cake and eats it too!"
Kazuma pointed at Jiraiya, unleashing a torrent of abuse that left Jiraiya speechless.
Internally, Jiraiya couldn't help cursing the Second Hokage.
Why on earth did you research such perverse things when you had nothing better to do?
Fine, research them if you must—but why not destroy everything afterward? Why leave so many loose ends?
Seeing Jiraiya rendered speechless, Kazuma grew triumphant. He turned toward the assembled ninja clan members, patting his chest and proclaiming:
"I'm telling you all now—jutsu are invented to be used!"
"What's the point of jutsu that can't be employed?"
"I promise everyone here—I will utilize every forbidden technique from the Scroll of Seals."
"In future battles against enemies, we'll send Edo Tensei bodies first. When reanimations prove insufficient, we'll use the Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags technique."
"So many forbidden techniques—using them one after another, we'll easily eliminate enemies!"
"When we annex the Land of Rivers, we'll test this strategy. I guarantee everyone will win effortlessly without any casualties!"
The ninja clan members' expressions grew complex, hearts mixed with conflicting emotions.
Years of "Will of Fire" indoctrination meant they actually felt internal resistance toward such rampant forbidden technique usage. They couldn't immediately accept it.
But someone in the crowd shouted first: "Long live Lord Kazuma!"
Others dared not lag behind, hurriedly joining the chorus.
Instantly, cheers rose and fell throughout the crowd, unceasing.
Once that boundary was crossed, suddenly everything felt wide open—no big deal anymore.
Unknowingly, large-scale forbidden technique usage had been established.
One could only say: necessity breeds innovation; innovation brings solutions.
If Konoha Village remained the world's premier shinobi village, these clan members—despite fearing war's toll—mostly couldn't accept practices violating shinobi world customs.
But current Konoha Village had suffered repeated devastating blows. Its spirit had long been shattered. Having already signed humiliating treaties, what remained off-limits?
Moreover, those principled shinobi who valued the Will of Fire's spirit had already sacrificed themselves in previous endless battles.
Most who remained now were battlefield promotions. Though perhaps meeting martial standards, their spiritual cultivation lagged far behind.
Witnessing the villagers' behavior, Jiraiya felt his heart freeze completely.
"My, my, Lord Jiraiya—don't let your mind wander during battle!"
Mizuki smiled with gentle warmth, though his hands never paused, continuously controlling Senju Hashirama to unleash Wood Release.
"Such a shame that preventing Edo Tensei loss of control means I couldn't prepare a powerful body for Lord First. Truly regrettable."
"However, with just this infinite chakra Wood Release forest, breaking through won't be so easy for Lord Jiraiya!"
Before the wildly proliferating Wood Release forest, Gamahiro's massive size became a disadvantage.
Jiraiya canceled Gamahiro's summoning, returning him to Mount Myoboku. Relying on his own agile form, he charged left and right through the forest, rapidly approaching Mizuki's position.
If he couldn't defeat the Edo Tensei body, he'd eliminate its controller instead.
If Senju Hashirama himself stood here, such audacity from Jiraiya would have gotten him squeezed into jerky long ago.
But with Mizuki controlling Hashirama, responses were completely inflexible and awkward—giving Jiraiya his opening.
Sage Shima's Wind Release sliced through obstructing tree walls. Sage Fukasaku's Fire Release burned blocking vines to ash.
With both Toad Sages' jutsu assistance, Jiraiya finally penetrated the dense forest, reaching Mizuki directly.
"Soul-defiling bastard—return to the village for proper penance!" Jiraiya roared furiously, raising another Rasengan and lunging toward Mizuki.
A shadow flickered before him. Senju Hashirama's form appeared blocking Jiraiya's path. But Jiraiya showed no hesitation—his Rasengan directly pulverized Hashirama's body, driving straight through to continue forward.
Yet piercing through Hashirama's Edo Tensei body, what appeared before Jiraiya was Mizuki's triumphant smile.
"You fell for it, Lord Jiraiya."
"Behind you!"
Both Toad Sages on Jiraiya's shoulders suddenly cried out in alarm, simultaneously spitting jutsu attacks toward his rear.
Jiraiya's heart jumped. He instinctively activated his hair as a shield behind him.
But the next instant, a short blade flashed like lightning through gaps in his hair, precisely piercing from his back, emerging from his chest.
"Gah!" Blood sprayed everywhere!
The blade withdrew, trailing a fan-shaped arc of crimson that scattered brilliant light under the sun.
Horrifying!
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