With a strength value of "8," combined with the Dark Chakra Jutsu and the Body Activation Technique, he had gained the initial ability to protect himself.
He no longer needed to fear ordinary opponents.
But Mingren knew it well.
There were far too many experts in this Ninja World.
One moment of carelessness could truly get him killed.
Great power also required control equal to it.
"What do you plan to do next?" Shennong asked.
Above ground, wind and rain raged.
Rainwater continuously fell from the bleak skies of the Land of Rain, as though the nation itself were weeping.
"Train, adapt to this power, and find a way to keep growing stronger... First, drive out the invaders from Iwagakure, Konoha, and Sunagakure. Then... change this country, and finally change this world! Overthrow all Bloodline Theory!"
The issue of Hanzo's eye color
In the official black-and-white manga, Hanzo's eyes did not have an ordinary color.
In the official colored manga,
their color was made explicit.
This book adopts Hanzo's eye color as depicted in the official manga.
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The TV anime's altered version will not be used.
Because it diminishes his prestige.
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Pictures below...
The color of Hanzo's eyes when Nagato recalled Yahiko's death.
Thanks to all you bosses for your support
As the title says.
Thank you all you bosses for the tips, blades, monthly tickets, recommendation tickets...
I can see them all in the backend.
Thank you for supporting the new book!
Demigod: Hanzo of the Salamander
"Chidori!!!"
Crackle, crackle, crackle...!
A sound like birds chirping accompanied the dazzling lightning.
Kakashi used the A-rank Lightning Release Jutsu he had invented and finally broke the barrier Shennong had set up.
When he rushed deep into the left passage, all he found... were three gruesomely mutilated corpses.
Kakashi froze for a moment.
The forehead protector covering one of his eyes had already been pulled up, revealing the scar that ran through his eye socket and the eerie Three-Tomoe crimson eye within.
Though the passage was dark, he could still see everything clearly.
Makoto, the youngest, had had his neck snapped. His eyes were wide open, and terror showed on his face.
Shikahide Nara's body was slumped against the wall. A huge hole had been blasted through the wall behind him, with blood running down from it. The bones in his hand had been pulverized, and his skull had been smashed apart by brute force...
Tetsuya Senju had suffered the worst fate.
His entire body was curled up, burned into a charred corpse. The air still carried the dreadful stench of scorched flesh...
At the sight of this,
Kakashi's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Kakashi!"
Pakkun glanced at him, knowing that Kakashi had once again recalled the past...
Obito Uchiha's death last year, and Nohara Rin's death not long ago.
"I'm fine..."
Kakashi panted heavily, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appearing on his forehead.
He then took out a Scroll and skillfully used Sealing Jutsu to store the bodies within it.
His mechanical movements made Pakkun frown repeatedly. "Sigh! Kakashi's inner problems are getting even worse... When will this war ever end?"
Half a day later.
Whoosh...!
Wind and rain swayed wildly.
Rainwater poured down from the sky, cascading in torrents.
The steel metropolis built upon the sea was filled with a punk atmosphere.
This was Amegakure.
It was also Asuka's home.
Escorted by her companions, she crossed the bridges floating on the sea and stepped straight into this steel ninja village.
A grim, murderous aura brewed within Amegakure.
At the same time, an inescapable air of decay had emerged.
The Third Shinobi World War had already lasted a full five years since it began.
Five years of war had been enough to drastically reduce the number of ninja in every village's ranks.
This was especially true of Amegakure in the Land of Rain, caught between the three great nations.
Large numbers of ninja had died.
Every day brought further losses.
As the village declined day by day, compounded by the deaths of his son and daughter-in-law and the passing of countless familiar subordinates...
The flame in Hanzo of the Salamander's heart was gradually dying out.
After such prolonged bitter warfare,
even the great nations could barely hold on, much less Amegakure.
The war, already nearing its final stage, had fallen into a stalemate.
Large-scale decisive battles had largely ceased to occur.
Small- and medium-scale probing attacks and invasions had become the primary means of competition during this phase of dwindling resources.
The operation targeting Hanzo's Granddaughter had also begun for this reason.
"Young Lady..."
"Miss Asuka..."
Seeing Asuka return safely, a glimmer of light appeared on everyone's faces.
In this dark era,
the beautiful, spotless girl had become a source of comfort in many people's hearts.
Protecting Lord Hanzo's Granddaughter was a conviction held by many people.
Because...
it was not merely her beauty. Her existence also represented Amegakure's future.
Ever since a poison sac had been implanted in her body as a child, she had sacrificed part of her right to live as a person for the village.
For most of her life, aside from battle, she could not remove her special poison gas-filtering respirator. Like a cage, it tightly restrained her freedom.
Her life would be devoted to Amegakure.
She nodded slightly as she gazed at the familiar faces.
Asuka crossed the square and entered the tallest building at its center.
She proceeded up the stairs, passing through layer after layer of checkpoints.
At last,
in the office on the top floor, she saw the figure behind the curtain.
The curtain was lifted, revealing the true face of the man seated cross-legged behind it.
He possessed a pair of crimson eyes with black sclera.
He wore a facial mask and a special respirator.
His platinum-blond hair draped behind his head.
This imposing middle-aged man was somewhat older than Konoha's Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi.
He was a legendary figure who had lived through the era of the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju.
He was... Hanzo of the Salamander, known as the "Demigod," Amegakure's hero and guardian deity.
"Grandfather."
Asuka bowed in salute.
She then reported everything she had seen and experienced along the way.
As he watched his granddaughter, a rare tenderness flashed through Hanzo's eyes.
After his son and daughter-in-law had died, his granddaughter had become his only emotional anchor.
If anything were to happen to her as well, he truly did not know what he would do.
But since she was a ninja, she had to face battles of life and death and grow through them.
There was no way around that.
Even Nawaki Senju, the grandson of the God of Shinobi Hashirama Senju, had died on the battlefield.
His own granddaughter was no exception.
The missions she had to carry out were no different from those assigned to his subordinates.
When he heard that his granddaughter had fallen into danger, he held his breath in concentration.
When he heard that three subordinates had sacrificed themselves to protect her and remained behind to cover her retreat, he could not help sighing inwardly.
"Then how did you escape that danger?"
Hanzo asked.
After fighting bitterly for days, losing her weapon, exhausting all her strength, and being pursued by enemies,
how had she managed to escape alive?
"Someone helped me... He was a very special person."
Asuka solemnly recounted what she had seen and heard.
"And... he said he would not join 'Akatsuki'..."
After saying this, Asuka raised her head and glanced at her grandfather's expression.
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