Heavenly Curse Seal: State One!

"Even among geniuses, there is a gap. Their talent is but the glimmer of fireflies, while I am the midday sun that commands the day and night!"

"Tonight is the first time I have ever killed, so consider it your honor—and your misfortune."

"Before my Chakra runs dry, you will not be able to keep me here!"

The voice of Bai Lin echoed through the camp, carrying an unquestionable arrogance.

"Inoue, do not underestimate this Konoha brat; his strength is completely disproportionate to his age." The wounded Jonin clutched his charred ribs, his voice raspy yet urgent. "Look at his eyes!"

"Eyes?" The group looked toward where Bai Lin's eyes were, and sure enough, they saw three tomoe spinning within his pupils, staring straight at them.

"Three-Tomoe Sharingan! It's the Uchiha Clan from Konoha!"

"How can this be? Have Konoha ninja already arrived in the vicinity?"

"Damn it! Even so, we of the Land of Rain are not to be trifled with."

Inoue frowned and ordered his men to keep an eye on the surroundings, lest other Konoha ninja be lurking in the shadows.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Hahahaha..."

Bai Lin covered one eye with a single hand and let out a manic Uchiha laugh. The cyan-blue lightning on his Kusanagi Sword trembled with his laughter, and his Three-Tomoe Sharingan shone brilliantly in the night. "Rest assured, I am the only one here. There is no one else."

He took a step forward, his Lightning Style Chakra carving a circle of pale blue electric patterns into the ground.

"I have one request—"

"Either I kill all of you, or you are all killed by me!"

"Use your full strength to entertain me! After all, this is your final battle."

"What is there to fear! He's just a brat who awakened the Three-Tomoe!" a hot-tempered Chunin roared.

"What a bold little brat. Just because you think you're talented, you don't put a group of us in your eyes?"

"Hmph! Just a fool who thinks that because he performed well among his peers, everyone else must be trampled under his feet!"

"Today, I'll show you that ginger is spicier when it's old!"

"Your Sharingan belongs to me now!"

Bai Lin looked to be only about twelve years old, and being alone in their encirclement, they couldn't help but feel contempt.

Even if he were a genius of Konoha, there would be no chance for regret in this situation.

Inoue commanded: "Everyone, listen up! Attack with everything you have! I want to see if you, this Uchiha brat, can withstand a full-force strike from us Amegakure ninja!"

Dozens of Amegakure ninja responded simultaneously, their Chakra erupting without reservation.

Water Style, Earth Style, and Wind Style ninjutsu wove together into an overwhelming net of attacks, accompanied by a barrage of ninja tools, causing the entire camp to tremble.

"Water Style: Great Waterfall Technique!"

"Earth Style: Earth Flow Wall!"

"Wind Style: Wind Cutter!"

Three high-level ninjutsu slammed toward Bai Lin simultaneously. The water surged like a river, the earth wall stood tall like a mountain, and the wind blades were as sharp as knives. The three formed a pincer formation, sealing off all escape routes.

"Do you also wish to dance?"

Instead of fear, a scorching battle intent ignited in Bai Lin's eyes. This was the first time since gaining his power that he could unleash it without restraint.

There was no need for caution; he only needed to let himself go completely.

His Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun at high speed, instantly analyzing the flaws in every ninjutsu.

His hands moved at an extreme speed, weaving seals as Lightning Style Chakra surged wildly through his body: "Lightning Style: Chidori Sharp Spear!"

In an instant, he dismantled the ninjutsu of several men one by one.

"What?" Inoue's pupils shrank; he could not believe his eyes.

Bai Lin broke through the blockade of the three ninjutsu, his figure rapidly closing in on one of the ninja.

There were many Jonin among the Amegakure ranks, and they reacted quickly.

"Such speed!"

"Not good! Defend!" Two Jonin nearby reacted with lightning speed, weaving seals simultaneously: "Water Style: Water Wall!"

"Earth Style: Earth Flow Wall!"

Two defensive ninjutsu formed instantly, a water wall and an earth wall overlapping to block Bai Lin's assault.

But a cold sneer curled the corner of Bai Lin's mouth as the lightning on his Chidori Blade extended further: "Lightning Style: Chidori Sharp Spear!"

He easily pierced through the two defensive ninjutsu, the Kusanagi Sword pointing straight at the center of the Chunin's brow.

"No!" The ninja's face turned pale, and he hurriedly raised his Kunai to block.

How could a regular Kunai withstand a Kusanagi Sword imbued with lightning-natured Chakra? The blade pierced through his brow without the slightest obstruction.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing a Chunin. Obtained 200,000 ryo.]

Bai Lin heard the system prompt again, a look of pleasure appearing on his face.

"As expected, killing enemies on the battlefield is what truly brings joy!"

"Damn brat!" Inoue watched as Bai Lin dispatched one of his comrades with such ease, shocked to his core by the boy's strength.

"This brat's blade is sharp; avoid clashing with him using Kunai."

Dozens of Shuriken whistled through the air toward Bai Lin, accompanied by several Ninjutsu attacks from all directions, sealing off every possible path of retreat.

Bai Lin frowned; he was adept at dealing with ninja tools and standard Ninjutsu, but he was helpless against poison.

Ten minutes later.

Bai Lin leaned on his Kusanagi Sword, gasping for air, his chest heaving violently.

Of the twenty-some Amegakure ninja who had surrounded him, only four Jonin remained alive.

All the Chunin and Genin had been eliminated during the skirmish.

"I didn't expect there to be eight Jonin among you; I was careless." Bai Lin stared fixedly at the four men.

Although his strength and Chakra reserves were significantly higher than those of a standard Jonin, facing eight of them alone was still an overwhelming challenge.

If not for their mastery of Genjutsu and poison, which had forced him to hold back on several occasions, he could have achieved a better result—perhaps even taken down one more.

Even so, he had exhausted his strength to eliminate four of their Jonin.

"Brat... your Chakra is running dry, isn't it?" Inoue clutched his chest, scorched by lightning, his voice hoarse yet laced with malice. "You are indeed strong, but in the end, you are just a child. You won't last much longer!"

The remaining three Jonin slowly closed in, their hands moving through seals with sluggish but lethal intent. "As expected of a Konoha genius. Even if you are more talented than Tsunade, Jiraiya, or Orochimaru, you are nothing but a lamb to the slaughter now!"

"Chakra is running low. It seems I have no choice but to use my trump card," Bai Lin muttered to himself.

Bai Lin raised his head, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan still shining brilliantly, though a hint of exhaustion lingered in his eyes.

He licked his cracked lips, a defiant, cold smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Running dry? Not even close!"

"Heaven Curse Mark: State One!"

Bai Lin let out a low shout and slammed his left hand onto his left shoulder. Black curse mark patterns spread instantly like vines, crawling up his neck and across half his face.

The scarlet markings complemented his Three-Tomoe Sharingan, radiating an unsettling, evil aura.

"What is this?" Inoue and the three Jonin turned pale, recoiling instinctively as they felt the terrifying aura suddenly erupting from Bai Lin.

This fluctuation of Chakra did not belong to any standard elemental transformation, nor did it resemble ordinary secret arts; it carried a sense of oppression that transcended conventional combat power, chilling them to the bone.

"I really didn't want to use this trump card. It's too ugly; it ruins my image."

"That's why I didn't use it right away—because it's ugly."

"Ugly, so I refuse!"