Uzumaki Karin's Adamantine Sealing Chains

As Idasuke slowly pulled the Kubikiribōchō free from Zabuza's shoulder blade, dragging out a trail of dark-red beads of blood, the "Demon" whose evil name had spread throughout the Shinobi World finally lost consciousness completely, collapsing onto the cold, damp bridge like a heap of mud.

The black cloak with red clouds on his body was soaked through with blood, making it look even more ruined. The bandages on his face had also been stained with gore, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed—eyes widened in pain and disbelief, yet now rapidly losing their light.

The thick fog lost the support of the caster's chakra and began to drift slowly, thinning as it scattered from the bridge like a receding tide.

Sunlight fell once more, illuminating the area where the fierce battle had just ended, and also lighting up the crisscrossing blade marks, puddles, and mottled bloodstains on the bridge.

Kakashi walked forward, crouched beside Zabuza, and pressed two fingers to the other man's carotid artery, carefully feeling for a moment.

The skin beneath his fingers was cold. There was no pulse.

He lifted Zabuza's eyelid again to check the dilation of his pupils, confirming that the man was completely dead.

Kakashi raised his head. His scarlet Sharingan had already been covered again by his forehead protector, and the exposed right eye looked toward Idasuke, who was slinging the Kubikiribōchō back onto his back. He asked, "Lord Idasuke, do you need to take this corpse back with you?"

In the world of ninja, the corpses of powerful fighters often contained bloodline secret arts, intelligence, or even special value. How to handle a corpse was sometimes also a division of spoils.

Hearing this, Idasuke turned around, his tall body casting a shadow under the sunlight.

He glanced at Zabuza's corpse on