Slaughter

Narak used Flash Step beneath his feet to dodge the Cloud ninja's "Saliva Technique." Then, another White Lightning burst from his hand and struck the stream of water the Cloud ninja had sprayed out. The high temperature of the White Lightning evaporated the water, continuing to replenish the moisture in the air.

Narak knew he absolutely could not let the water vapor disperse. After all, he could only rely on the water vapor to obscure the enemy's vision and give himself a chance to fight back.

"Hado #1—Thrust." Narak continued using Hado for long-range attacks against the Cloud ninja.

After every attack, he changed locations, preventing the Cloud ninja from accurately pinpointing him.

At that moment, the Cloud ninja was on the verge of mental collapse. He had originally thought that the hardest part of kidnapping this five-year-old brat would be getting him out of Konoha.

He had never expected that he would succeed in bringing the child out, only to find that the brat was incredibly crafty and not weak at all. After fighting until now, he could neither catch him nor simply leave. If he failed the mission, he would be punished even if he returned. The situation left him in an awkward position...

"Hey, you big oaf from Kumogakure, didn't you say you were a Jonin? Is this all a mighty Jonin is capable of? You can't even deal with a five-year-old like me. Tch... If I were you, I'd have cried and run home to my mother by now."

"You little brat... You little brat... Come out here!"

After being forced to take hits for so long, the Cloud ninja had nearly lost his reason. Standing in the water vapor with bloodshot eyes, he roared at the top of his lungs.

"Hmph, you've lost your mind, have you? Then it's time to finish you." Narak raised the corner of his mouth, his face full of mockery.

"Gentle Fist!" Narak used Flash Step once more to close in on the Cloud ninja.

The Cloud ninja's heart jolted. He hurriedly raised his arms to block, but the expected punch never came. Instead, a kick slammed into his stomach. The force was so great that it sent him flying into the air.

"Ugh!" He spat out a mouthful of blood while still airborne.

"You little brat! You said you were going to punch me! That was a damn kick... You... Young people have no sense of martial ethics..."

"You're just too stupid... Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms!"

Narak unleashed Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms, attacking the Cloud ninja like a violent storm.

The Cloud ninja had yet to land when he was subjected to the unending barrage of Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms. Palm after palm struck his body.

Narak's spiritual pressure replaced the Chakra required to use the technique. Channeled through Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms, it slammed into the Cloud ninja, each palm disrupting the flow of Chakra within his body. He could not even use Three Body Technique to evade.

"Bang..." With the final palm, the beating was over!

After Narak finished the thirty-two palms, the Cloud ninja's body crashed heavily to the ground, vomiting blood without end.

"Looks like you don't have the strength to capture me anymore. In that case, it seems I won this battle after all, right? Great Jonin of Kumogakure..." Narak looked at the Cloud ninja and mocked him.

"Damn it... Damn it! It was supposed to be a flawless plan. How did it turn out like this...? I refuse to accept this!"

The Cloud ninja lay on the ground, repeatedly coughing up blood as he roared at Narak with unwillingness written across his face.

"The victor becomes king and the defeated becomes a bandit. Since you chose to cause trouble in Konoha, you should have been prepared to die if you failed. So, do you have any last words? If not, please go die." Narak spoke to the Cloud ninja.

"Last words...? Heh heh. I've spent all these years going on missions and barely had any time to care for my family. I still have a three-year-old daughter. Could I... Could I ask you to..."

The Cloud ninja's breathing was faint, and his voice grew quieter and quieter until it was almost inaudible.

"Ask me to do what?" Narak approached the Cloud ninja and leaned down before him.

"I want to ask you to die!" The Cloud ninja, who should have been half-dead on the ground, suddenly raised his head and viciously thrust a Kunai toward Narak's chest.

"Pfft..."

"Bang..."

Two sounds rang out simultaneously.

Narak was gripping a Katana in his right hand. It had pierced into the Cloud ninja's back, gone through his heart, and been driven deep into the ground.

On the other side, the Cloud ninja's Kunai thrust forward, only to be stopped in front of Narak. Narak's left hand had been raised before his chest, a glowing shield of light flickering across the back of it and blocking the strike.

It was precisely Bakudō #8—Repulse. Repulse's function was to form a spiritual-energy shield on the back of the hand to block physical attacks.

"What...? Where did you get that sword...?"

The Cloud ninja looked at the blade that had pierced through his chest and asked in confusion.

Naturally, he had no way of knowing that Narak possessed a system storage space from which he could take out items at any time.

"Did you think I would stupidly leave myself undefended? I was only messing with you!" Narak's face was full of mockery.

"All right, the game is over. Rest easy and die!" After saying that, Narak exerted force with his hand and twisted the Asauchi. The rotating blade mangled the Cloud ninja's heart.

"Waaah..." The Cloud ninja opened his mouth and spat out the last mouthful of blood he would ever produce. Then he collapsed limply onto the ground, his eyes wide with unwillingness as he died completely.

"Phew... It's finally over." Narak sheathed his sword and stood.

This was Narak's first battle since coming to this world, and also the battle that had come closest to threatening his life. If he had not suddenly thought of using water vapor to obstruct the enemy's vision at the end, Narak might well have been taken out in a single wave.

"That was close. As expected, every one of these ninjas has rich combat experience. Although I now have Intermediate Spiritual Pressure, my combat experience is still far too lacking. Against experienced Jonin, I could easily capsize in a ditch if I wasn't careful." Narak stretched lazily.

"Ow... It hurts, it hurts..." After relaxing, Narak accidentally tugged at the wound on his arm. His nerves had been taut during the battle, so he had not noticed much then. Now that the fight was over, a piercing pain instantly swept through him.

"This wound won't stop bleeding. I need to treat it. Right, I obtained Beginner Kaidō from the sign-in earlier. I can try it out now." Narak walked to the side, sat down against a large tree, then placed his right hand over the wound and used Responded.

As Responded took effect, a faint white light shimmered over Narak's right hand and shone onto the wound. The area touched by the light soon stopped bleeding. Immediately afterward, the wound slowly writhed and began repairing itself.

"Hmm... Responded is pretty powerful. And this is only the beginner level. If it reaches the advanced level in the future, won't it be able to heal someone instantly?" Narak watched the effect of Responded and felt quite satisfied.

"Hmm... Someone?"

Narak's ear twitched. He heard someone rushing toward him through the woods. He instantly rose from the ground and assumed a combat stance.

"Who could it be? Someone from Konoha, or remnants of the Cloud ninja forces?" Narak wondered. If it was someone from Konoha, that would be fine. But if it was someone from Kumogakure, things would be troublesome. Narak had just gone through a fierce battle and was already at the end of his strength.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The next moment, several figures appeared before Narak.

"Narak, you're all right! That's wonderful!" The newcomers looked at Narak with joy as they spoke. They were his father, Hyuga Hiashi, along with several ANBU from Konoha.

Looking at the newcomers, Narak finally lowered his guard.