As a living being not protected by a summoning contract, ordinary people could rarely withstand the risks of reverse summoning.
As for someone like Jiraiya, who had accidentally sent himself intact to Mount Myoboku, one of the three great sacred lands, before even signing a contract—the odds of that happening were so low they could be ignored.
But for Hanzo, surrounded on all sides and carelessly poisoned, remaining on the front lines meant nothing but death...
Therefore, even with only a thirty percent chance, he could only risk his life on one last gamble!
Fortunately!
The demigod had Fate's favor this time.
The Reverse Summoning Technique successfully sent him back to the swamps of the Land of Rain where Ibuse dwelled, temporarily freeing him from the Sand Ninja's relentless pursuit.
After swiftly stopping the bleeding and injecting the antidote he carried into his body, his old life was finally spared from ending on the spot.
However, just as he emerged from Ibuse's mouth and lamented seeing daylight again, the instincts he had honed over years of walking the line between life and death immediately made every hair on the demigod's body stand on end!
His pupils shrank sharply, and all his attention was instantly seized by the white-haired ninja standing amid the drizzle with a short blade strapped to his back.
Compared to the pressure Mekiya Ruri and her large force of humanoid puppet troops had created with their all-sided ambush, this lone swordsman seemed more like a cold-blooded reaper...
"Hatake Sakumo!"
Hanzo gritted his teeth and forced out that terrifying name almost one word at a time.
But his only response was the fleeting, razor-sharp gleam of a short blade leaving its sheath...
—The purest chakra condensed into the purest killing intent, and the purest expert unleashed the purest