Ōnoki: Regretting Not Forgetting to Temper Steel Daily

"Don't be nervous, I have some very important information here, and I'll give it to you for free."

Shirozumi's gaze returned to Kurotsuchi, and he glanced back at Ōnoki.

"What information?"

Kurotsuchi's expression was tense, her hands hovering in front of her, ready to form hand seals and face the enemy at any moment.

Isn't this how it always goes in novels and movies?

- "I need to borrow something from you?" - "What?" - "Your head!"

- "There's some free information." - "What information?" - "We're going to invade Iwagakure!"

Shirozumi ignored Kurotsuchi's wild thoughts and spoke directly:

"Our organization has a rogue ninja from the Land of Hot Water who believes in the Evil God Cult. His ability is called Death Possession Blood.

The effect of this technique is terrifying.

As long as he obtains the enemy's blood, he can activate a curse, and all the damage he sustains will be reflected back onto the enemy.

Furthermore, Hidan himself possesses immortality; piercing his heart or beheading him won't kill him."

"There's such a technique?! Is it true or not?"

Kurotsuchi shivered as she listened to Shirozumi's description.

"We did receive information before that a serial killer had appeared in the Land of Hot Water, and there was a strange circular, triangular pattern around the victims.

The people of the Land of Hot Water also requested our support.

However, by the time our people arrived, the killer had already disappeared. Was he absorbed by your organization?"

Ōnoki's voice came from the side.

"It's real?"

Kurotsuchi was astonished.

Her grandfather Ōnoki's words confirmed the truth of what the other party had said.

Ōnoki, however, paid no attention to his granddaughter's current emotions, nor did he have the mood to be distracted by monitoring Deidara in the cave to see if he would escape. He directly used the Light-Weight Rock Technique, floated to Kurotsuchi's side, and stood before Shirozumi.

"If what you say is true, this forbidden technique is indeed terrifying, but its most terrifying aspect should lie in the unknown.

When ninjas fight, injuries are inevitable.

Even between ninjas with a significant difference in strength, if the stronger one is careless, they might sustain minor injuries, draw some blood..."

At this moment, if this forbidden jutsu were used, it would be...

So, why? Why did you deliberately tell us this information! You must have some ulterior motive!"

Sometimes, too much combat experience isn't a good thing.

Shirozumi revealing Hidan's information was too bizarre and illogical, causing Ōnoki's alarm bells to ring loudly, making him very uneasy.

It was as if it contained some earth-shattering conspiracy.

"The purpose is simple: deterrence."

"Deterrence?"

Ōnoki repeated to himself, seemingly pondering the meaning of the two words.

However, Shirozumi was thoughtful and explained directly: "That's right, deterrence. Just as I told her earlier, our organization is one that loves peace.

Since we love peace, we naturally don't want to achieve our goals through fighting and killing.

If we can achieve deterrence and make the opponent voluntarily give up, wouldn't that be a happy outcome for everyone?"

"You want to emulate the Yellow Flash of the past?"

Hearing Shirozumi's words, Ōnoki instantly recalled the man who, in the past, made other ninja villages decide to voluntarily abandon missions upon encountering him.

"The Flying Thunder God is indeed terrifying. If Minato Namikaze wasn't a gentleman, and had left a mark on you, the Tsuchikage, or your son, and used Flying Thunder God every midnight, then Miss Kurotsuchi's hair would probably be yellow by now."

Shirozumi stroked his chin in thought.

"&*...!"

Ōnoki was so angry he couldn't speak.

"Argh--"

A scream suddenly rang out, drawing everyone's attention.

The Iwagakure ninja named Shizun, who had just attacked Shirozumi, was now clutching his right shoulder in pain.

His entire right arm was gone.

Judging by the sound from below, it had suddenly snapped off and fallen.

"What is this?!"

Ōnoki's eyes widened.

"If you want deterrence, I know it's useless to just tell you."

"Since you have someone here who stepped forward wanting to kill me, I trust you're also prepared to be killed?"

Shirozumi snapped his fingers at the Iwagakure Ninja named Shizun.

Shizun's right leg snapped violently, blood spraying and staining a section of the rock face red.

After his leg broke, Shizun could no longer endure the intense pain and fear. With only one foot on the steep rock face, the Chakra at the sole of his foot could no longer gather, and he plummeted straight down.

Splat.

He died from the fall.

He wondered what would happen on Hidan's side if his target met an untimely death.

"Is this what you call loving peace?"

Kurotsuchi glanced at the pulp below, her eyes glaring at Shirozumi.

"Isn't this loving peace enough? As the saying goes, 'When one possesses a sharp weapon, murderous intent arises.' I merely eliminated someone who wanted to kill me. What's the problem? As the ancients wisely said, 'It is better to resolve enmity than to foster it.' This means when you encounter an enemy, don't think of befriending them; you must eliminate them. If you feel you can't bear this now and want to accuse me of being cruel, then give me a few names, or I can pick a few at random, and let you..."

"No need!"

Ōnoki interrupted Shirozumi.

Shirozumi's dominance reminded Ōnoki of the nightmare of his life, Madara Uchiha. He possessed absolute Strength, yet he didn't kill them. For years, Ōnoki had wondered why Madara Uchiha hadn't killed them. Ōnoki quickly shook his head, banishing the thought. The opponent had merely used a trick; he didn't have the capabilities of Madara Uchiha.

"Shizun, you fought him before, did you get his blood?" Ōnoki asked.

"No need to probe. If we only had his blood, what would be the deterrent?"

Moreover, everyone in our organization has at least Deidara's level of strength.

Do you think that guy could survive if he really encountered us, just by getting injured and having his blood collected?"

Shirozumi chuckled lightly.

"You mean... who else?"

Ōnoki floated there, still hesitant to guess.

"For example, you, Lord Tsuchikage."

"Impossible!"

Ōnoki immediately denied it. "Not only have I never fought you, but even if I've been injured by other ninja, it was a long time ago..."

"Hahahaha! Old man, you wouldn't have thought of this, would you! You weren't injured, but you have hemorrhoids! You bleed easily, so collecting it is too simple!"

Deidara's arrogant laughter echoed from the cave.

Hearing Deidara's laughter, Ōnoki and Kurotsuchi were somewhat surprised.

In fact, when Shirozumi was talking to Konan earlier, they had already assumed Deidara had escaped.

They hadn't expected Deidara to still be here?

However, after the laughter faded, they had no time to dwell on it.

The following words caused their expressions to change drastically.

Ōnoki's face turned bright red, contorted.

More contorted than when Shirozumi had mentioned Minato Namikaze and Tenten's night raid and being a cuckold.

Kurotsuchi, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh out loud. But after laughing, she instantly realized something was wrong.

--If the old man's hemorrhoid blood could be obtained to perform that Death Possession Blood, then what about her?

Oh no, no way?

Kurotsuchi looked at Shirozumi in horror.