Samehada broke free of its bandages, every barb standing on end as it opened its bloody maw and bared its gruesome fangs.
Suikazan Fuguki gripped it in his hands and brought it crashing down.
"Die! I've been waiting for this chance, waiting for you to let your guard down.
Your swordsmanship has truly reached a level that lets you look down on the entire Shinobi World, but in the end, you're just a swordsman. You don't have the ruthless heart of a ninja!"
Without a ruthless heart, you couldn't stand your ground.
Suikazan Fuguki's face twisted into a frenzy. He could almost see what would happen the next instant: Rasa's head bursting open under his blade.
"Oh, is that so?" Rasa stared ahead, too lazy even to raise his eyes. Electromagnetic Force, move!
The Kubikiribōchō in Biwa Juzo's hands suddenly tore itself from his grasp. It shot straight through Suikazan Fuguki's back from behind and burst out through his chest.
Rasa reached out with his left hand and grasped the Kubikiribōchō's hilt. He examined it and praised it. "So this is the Kubikiribōchō, one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen's blades, capable of regenerating itself?
Not bad. I like it."
Suikazan Fuguki's movements stopped abruptly. The Kubikiribōchō had destroyed his internal organs. Samehada fell from his hands and twitched twice on the ground before Rasa's glare made it too afraid to move again.
Samehada wasn't exactly metal. It was more like a living creature than a greatsword. It had once been the Three-Tails' lackey, clinging to its belly and cleaning up the leftovers.
You could think of Samehada as the Altar Cleanser.
Rasa's current Electromagnetic Force couldn't directly control or affect Samehada. It wasn't metal. But since it was alive, it could be killed.
Samehada had enough sense to fear Rasa like a tiger. It lay quietly, like a little punk.
Blood poured from Suikazan Fuguki's chest. Clutching the wound with one hand, he turned around with difficulty and stared at Biwa Juzo in confusion and shock.
We were supposed to be brothers, and you're stabbing me?
"Don't look at me like that. You're making it seem like I'm the traitor.
Why would I attack you? The blade just wouldn't obey me!"
I'm more wronged than Dou E! Biwa Juzo had never encountered anything so bizarre. If he couldn't explain himself, he'd be branded a traitor.
Though even if he explained everything, it wouldn't make much difference. He might still be dead in a few seconds.
Kisame Hoshigaki and Ringo Ameyuri wore strange expressions, too. They'd just been suspecting someone else, but as it turned out, the biggest shot of them all was the traitor.
"Other than me, no sword may have another god.
I will punish all who defy me.
I will show mercy to all who follow me.
Before me, no blade may serve another master.
If it does, then I, Saint Roronoa Himura Kenshin Dracule Mihawk Ashina Isshin Shanks Sakata Gintoki Reinhard van Astrea Zoro—
God of the Sword, will not hold it guiltless."
Holding a blade in each hand, Rasa glanced at Samehada on the ground. He casually adapted a passage from the Ten Commandments in the Bible, showing off and fleshing out this Alias's persona.
Invisible Electromagnetic Force closed around Samehada. Sensing danger, it obediently folded away every barb, pretending nothing had happened, and lay on the ground like a dead fish.
Without moving a muscle.
Biwa Juzo, Kisame Hoshigaki, and the others seemed to understand, but were even more shocked.
Rasa's claim to be the Sword God clearly wasn't just because of his superb swordsmanship. What he'd said was probably aimed at Samehada and the Kubikiribōchō.
The Kubikiribōchō had turned traitor and pierced Suikazan Fuguki, while Samehada lay on the ground pretending to be dead. Rasa could probably command every weapon named after a blade.
So this was what it meant to be the Sword God. This humble underling understood.
The men thought that if they were lucky enough to escape with their lives today, they'd have to suggest renaming the Seven Ninja Swordsmen's weapons. The Kubikiribōchō could become the Headsman's Axe, and Samehada could become the Samehada Sledgehammer...
They gathered their thoughts, only to find themselves troubled by the situation all over again. A powerful enemy stood before them, striking fast and true, taking them out one by one.
Hand Seals were out of the question; there wouldn't be time. They could only fight with Taijutsu—and now their weapons had turned against them, too. How were they supposed to fight?
There was no way to win. They might as well wait to die.
Suikazan Fuguki refused to give up. He still wanted to make one last desperate attempt, so he let go of his wound and allowed the blood to gush freely.
Squeezing every last bit of chakra from every cell in his body, he laughed maniacally. "A Kage Level fighter, the God of the Sword?
I refuse to believe in this nonsense! You call yourself the Sword God? Let's see what sword technique you use to block this!"
Hashirama Senju had taught us one thing: if you had enough chakra, you didn't need Hand Seals to use ninjutsu.
Suikazan Fuguki didn't have that much chakra, but even he could manage an unsealed technique when fighting for his life.
His orange hair suddenly burst outward, each strand stiff and sharp as a steel needle. It nearly engulfed Rasa, raining down like a waterfall in a storm.
"Take this, Rasa! Ninjutsu: Needle Senbon, one-and-a-half-meter radius!"
It was a technique similar to Jiraiya's Wild Lion's Mane Technique. Now, fueled by all of Suikazan Fuguki's chakra, its power had greatly increased. Any jonin or elite jonin would be killed on the spot.
"Those who wield blades must die by blades.
Today, I grant you the highest honor."
Showing off was second nature to him. Rasa pointed one blade to the sky and the other to the ground, then murmured, "Niten Ichi-ryū: Six Paths, Five Rings—Kurikara Heavenly Image!"
Electromagnetic Force, move!
Electricity crackled across the large and small blades, converging behind Rasa to form a Thunder Buddha eight feet tall.
It had three faces and four arms, each face vividly expressing joy, anger, or sorrow. Every arm wielded a long sword of lightning. Its divine might was like a prison, striking terror into the heart.
It was just for show, really, made of ionized particles gathered together to create a high voltage.
But who didn't love a flashy move?
With a soft shout, Rasa swung his blade. The Thunder Buddha behind him slashed down, lightning raging as it destroyed the orange hair, now saturated with chakra.
The second sword came down, and the high voltage struck Suikazan Fuguki. His muscles, bones, internal organs, and brain were all blasted until they were scorched inside and out.
This wasn't some useless Lightning Release like Chidori, which could only be used to stab people. In terms of destructive power, it could rival the lightning of nature.
Suikazan Fuguki hit the ground.
Rasa looked ahead. Biwa Juzo, who had just been disarmed with true Bare-Handed Blade Snatching, had already retreated to the end of the corridor. He looked ready to smash through the wall to escape.
Boom!
Boom!
The Thunder Buddha brought down two more swords, blasting Biwa Juzo to death where he stood. Then it broke down into ions and vanished.
Rasa turned his thoughts to the Starry Sky Vortex in his mind. [Points: 455]
Points +1... +1...
His points had increased by more than a hundred. He'd probably earned them by killing so many people. The biggest direct impact was that Might Duy's future record would be a little shorter.
It shouldn't be long before he could raise [Electromagnetic Force Intensity] to Lv. 1.
Pretty damn good.
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