Breath of Fire Ninjutsu Version

The provocative tone ignited the fury of the branch family members.

Before their leader, Otsutsuki Ikki, could even issue an order, a burly and simple-minded branch member could no longer restrain himself and charged toward Aoike.

"Damn brat of the main family, stop spouting nonsense!" He slammed a chakra-infused fist down hard toward Aoike.

Aoike's Sharingan watched his wide-open, flaw-ridden posture, his heart remaining completely calm.

When the distance between them was close enough, a simple kick to the chest sent the man flying back at an even greater speed.

Although it lacked the astonishing momentum of Lightning Style, the cracks appearing on the stone wall behind the branch member showed that the force of Aoike's kick was far from small.

In particular, the charred footprint on his chest still emitted the scent of scorched flesh.

"Too weak," Aoike jumped down from the high ground and landed steadily on the floor.

"There's no need to come out and embarrass yourself with this level of skill."

Otsutsuki Ikki reached out to hold back the clansmen who wanted to rush forward.

He studied Aoike's blood-red eyes, a look of confusion on his face.

"Uchiha?"

Once these words were spoken, many of the branch family members were stunned and began to whisper among themselves.

"Is it that evil Uchiha clan from Earth?"

"Why is he wearing the clothes of the main family?"

"The elders said they were the strongest in that failed world..."

"How did he get up here?"

"Who knows? We've been busy wiping out the main family lately. Once we have a greater Tenseigan, who cares about a family on Earth?"

"..."

As an Otsutsuki determined to destroy Earth, Ikki knew far more about the Uchiha than the other branch members.

If he were alone, it would be hard to say who would win against a Mangekyo, but with over a thousand elite branch members here, could they really fail to take down one Uchiha?

"Brat, I will show you just how false the courage your Mangekyo Sharingan gives you really is!"

He then coldly ordered, "Kill him."

Because of their isolated environment and detachment from Earth, the Otsutsuki clan on the moon possessed a relatively monotonous style of ninjutsu.

Under their leader's command, the numerous Otsutsuki released their ninjutsu in unison.

"Earth Style: Swamp Flow Technique!"

The rock and soil in front of Aoike instantly turned into a mire, pushed by chakra to form a wave of earth dozens of meters high, crashing down toward him.

Facing over a thousand people alone brought a massive pressure that made Aoike feel a long-lost sense of excitement.

His pace quickened in rhythm with his heartbeat. Before the wave of earth could crash down, he took a deep breath, expanding his lungs to their limit.

"Fire Style: Great Dragon Fire Technique!"

A ferocious dragon head confronted the swamp flow. The high temperature baked the flowing mud until it hardened, and to the shock of the Otsutsuki, it pierced through the Earth Style, burning a charred trail like a nail punching a hole through a fan.

The dragon-headed fireball exploded violently after gliding a certain distance, the residual heat causing even the Otsutsuki in the front row to feel a stinging burn.

"Is this guy even human?" The branch members behind, seeing Aoike charge into the front lines as if walking through an empty field, no longer dared to release large-scale ninjutsu.

With the Mangekyo Sharingan continuously active, Aoike was always able to react before danger arrived.

He grabbed the arm of someone attempting a sneak attack from behind, used their body to block an incoming strike, and before the companion could pull away, he slammed the man's head into the ground, killing another.

As he wove through the crowd, he moved like a phantom dancing in flames. Bodies and wounded men were constantly sent flying, bearing not only the marks of physical blows but also varying degrees of burns.

Aoike's basic attacks were enchanted and lethal. Otsutsuki Ikki hurriedly stopped his reckless clansmen, not daring to use more lives to exhaust Aoike's stamina.

Watching the enemies try to put distance between them, Aoike curled his lips. He used the nearest person as a stepping stone to leap out of the encirclement.

Then, without waiting for them to attack, he dropped into a lunge, aiming at the densest cluster of people.

"Flame Fist!"

Blazing fire erupted from Aoike's fist, swallowing dozens of people along its path.

The density of the formation caused the Otsutsuki to take the full brunt of the damage; had the Flame Fist been any more powerful, the casualties from this single blow could have doubled.

In less than ten minutes, nearly a hundred Otsutsuki branch members had died at Aoike's hands.

The remaining branch members were filled with horror. Looking at their mangled companions behind the flames, sweat slid down their cheeks—whether from the high heat or sheer terror, it was hard to tell.

"Use the puppets to stall him! Prepare a combined ninjutsu!"

Under Ikki's organization, over two hundred functional puppets launched a suicidal assault to delay Aoike's pace.

Shattering a blocking puppet with a Flame Fist, Aoike looked at the fly-like iron lumps and the Otsutsuki branch members preparing large-scale ninjutsu in the back, deciding to hold back no longer.

He tore off his damaged sleeve and said in a low voice, "Puppets don't feel pain."

While Ikki was still trying to understand the meaning of those words, Aoike drew a ninja blade from his scroll, his chakra pouring into the blade in an endless stream.

Under the output of unreserved energy, the blade instantly turned crimson red.

At this moment, the puppet's attack was less than a centimeter away from Aoike.

"Breath of Fire, Fourth Form: Winding Flame."

In an instant, an orange-red sun erupted!

The flames swirled around Aoike like a vortex, dragging everything nearby into the inferno.

The scorching temperature felt searingly hot against the skin.

Dozens of Otsutsuki branch family members who were controlling the puppets nearby didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted away and reduced to charred husks.

As the firelight died down, Aoike, having had a massive amount of chakra drained in an instant, knelt on one knee. His Fire Release Chakra Mode was forced to deactivate, and the disintegrating chakra cloak scattered onto the ground as bright red particles.

The battlefield seemed to have been wiped clean in a single stroke, and only now did the people on the moon truly understand what kind of opponent they were facing.

This Breath of Fire technique was something Aoike had mimicked using his Fire Release Chakra Mode; both its defensive capabilities and the inherent offensive properties of the flames were formidable, with the only drawback being that it consumed too much chakra.

The Otsutsuki sensed this weakness and, seizing the rare opportunity, dared not give Aoike any chance to catch his breath.

"Water Style: Great Waterfall Technique!"

"Lightning Style: Ground Flash!"

"Lightning Style: Thunder Fang!"

"Fire Style: Bomb Blast!"