Cursed Tongue Eradication Jutsu

"Cover your ears," Rasa said softly, dozens of kunai flying out from beneath his cloak.

This attire wasn't just for show; at the very least, it was useful for carrying ninja tools.

Yahiko and Konan were slightly startled, but they reacted quickly, obediently covering their ears while anticipating Rasa's next move.

The Microwave Radar spread out, pinpointing the exact locations of dozens of enemies through echo detection as the kunai passed through the Gold Dust barrier.

Then, they suddenly accelerated, breaking the sound barrier as they shot toward every enemy. A thunderous roar erupted in an instant; even though Yahiko and Konan had covered their ears in advance, they still felt their eardrums ache.

The improvement in precision allowed Rasa to do more than just use the Railgun; his control over metal had also reached a much higher level.

The enemies who had already exposed their positions faced kunai that had just broken the sound barrier, striking them in the throat, heart, or brain—not a single shot missed its intended target.

For those who hadn't revealed themselves, hiding behind giant trees, rocks, and various other forms of cover, Rasa used his new ability: a Railgun with an initial velocity of Mach 4.

Each kunai generated sparks from intense air friction, its temperature rising sharply as it used kinetic energy to smash through trees and rocks alike.

Every enemy hiding behind cover was killed; the immense kinetic energy either blasted open their chests, tore through their throats, or caused their entire heads to vanish.

Gaudy, brilliant flowers of death bloomed throughout the dense forest, fleeting and transient—their blooming period even shorter than the Epiphyllum, known as the Beauty Under the Moon, which most people are destined never to see in their entire lives.

Cherry blossoms bloom for only one season; true love happens only once. If you are only lonely, please do not say you love me.jpg

As the Gold Dust barrier slowly retracted, Yahiko and Konan were struck with terror, trembling slightly.

Corpses littered the ground, their deaths appearing strangely peaceful. From the expressions on the faces of those who still had heads, it was clear they had experienced almost no pain before they died.

The pain lasted only for an instant.

Rasa curled his fingers slightly, retrieving the ninja tools that had suffered little wear.

Frugality is a virtue; as long as he saved and saved, then spent a little chakra to create a few tons of Gold Dust, he would surely be able to build a fortune.

"More powerful than the legends say. Dozens of well-coordinated ninjas didn't even last three seconds!"

Yahiko exclaimed in genuine admiration. Killing ninjas wasn't as simple as slaughtering pigs; even if you possessed high-powered techniques, you still needed the enemy to stay put and be able to land the hit.

The speed of Rasa's strike had transcended the limits of a ninja. With a single move, enemies no matter where they were hiding were all killed.

It was no wonder he could stir up such a massive storm in the Shinobi World, and no wonder he could force the Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, to concede.

With such shocking speed and formidable technique power, any ninja who lacked special abilities or tricks was just delivering takeout, no matter how many of them came.

A weapon of war, a man who could fight ten thousand—the title was well-deserved.

"Lord Rasa, what is the name of this technique?" Konan asked softly.

Such a powerful move must have an equally impressive name; every time Nagato developed a new technique, he would give it a name.

This was just a common application of Electromagnetic Force; did throwing dozens of ninja tools at once really count as a technique?

Rasa adjusted his conical hat and pondered for a moment. Since Minato Namikaze could come up with so many flashy and cool names, he, as the Fourth Kazekage, couldn't show weakness.

"If I must give it a name, then let it be: 'Green hat, green cape, no need to return through the slanting wind and drizzle.'"

"That's a bit long." Konan tilted her head, her finger tapping her cheek.

"No need to return through the slanting wind and drizzle" was fitting enough, though the colors of his hat and cloak didn't quite match.

"You will understand later that I am not just long-winded about technique names."

Not just technique names... could it be... an alias?

Konan couldn't help but recall something Rasa had once said: Himura Kenshin's real name is very long...

Rasa stepped forward, arriving before several corpses to check if they bore any special symbols or marks.

Prying open the mouth of one corpse and seeing the familiar black mark on the tongue, Rasa's pupils constricted.

Cursed Tongue Eradication Seal.

A sealing technique exclusive to Root. Danzo placed this curse on the tongues of his members so that those affected could not speak of anything related to Danzo.

Truly the Pot of Shinobi. It was a pity that even though Danzo could conceive of the genius method of using wooden ninja tools, it was useless.

Even if he only had a long blade, he could still slaughter his way through thousands of troops without losing a single hair.

Yahiko and Konan hurried over to help check the information on the bodies. After a busy moment, they sighed with regret: "What a pity. If you had left one alive, Lord Rasa, we might have known who wanted to assassinate you."

How could they not regret it?

Viewing the memories of the deceased from their brains was a relatively rare ability in the Shinobi World; not many people knew such a technique.

As it happened, neither Yahiko nor Konan knew it.

"It doesn't matter. This kind of assassination has no effect on me. If one's strength doesn't reach a certain level, it's useless no matter how many come."

Rasa said calmly, then added: "Besides, even without leaving a survivor, I know who ordered this assassination."

Yahiko and Konan nodded. Indeed, if Rasa's abilities weren't so suppressive to ordinary ninjas, he wouldn't have caused such an uproar in the Shinobi World, forcing even Ōnoki to issue such regulations.

Hearing the second half of Rasa's sentence, Konan looked up, puzzled: "Lord Rasa, who is it that tried to assassinate you? Is it someone we know?"

At the very least, she could be sure it wasn't anyone from the Akatsuki, but if it were someone they knew, there might be trouble—what if they were implicated?

Rasa smiled and said gently: "It is a very foolish person. You both know him, and yet you do not."

Konan felt a bit bewildered and couldn't quite grasp the meaning; these big shots were always like this, saying only half of what they meant and leaving others half-confused.

Why is it that when some leaders delegate tasks, they dislike being too straightforward?

Because if everything is laid out clearly and you follow instructions, but the final result falls short of expectations, who takes the blame?

Rasa had already mastered a fundamental quality of those in power: never take the fall.

"What do we do now? Should we continue forward?" Konan asked with concern.

She hoped Rasa would continue on to attend the peace conference, as this was Yahiko's dream. On the other hand, she didn't want to see Rasa assassinated.

"Of course we continue forward. They are just a bunch of rats; consider it a post-meal workout," Rasa said casually.

A few dozen people weren't even enough to help him stretch his limbs.

At dusk, the three of them finally arrived outside Amegakure. The drizzle fell like needles, and the scenery was pleasant; if not for the fact that the sun was never seen here, it would have been a paradise on earth.

Inside Amegakure, atop a high ridge, two middle-aged to elderly ninjas stood still, holding binoculars to watch Rasa in the distance.

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