"Impossible... to possess so many Bloodline Limits with completely different natures at once..."
Killer B muttered. Within him, the Eight-Tails Gyuki let out an incredulous growl. "The essence of each of these auras is different! This isn't a trick like the Shadow Clone Technique, which divides chakra equally!
"Could these... could these all be genuine, independent physical clones, each possessing a different Bloodline Limit?"
In the distance, Namikaze Minato stood atop a massive boulder, and none of his earlier composure remained.
He subconsciously raised a hand and rubbed his eyes hard, his azure gaze filled with utter shock and confusion.
He knew Namikaze Yoru was powerful. He knew his clansman possessed many terrifying abilities.
But the scene before him had utterly overturned the limits of his understanding.
Maintaining four... no, judging from the state of those giant eggs, perhaps four "clones," each carrying a distinct and complete Bloodline Limit and capable of fighting independently?
What kind of terrifying spiritual power, chakra control, and... what kind of complex, profound Bloodline Limit heritage did that require?
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All of this had completely surpassed the realm of "ninjutsu." It was practically a miracle.
"Tap."
A faint footstep rang out.
At the center of the battlefield, the bone dust and ashes of the "Namikaze Yoru" who had been slain earlier had not even finished drifting to the ground.
Four figures with utterly different auras but the same cold faces stepped out from the enormous cocoons that had descended from the sky.
They emerged from their shattered shells, their imposing presences radiating outward without restraint. Like four dangerous beacons of entirely different attributes, they stood amid the scorched earth.
The real Namikaze Yoru had not appeared, nor had he offered any further explanation.
Four clones. Four Bloodline Limits manifested at their peaks, silently forming an