Boom!!
Exploding Blade Shibuki flared with light, and a deafening explosion rang out, making their ears ring and their vision swim with blood.
Yoake's eyes reflected the dreamlike drifting light and flames, along with Nagato's figure being blasted backward by the explosion.
An explosive crack of rupturing air sounded before him, white currents swirling around his body.
"Cough!"
Nagato, flying backward through the air, coughed up blood, yet his gaze remained fixed on Munashi Jinpachi amid the flames. The arm holding his short blade tensed tightly, splitting open with ragged wounds.
"Brat, you're asking for death!" Munashi Jinpachi's hair stood on end as he panted heavily, not yet recovered.
But when he looked up at Nagato flying backward, his bared fangs suddenly froze, and his voice filled with horror and fear. "What are you trying to do..."
Nagato raised the arm gripping his blade, pouring the strength of his entire arm into it. The wind pressure pressed his clothing against his arm, outlining the taut lines of his muscles.
The next instant, before Munashi Jinpachi could finish speaking, Nagato flicked his arm like a whip, channeling all his strength into the short blade.
Bang!!
The tightly gripped short blade vanished from his hand in an instant. Only a nearly invisible afterimage could be seen, and only the explosive crack of it tearing through the air could be heard as it flew viciously toward Munashi Jinpachi in the flames.
"Assassination Art!" Nagato said coldly. "Ultimate Death: Seven Nights!!"
In an instant, the shrieking short blade tore through the air, pierced the smoke and dust, and left behind a trail of thin mist like a pale gauze skirt!
"No..."
Munashi Jinpachi's pupils nearly bulged from their sockets as they reflected the cold gleam spinning toward him.
The terror of being locked onto by death sent a bone-deep chill through him, leaving him utterly unable to act beneath that killing intent!
He was one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, with a boundless future ahead of him!
How could he die at the hands of some brat like...
Before Munashi Jinpachi could even finish that thought, the tip of the short blade struck the center of his forehead, pierced through his brain, and burst forth in a spray of blood.
Splat!!
He only felt a chill between his brows, then darkness fell before his eyes, and he lost consciousness completely.
At the same time, Nagato rolled uncontrollably dozens of times. He thrust his hand into the ground just before hitting it to slow himself down, dragging out a deep trench across the earth.
Only when Uzumaki Yoake spread his arms and caught him did he finally come to a reluctant stop.
"Cough, cough!" Uzumaki Yoake coughed, then threw back his head and laughed excitedly. "Hahaha! Well done, kid!"
He had never imagined that the boy could achieve such a feat. No fear, no retreat, no confusion, no hesitation...
That exceptionally agile killing assault, that decisive ruthlessness, and the final jaw-dropping strike—its speed, power, and resolve completely surpassed even the Uzumaki Clan's geniuses!
What kind of person could raise such a little monster?!
"Old bastard!"
As Uzumaki Yoake was still reeling in shock, Raiga Kurosuki's icy voice rang out. "Aren't you celebrating a little too soon?"
Yoake's expression changed as he abruptly looked up.
Raiga Kurosuki had already broken free of two chains. He raised the Lightning Blade: Kiba above his head, and hundreds upon thousands of lightning bolts gathered like flowing light, forming a massive sphere of lightning glowing azure!
But this time, its light was nowhere near as dazzling as before. It was dim enough for them to clearly see Raiga Kurosuki's grim expression.
Yet at that moment, Nagato, whose expression had been solemn, seemed to sense something. A relaxed, contented smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Hmm?"
Azure lightning shone like the rising sun. Raiga Kurosuki frowned at Nagato. "Have you given up?"
How boring. A funeral without applause was truly boring.
"No."
Nagato shook off Yoake's support and rose to his feet unsteadily. "My task is already finished."
At that, he paused, a mocking smile appearing on his face. "You seem to really enjoy holding funerals for others?"
"If I still remember you after tonight, I'll observe a moment of silence at your grave."
Hearing Nagato's mocking words, anger finally appeared on Raiga Kurosuki's face. He fiercely plunged the Lightning Blade: Kiba into the ground.
"Brat, I'll make you regret those arrogant words!"
Just as he let out a furious roar, he suddenly heard a faint sound.
Crack.
It sounded like a branch snapping, or the crisp crunch of footsteps on fallen leaves.
"So you were stalling for time while waiting for reinforcements?"
Hearing it, Raiga Kurosuki sneered without turning around. "You think one person can save you?"
But at that moment, he suddenly felt a chill at his neck, and an inexplicable sense of dread welled up within him.
"You're the last one," someone softly said behind him, the voice like willow fluff carried into the night by the wind.
In the corner of his eye, a blade gleamed like a mirror, flashing with cold light.
That meant the other person had somehow already reached his back. The sheer terror made the blood in his entire body seem to stop flowing.
Raiga Kurosuki did not hesitate in the slightest. He instantly interrupted his ninjutsu and turned, raising both blades before himself.
Bang!!
Raiga Kurosuki stared fixedly at Yun Chuan, whose face was now visible before him. His twin blades blocked that somewhat familiar long sword, and though his back was drenched in cold sweat, he was also filled with relief.
"You..."
He had just wanted to sneer and mock the other party to shake him, but then he suddenly saw the youth before him tilt his head.
The next moment, two moons reflected in Raiga Kurosuki's eyes at once, that cold gleam like a silver moon descending in frost.
Moon Breathing: First Form.
Dark Moon: Evening Palace!
Name: Kokushibo [Upper Moon One] World: Demon Slayer Quality: Green Advancement: Can advance—Kokushibo [Demon Dominator] (Blue) Abilities: ① Moon Breathing: A breathing style personally created based on the original breathing style, Sun Breathing. It strengthens the user through breathing, and its slashes are unpredictable, with every swing carrying irregular moon-shaped blades. ② markings Enhancement: Once the markings are activated, patterns symbolizing their activation appear on the body, greatly enhancing physical capabilities. ③ Transparent World: After entering the Transparent World state, the user can see a target's blood flow and muscle contractions, clearly perceive their movements and weaknesses, and greatly improve prediction and evasion abilities. The user can also sense the flow of energy more clearly. ④ Blood Bestowal (Locked): The user can bestow their own blood upon others. Those granted blood gain part of a demon's physique and may awaken special abilities. They do not possess the weakness of fearing sunlight, but they will be weakened under the sun. ⑤ Bloodborne Curse (Locked): When near those granted blood, the user can read their thoughts and communicate telepathically. The user can sense their approximate direction and location and share their vision, though the effect's strength is affected by the distance between both parties. The user can also control the life and death of those granted blood. Advancement Requirements: 0/1000 points (Not met) Points Held: 5200 P.S.: In Marvel, Just Became a Stand User
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