Forbidden Jutsu: Blood Binding

The only house in the village that was not on fire.

Boom! With a thunderous crash, the wooden door exploded into splinters, revealing the scene inside to Rinto.

The next second, Rinto's already grim expression darkened to its utmost limit.

"Bas... bastard!"

Inside, furniture lay shattered and overturned, the walls were covered in blood, and in the center of the room, a bare-chested man slowly turned his head, his face wearing a repulsive, maniacal grin.

A naked woman covered in bloody wounds slowly slid from his hand. It was clear that she had once been stunningly beautiful, but now her breath was faint, and she did not seem likely to live much longer.

Not far from the perverted man, a man dressed in civilian clothes was tightly bound to the only intact chair in the room. His eyes were wide open, the corners torn apart, blood endlessly streaming down his face. His entire eyeballs were blood-red.

He was dead. Rinto could tell that he was dead. Even without a single wound on his body, he was dead.

"Yo~ Isn't this Zhu Kangping-kun? Long time no see. On behalf of Lord Shinda, I send you his regards! Hehehehe~" The man with the twisted smile kicked the woman aside, turned around, and fixed his eyes on Rinto.

Rinto said nothing. The scenes before him battered against his sanity again and again.

At that moment, when Rinto's rage reached its peak, a string in his mind suddenly snapped.

The next second, an utterly sinister technique appeared in his mind.

Rinto lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled upward.

"What... perfect timing!"

As Rinto spoke, Ono Buta's figure vanished in an instant.

Ono Buta appeared behind Rinto. In an instant, tremendous force struck him, and a Kunai plunged straight into Rinto's heart.

Pain!

Pain he had not felt in a long time!

The heart that had only recently grown back was pierced again!

Behind him, Ono Buta took a step back, a teasing smile on his face as he frivolously flicked the Kunai's handle.

"Kid, looks like you haven't learned Lord Hanzō's true essence~"

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as Rinto slowly turned around. His mouth split into a grin, revealing white teeth streaked with blood.

"Is that so? Then... teach me. What is Lord Hanzō's true essence?"

Rinto stammered as he staggered closer to Ono Buta step by step.

Instinctively, Ono Buta wanted to use the Body Flicker Technique to leave, but Rinto had clearly been stabbed through the heart. He was bound to die.

Cruel by nature, Ono Buta slowly lowered his hands from their seals and mocked him like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Hehe, and you call yourself Lord Hanzō's disciple? What a useless piece of trash.

Since you're about to die today, I'll be merciful and teach you a lesson.

Listen well. Aside from Lord Hanzō's immense strength, what makes him most worthy of admiration is that when dealing with trash like you, he goes all out and never gives weaklings like you even the slightest chance!"

Ono Buta spoke smugly, but his eyes remained fixed on Rinto's lowered head.

Suddenly, the pervert wanted to enjoy the regretful look on Rinto's face before he died.

He reached out, just as his hand was about to seize Rinto's throat.

Whoosh! A flash of blade-light swept past.

Ono Buta truly deserved to be a Jonin. His reaction speed far surpassed those previous four. In the blink of an eye, he dodged the Kunai Rinto had swung.

When he reappeared, Ono Buta was back in the center of the room as though nothing had happened.

However, the long, thin wound on his face proved that none of it had been an illusion. It also meant that Rinto's guaranteed strike had missed.

Ono Buta's eyes remained locked on Rinto as his right hand slowly touched his face.

"Blood! You made me bleed! Hehehehe! You made me bleed!

Not bad! Not bad for trash that isn't even a Genin!

Quick! Let me see you struggle some more! I love watching you struggle before you die!"

Ono Buta danced about madly, his tiny eyes filled with bloodthirsty red light.

"Hehe~ You'll see soon enough."

Rinto's low voice rang out. The flames cast a thick shadow across his face.

Pfft! He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The next second, Rinto abruptly raised his head. Within his split grin, his pale teeth glinted with sinister coldness.

While he had staggered toward Ono Buta earlier, Rinto had already prepared a crimson formation beneath his feet, drawn in his own blood.

A circle of dark red blood enclosed a triangle made of the same dark red blood.

Rinto slowly raised his hand and, under Ono Buta's puzzled gaze, lightly licked the bloodstain on the Kunai.

"Not good!" The madness on Ono Buta's face abruptly vanished. In that instant, a strange connection linked their bodies.

"Body Flicker—"

Just as Ono Buta began to form seals, intense pain shot through his left wrist, interrupting the flow of Chakra within him.

