Come Out, My Stand!

He was a man who valued fairness.

Since it was difficult to deal with the enemy's invisibility, he would simply drag the enemy down to his own level.

He would then defeat the enemy with his wealth of experience!

Kiyohara closed his eyes, and the spirit of Renegade Kiyohara manifested behind him.

Come out, my Stand!

If Kiyohara hadn't closed his eyes, the lime scattered in the air would have stung them.

But Renegade Kiyohara could serve as his second pair of eyes!

"To your left, he is about to weave hand signs to perform ninjutsu and conceal his figure again."

Renegade Kiyohara said.

Everything in this area was hazy, but the outline of a human figure could be clearly seen.

"Good."

Hearing this, Kiyohara nodded.

He pulled a Shuriken from his ninja tool pouch.

Swish! Swish!

Kiyohara threw two Shuriken, which spun incessantly in the air, instantly piercing through the gray mist kicked up by the lime.

Hearing the sound of the Shuriken cutting through the air, Taiseki had no choice but to stop weaving his hand signs and dodge first.

But every time he tried to weave hand signs after dodging, he was interrupted by Kiyohara.

"Is this guy completely unaffected?"

Taiseki clenched his fists.

He kept his eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down his face.

If he didn't treat them in time, there was even a risk of blindness.

Yet this guy Kiyohara was not only unaffected, but Taiseki could also hear the poof of clouds dispersing, clearly indicating that Kiyohara was continuing to increase the amount of lime powder.

"Can you really be considered a ninja?"

"I'm sorry, ninjas are supposed to be assassins, but you're playing it like a warrior."

Kiyohara shook his head.

The so-called ninja performed many tasks involving poisoning, espionage, assassination, and infiltration.

Why act all righteous and honorable during a fight?

Go tell that to my Shuriken.

Kiyohara gripped a Shuriken and infused it with Wind-style Chakra.

Air currents swirled around it, enhancing the sharpness of the Shuriken.

Caught off guard, Taiseki was struck by the Shuriken, and blood began to flow continuously.

"Kakkō!"

Taiseki could no longer hold back and called out to his other teammate.

However, what answered him was not a reassuring reply from his teammate, but a scream.

"Kakkō couldn't have really lost to those brats, could he?"

Taiseki's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

It was a pity that he and Kiyohara were at the entrance of the cave, while Kakkō and the others were deep inside, so he didn't know exactly what was happening.

He could only hear the sounds of fighting that broke out from time to time, followed by a scream.

"What happened?"

Kiyohara hurriedly asked Renegade Kiyohara what was going on.

Renegade Kiyohara looked over and discovered that Kakashi had been slashed in the left eye while trying to save Obito.

Filled with grief and indignation, Obito had leaped from having ordinary eyes to awakening the two-tomoe Sharingan.

"Obito awakened the two-tomoe Sharingan, and the Iwagakure ninja had his arm slashed."

Renegade Kiyohara said.

"Is that so."

Kiyohara nodded slightly.

It seemed that the same events as in the original story were still unfolding; Kakashi losing his left eye and Obito awakening his Sharingan in a rage was truly a coincidence.

No, was it really a coincidence?

Kiyohara suddenly thought that in the ninja world, there was actually something called "fate."

Naruto was the "Child of Prophecy" destined by fate, and for the sake of this ethereal prophecy, Jiraiya had spent his entire life traveling the ninja world, rushing about everywhere.

When the Sage of Six Paths emerged from Naruto's mind, accompanied by the appearance of the nine Tailed Beast Chakra, the first words he spoke were:

"The time of the promise has come; the moment for the 'Child of Prophecy' to change the world has arrived."

As for the nine Tailed Beasts, they all wore expressions of realization.

This indicated that the Sage of Six Paths had spoken to them about this matter a thousand years ago.

"I have the Last Words Book. The butterfly effect of the future will only grow larger, but my strength is currently too weak; the wind I stir is still too small to change the present."

Kiyohara suddenly shook his head.

The Last Words Book originated from him, branching out into countless potential futures, and inherently contained the very essence of "variables."

"Hmph."

Taiseki let out a muffled grunt as he pulled out the Shuriken.

If anything were to happen to Kakkō, he would have no way of escaping on his own.

"I'll finish you off quickly."

Taiseki's left hand was already encased in thick rock, forming a massive fist.

He lunged forward violently, his rock fist whistling through the air as it smashed toward the spot where Kiyohara stood.

Earth Release: Rock Fist Technique!

"He's going to use the Rock Fist Technique."

The voice of Renegade Kiyohara echoed directly in Kiyohara's mind, carrying a hint of disdain.

"It seems he has cultivated all his abilities into stealth; his other techniques are nothing special."

"Half a step to the left, duck."

Kiyohara followed suit, the rock fist grazing his hair and whipping up a powerful gust of wind.

"Now, Lightning Release: Ground Flash."

Renegade Kiyohara commanded.

Kiyohara quickly formed the hand seals, and a vast arc of electricity spread across the ground.

Crackling!

The sound of electric arcs lingered, shattering the majority of the rock fist condensed on Taiseki's left hand.

"This brat can still cast ninjutsu."

Taiseki frowned.

He saw that Kiyohara was merely a commoner without a clan crest, so why was his Chakra volume still so high?

"I can't do it anymore, you take over."

Kiyohara felt a wave of lightheadedness.

He had already cast several ninjutsu in quick succession.

Moreover, he had not had a moment to rest since arriving, and if he hadn't taken a forbidden drug before coming, his Chakra would have been exhausted long ago.

Taiseki regained his footing, and his rock fist condensed once more. This time, he was more cautious, attempting to judge Kiyohara's position by sound.

"Too slow."

Renegade Kiyohara said softly.

Under his guidance, Kiyohara moved rapidly through the gray mist, each step landing precisely in Taiseki's blind spot.

"Right hand, Kunai, three inches upward."

Kiyohara acted accordingly, the Kunai accurately piercing the joint of Taiseki's right elbow.

Taiseki cried out in pain, and the Rock Fist Technique instantly collapsed, the rocks shattering and falling from his hand.

"How is this possible..."

Taiseki stared at Kiyohara in disbelief.

"You are clearly just a Genin..."

Kiyohara did not answer.

To speak would be to expose his position.

Rumble!

At that moment, a thunderous roar erupted from the ground, and the cave began to shake.

"The other Iwagakure Jonin has unleashed Earth Release: Rock Lodging Destruction."

Renegade Kiyohara warned.

Kiyohara nodded slightly.

This technique was typically used inside caves, causing rocks to fall from the ceiling and trigger a collapse.

This meant that Kakkō had already begun to use his lethal moves.

At this very moment, Kiyohara gripped the kunai in his hand, and taking advantage of the look of horror on Taiseki's face as he realized he couldn't escape, he instantly used a Shuriken to distract him.

"Everyone, run toward the exit!"

Kakashi shouted.

Seeing this, Kiyohara used his remaining Chakra to cast Wind Release: Great Breakthrough, blowing away the lime powder that had been shrouding the cave entrance.

Rumble, rumble...

Kiyohara was the first to run out, standing at the entrance to wait for the others.

Kurenai Yuhi and Genma Shiranui were both fast, dashing out in an instant.

Kakashi, however, was much slower; his injured left eye had created a blind spot in his vision.

Bang!

In the end, Kakashi was struck by a rock from his left blind spot.

Just as a massive boulder was about to fall and roll down, Obito pushed Kakashi out of the way, and with a loud crash, he was pinned beneath the boulder, with only half of his body visible.

Kiyohara vaguely felt a sense of profound, balls-aching sorrow.