Jashin-sama, please grant me power

Clearly, the scene they had imagined did not come to pass.

The moment before the water lid descended, a massive, dark red centipede-like appendage erupted from the "water pot" and drove itself deep into the rock.

Shiraishi Mori leaped out from between the four stone walls.

His thick Weihe burst with astonishing power, swinging the massive boulder attached to his tail like a meteor hammer.

Seeing this, the ninjas' faces were etched with disbelief.

"You've got to be kidding, right?"

Whether they believed it or not, Shiraishi Mori swung the rock with all his might, sending it crashing down from mid-air like a falling star!

"Scatter, quickly!"

The six ninjas scrambled to disperse; an attack of this magnitude was simply not something ninjas, with their high offense and low defense, could withstand.

After all, the role of a ninja was that of an assassin, and only a very small number possessed powerful physiques.

At the very least, these six were merely ordinary individuals among the ninja ranks.

The rock slammed into the ground, causing the entire ship to shake violently.

Amidst the tremors, Shiraishi Mori planted one foot against a stone wall.

The terrifying force shattered the wall instantly, and his figure appeared before one of the ninjas in the blink of an eye.

It was the very guy who had just used Earth Style: Ground Lift.

Before he could even form a hand seal, a bright red slash arrived; the lightning-fast Rinkaku severed his neck in a heartbeat.

"This guy's attack speed is too fast—we absolutely cannot let him get close!"

The ninjas present were quite experienced in combat and quickly analyzed the characteristics of the monster before them.

"Understood."

The Lightning Style user wiped his mouth, formed a seal, and slammed his hand onto the ground.

"Lightning Style: Earth Net!"

He repeated his previous tactic, and countless arcs of electricity spread out from his hand.

Unfortunately, Shiraishi Mori was not merely a speed-type fighter.

He pushed off the ground with his feet, relying on his immense strength to soar into the sky once more.

The electricity spreading across the ground was completely ineffective against him.

Not only that, but the centipede-like Weihe behind him rapidly extended, acting like a spear that could stretch at will, thrusting toward the enemy from the air.

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

A scorching, searing fireball erupted from another ninja's mouth, flying straight toward Shiraishi Mori.

Caught in mid-air, Shiraishi Mori had nowhere to dodge this strike.

"BOOM!"

The moment the fireball made contact with Shiraishi Mori, it transformed into an endless inferno that swallowed him whole, the blast wave from the explosion rapidly expanding in all directions.

Surely an explosion this intense would cause him some damage, right?

The ninjas held their breath, watching intently.

After all, among all ninjutsu, Fire Style possessed the most direct offensive power; even a monster like this couldn't possibly remain unscathed under such an attack.

That thought vanished the moment the smoke screen was torn apart.

A thick, red Weihe sliced through the dense smoke, piercing the Lightning Style ninja's body with a single thrust.

The width of the Weihe did not exceed that of a human body, but the terrifying impact that accompanied it shattered all the flesh and blood around the ninja, causing him to be severed at the waist by Shiraishi Mori's single blow!

The scent of blood spread rapidly.

The sight of someone being cut in half brought a massive psychological shock to everyone watching.

At least, that was the case for the remaining four ninjas.

They began to hesitate, wondering if they should really risk their lives for money.

Looking at the charred marks on Shiraishi Mori's armor, they grew doubtful—could the four of them really defeat this monster?

After all, if even Fire Style couldn't finish this guy off, did they really have any better options?

Faced with their hesitation, Shiraishi Mori reached out and ripped the scorched exoskeleton away with a violent tug!

As the charred exoskeleton was discarded, a large patch of raw, red flesh was exposed to the air.

But soon, it seemed as if countless insects were crawling beneath Shiraishi Mori's skin; a massive amount of energy was triggered within his body, and before long, the injured area was covered by a new exoskeleton.

Everything looked as good as new!

"Too weak! You are all far too weak!"

Shiraishi Mori radiated a violent, tyrannical aura, and the entire arena was shrouded in an atmosphere of pure terror.

"How are we supposed to fight this?"

The ninjas present were stunned.

They were merely a group of chunin, and the offensive ninjutsu they had mastered were limited; as it turned out, not a single one could have any effect on this monster!

This battle could not continue.

Subconsciously, the four of them exchanged glances and made a decisive choice.

Run!

They simultaneously performed the most basic Body Flicker Technique, sprinting off in different directions.

"Hrrgh."

Seeing this scene, Shiraishi Mori let out an incredibly hoarse roar from deep within his throat.

This roar was like the call of a wolf king, and the eyes of the surrounding Ghouls instantly flared with crimson light.

After only a moment of hesitation, they spontaneously charged toward the fleeing ninjas and, relying on their numerical advantage, surrounded them completely.

These ninjas had been through several major battles, and both their physical stamina and the Chakra within their bodies had bottomed out.

Coupled with the overwhelming numerical advantage, the Ghouls quickly and brutally slaughtered the four ninjas.

Of course, under the ninjas' desperate counterattacks, the Ghouls still suffered a certain number of casualties.

But this was irrelevant to Shiraishi Mori; at this moment, he was walking step by step, firmly, toward Sakamoto.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"You bastards, how dare you lay a hand on me, damn you!"

Sakamoto pulled out a weapon in a fit of rage.

It was a Kunai Gun, looking somewhat like a crossbow, except the loaded arrows had been replaced with the kunai common to this world.

"Go to hell! Just die already!"

He frantically pulled the trigger, and one kunai after another pierced the air with a whistling sound, flying toward Shiraishi Mori.

However, Shiraishi Mori didn't care at all, continuing to walk forward, step by step, on his own.

The kunai, which possessed enough power to pierce human bone, landed on Shiraishi Mori's pitch-black exoskeleton, but aside from sparking, they had no effect whatsoever.

As the kunai fell powerlessly to the ground one by one, emitting clanging sounds, Sakamoto's mental state gradually collapsed.

He did not understand, nor could he comprehend, why a little brat could obtain such terrifying power in such a short amount of time.

Above them, Simu seemed to see through Sakamoto's thoughts and suddenly said, "This is the power of Lord Jashin, Mr. Sakamoto."

This sentence struck Sakamoto like a bolt of lightning, leaving him frozen on the spot.

"The power of Lord Jashin?"

"That's right, I also have the power of Lord Jashin!"

His eyes erupted with a terrifying light; he threw the Kunai Gun in his hand to the ground and opened the black briefcase he was carrying.

Blood-colored Kagune were instantly displayed before him.

"Hahahaha, I also have the power of Lord Jashin!"

Sakamoto's eyes widened to their limit; in this situation, he could no longer care about anything else, reaching out his hand to grab four or five Kagune and stuffing them into his mouth.

Then, his other hand grabbed another four or five, continuing to shove them into his mouth.

He roared frantically, his entire being consumed by madness:

"Lord Jashin, grant me power!"