The True Form of the Forbidden Trump Card and the Devouring of Chakra

A deathly silence.

The only things Hyuga Hiashi could hear were the frantic pounding of his own heart in his chest and the buzzing in his ears as blood rushed past them.

The dark blue freezing mist that had obscured everything slowly parted to either side under the horrified gazes of every Hyuga clansman, like a curtain being torn apart by invisible hands.

A massive, twisted outline that completely defied the ethics of life was finally exposed amid the ice and snow.

"Urgh—"

A young branch-family ninja could no longer endure the overwhelming visual impact. His stomach churned violently, and he bent over on the spot, dry-heaving.

No one mocked his loss of composure.

Because everyone present, including the battle-hardened Hyuga Hiashi, had gone deathly pale, all color drained from their faces.

That was not a living creature at all, but a nightmare creation forcibly stitched together!

It stood three meters tall. Half of its enormous body was made of grotesque muscles covered in rough bark and knotted with savage wooden tumors, while the other half was decayed flesh—pale, swollen, and veined with dark blue ice crystals.

The two utterly incompatible tissues had been forcibly sewn together by a rough black substance resembling surgical thread. Down the center of its body ran an ugly, vicious scar like a centipede.

Its head resembled a pumpkin smashed apart and haphazardly pieced back together. It had no eyes, no nose, only a huge cavity that repeatedly opened and closed, spilling icy cold air as a substitute for a mouth.

On the bark-covered right half of its body, a face resembling the markings Senju Hashirama bore in Sage Mode bulged outward like a malignant tumor. Yet there was not the slightest trace of divinity on that face, only endless distortion and pain.

"The First