"System, why is my Zanpakuto still showing as unnamed?" Narak asked the system curiously!
"That's because the host's Zanpakuto has fused with the host, so its name has to be chosen by the host yourself. Just name it whatever you think this Zanpakuto should be called. Even if you want to call it the World's Number One Pig-Slaying Sword, that's fine too!"
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Faced with the system's antics, Narak was too exhausted to complain!
What the hell is this World's Number One Pig-Slaying Sword? My Zanpakuto is so powerful, and you want to give it such a lousy name? Heh, system, keep dreaming!
"Hmm... What should I name my Zanpakuto?" Narak sat cross-legged, resting his chin on one hand as he pondered.
"How about Thousand Transformations? Or Myriad Changes? No, no, those are too cliché!" Narak quickly rejected his own ideas.
"Then how about Divine Sword of a Hundred Transformations? No, that's even more cliché..." Narak hurriedly rejected that idea as well.
And so, Narak sat alone on the hillside, racking his brains.
Suddenly, inspiration struck him!
"Right. Since this sword can possess the abilities of every Zanpakuto, I'll call it—Genmetsu."
"Countless illusions, annihilating every enemy!"
Narak excitedly rose to his feet, raised the Zanpakuto in his hand high overhead, and shouted, "From now on, your name is Genmetsu!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host, on naming your Zanpakuto!"
Narak opened the status panel. Sure enough, the Zanpakuto entry had changed to: "Zanpakuto (Genmetsu)."
The Zanpakuto in Narak's hand seemed happy to have a name of its own, trembling gently in his grip.
Excited, Narak wanted to test his Zanpakuto's abilities by releasing its Shikai, but then he suddenly remembered that Sakashima Yokoso's ability only worked on enemies. He was alone right now, so what the hell could he test it on?
He could only lower the Zanpakuto in disappointment.
Suddenly, Narak's ears twitched, and he looked toward the woods not far away.
"Hmph. Who's there? Hiding in the woods like a sneak, are you? Come out!" Narak directed a cold snort toward the woods.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Several figures flashed out from the woods.
They were dressed as Konoha shinobi, each wearing an animal mask.
Seeing that they were all dressed as Konoha shinobi, Narak asked curiously, "Are you Konoha's ANBU? Did the Third Hokage summon me for something? Strange, I just left him."
"Hyuga Naraku, we are Root shinobi under Lord Danzo. We've come on Lord Danzo's orders to take you to see him. Please come with us," said one of the shinobi leading the group.
"Oh? Danzo's men?" The corner of Narak's mouth lifted into a mocking smile.
It looked like Danzo had already learned that he had advanced to Jonin strength. Danzo had finally grown restless and wanted to bring him under his control.
"Ah, sorry, I'm rather busy and don't have time to see Danzo. Please tell him I'll talk to him when I'm free."
Narak waved his hand and spoke indifferently to the Root shinobi.
"Hmph, Hyuga Naraku, you clearly don't understand the situation. To put it politely, we've come to invite you. But do you really think whether you go is up to you? If you don't want to suffer, you'd better come with us quietly!"
The Root shinobi glared coldly at Narak.
At that, Narak's eyelid twitched.
"Oh? What are you going to do? I said I don't want to go, and you plan to attack me? I'm under the Hokage's jurisdiction. Danzo has no authority over me. Besides, even the Hokage isn't this overbearing. That old bastard Danzo really thinks he's somebody. What, is he planning to seize power?"
If this had been Narak before yesterday, he might not have acted so arrogantly toward Danzo's men. After all, his strength had been limited, and he could only keep his tail between his legs for the time being.
But last night, he had successfully obtained Advanced Spiritual Pressure and gained Jonin-level strength. Today, he had released his Zanpakuto's Shikai and obtained the terrifying Shikai ability, Sakashima Yokoso. Narak's confidence was now soaring.
"Looks like you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Do you really think having Jonin strength means you can disobey Lord Danzo's orders? A ten-year-old Jonin is indeed a genius, but you're still just a child. There are plenty of geniuses who die young. Today, we'll show you that Jonin also come in different levels of strength!"
Seeing Narak's unwillingness to cooperate, the Root shinobi were furious. They decided to teach him a lesson, beat him into submission, and then take him back.
"Sure enough, what kind of master produces what kind of dogs. Since you want to fight, I'll use you to test my Shikai!"
Narak was secretly delighted. He had just been lamenting that there was no one to serve as a test subject for his newly acquired Shikai, and now some had delivered themselves right to his doorstep.
The Root shinobi all assumed fighting stances. Some drew their Shuriken, while others retreated and formed hand seals, ready to unleash ninjutsu at any moment. Their rich combat experience and seamless teamwork were obvious.
Facing the Root shinobi's encirclement, Narak remained completely calm.
He raised the Zanpakuto in his hand and said softly, "Fall, Sakashima Yokoso!"
In the next instant, the Zanpakuto in Narak's hand changed shape. A huge ring suddenly appeared behind the hilt, while five holes formed in the blade. Then the entire sword began rotating three hundred and sixty degrees around Narak's palm.
"What kind of strange ninja tool is that?"
The Root shinobi watched the changes in Narak's long blade, their hearts filled with uncertainty.
"Hmph, he's just putting on a show. Attack together and take him down!" The lead Root shinobi snorted coldly and ordered the others.
Before his voice had even faded, he was already the first to attack Narak.
Facing their combined assault, Narak flashed aside while the long blade in his hand continued spinning.
Narak had already been extremely fast. Now that his Flash Step had reached an advanced level, he was countless times faster than before.
Even Uchiha Itachi—the biggest admirer of Shisui—had personally said that Narak's speed was on par with Shisui's. That alone showed how terrifying Narak's speed had become.
Thus, amid the Root shinobi's assault, Narak moved among them as casually as if he were strolling through a courtyard, without suffering the slightest injury.
"Hmph, brat, weren't you acting so arrogant just now? What? Can you only run?" After several exchanges, the Root shinobi had not even managed to touch the hem of Narak's clothes, making them even more furious. The lead Root shinobi taunted him.
"Tch. And you call yourselves shinobi? Didn't you smell that fragrance?" Narak ignored their taunt and merely chuckled.
"Fragrance? Wait, when did this smell appear?" Prompted by Narak, the Root shinobi finally realized what was happening and hurriedly held their breath.
"You're already too late!"
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