Looking down, he found a deep wound on his wrist, cut to the bone at some unknown point.

Not far away, Rinto held a Kunai in his right hand and drove it deeply into his own left wrist. His voice was so cold it seemed to freeze the air.

"Forbidden Jutsu: Blood Binding!"

"Bastard! You damned brat, I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to dogs!" The madness had vanished from Ono Buta's face. In his once-mocking eyes was now a trace of terror.

Drawing a Kunai, Ono Buta charged at Rinto.

He was confident that even if he could not use ninjutsu, this little brat would still be no match for him.

Of course, he was overthinking it. In a pure taijutsu fight, he might not actually have been Rinto's match.

As for why Rinto had not used taijutsu against him, it was simply because Rinto wanted to obtain his blood.

Ideals were beautiful, but reality was cruel.

Ono Buta had not even taken two steps when blood suddenly sprayed from his heel.

Thud! Ono Buta crashed heavily to the ground. His gaze swept over his heel before he turned to look at Rinto.

Rinto sat cross-legged atop the formation, using the sharp Kunai to sever his own Achilles tendon.

Seeing this, Ono Buta knew he had fallen for it. The smile vanished completely from his face, and terror filled his little eyes.

"H-Hei-kun! Don't kill me! Spare me, spare my worthless life! For the sake of us both being from Amegakure, for Lord Hanzō's sake, spare me—"

Before he could finish begging, Ono Buta, sprawled on the ground, suddenly swung his uninjured right hand. The Kunai tore through the air and shot straight at Rinto's face.

Rinto raised an eyebrow and sneered. Without panicking, he lifted his right hand and blocked the incoming Kunai.

Pfft! The Kunai stabbed into the flesh of his arm.

On this side, Rinto copied Ono Buta's earlier movement and flicked the handle of the Kunai embedded in his arm.

Opposite him, Ono Buta clutched his arm as blood sprayed from it. Like a restrained pig, he howled and rolled across the floor in agony.

"This is only the beginning. Hidan, watch carefully. This is how Blood Death Possession is used."

As he spoke, he pulled a Senbon from his Ninja Pouch with his right hand and fiercely stabbed it into the tip of his left index finger.

Before him, Ono Buta's wailing abruptly stopped. Then, an enormous, miserable scream powerful enough to lift the roof exploded from him. Clutching his index finger, he dropped to his knees and desperately smashed his head against the ground.

Perhaps his screams were too loud. In the center of the room, the dying woman lying on the floor slowly raised her head and clenched her bloodless lips. In the eyes she turned on Ono Buta shone the exhilarated light of vengeance fulfilled.

Seeing the woman on the verge of death, Rinto's expression gradually softened.

"Don't worry, I..." Just as he was about to say that he would avenge her, Ono Buta's screams cut him off.

"Damn it, can't you stop screaming?" Rinto cursed irritably, but his voice was once again drowned out by the full-throated screams.

"Heh! I'll fix that!" As he spoke, he shoved the Kunai into his mouth and twisted it hard several times.

Plop! Rinto's tongue and Ono Buta's tongue fell to the ground at the same time. The world finally became quiet.

"Hah... hah... hah... hah..." Even though the pain made him want to smash his head to death, Ono Buta could no longer make a sound.

Three-second rule! Three-second rule!

Rinto muttered inwardly as he snatched up his tongue from the ground and stuffed it back into his mouth.

After quite a while, Rinto finally cleared his throat and spoke to the dying woman.

"Woman, he's your enemy. What do you think should be done?"

At those words, the woman's eyes suddenly lit up. She actually struggled and trembled as she crawled to her feet.

"F-fingers..." Her voice was hoarse.

"Like this?" Rinto raised his hand and brought the blade down, cleanly cutting off all five fingers of his left hand.

At the same time, all five fingers on Ono Buta's left hand fell at their roots, blood gushing out. That damned man clutched his palm as snot and tears poured from his face in agony.

The woman watched Ono Buta break down in pain, her teeth grinding audibly.

As Rinto reattached his fingers, he stuffed a Ration Pill into his mouth and said calmly, "Continue."

The woman's gaze slowly shifted below Ono Buta's waist. Rinto felt a chill between his legs, and he shook his head like a rattle drum.

"No, no, not that."

Though he had also been cut off before at the Jashin Cult base, Rinto would rather die than try that a second time.

"N-never mind. I can't hold on much longer. Please kill him!" Her hoarse voice rang out.

"Alright!" Rinto nodded and decisively plunged the Kunai into his own heart.

Pfft!

At last, it was quiet. And clean.