Kamimusubi

At night, in an oasis within the Land of Wind, a carriage traveled slowly along the road.

Senju Genma sat on the carriage, gazing at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

He truly felt that the moon in the world of the Hokage was larger, whiter, and rounder than the one in his previous life, making him unable to resist the urge to explore it.

After occupying the Land of River, the Hidden Sand Village had immediately plundered its resources; while this failed to solve the root problems, it had, to a certain extent, eased domestic tensions.

Along the way, one could still see ragged pedestrians; although they were not living well, they were at least not starving to death for the time being.

Senju Genma felt a sense of pity for them.

Because these people might one day become his subjects.

If he were not on a mission, he might have taken the time to properly patrol this town.

It was just a pity that now was not the time.

Beneath the town lay the base of the Hidden Sand Village troops.

Unlike the commoners who walked under the sun on the surface, ninjas preferred these hidden underground facilities that never saw the light of day.

Not far in front of Senju Genma, two Sand Ninja guards were patrolling; they had not discovered Senju Genma, who was hidden in the shadows.

"Sage Art: Wood Release: Wood Clone!"

Senju Genma looked at the Sand Ninja before him as four Wood Clones appeared behind him, then flashed away into black shadows.

In a short while, a rectangular barrier of transparent purple flames unfolded at the north, south, east, and west sides of the base.

Four Violet Flames Formation!

"Now the mission target won't be able to run."

"Who's there?" Seeing the stranger who had suddenly appeared before them and the massive purple barrier, the patrolling ninjas were filled with vigilance.

Senju Genma spread his hands. "You are surrounded by me now. Send Makima out to meet her death!"

One guard barked sternly, "Arrogant!"

The other guard chimed in, "This is our territory. Do you have any idea how many of us there are? You dare to break in all by yourself?"

Senju Genma had not come here to chat with them.

He raised his head, his eyes shifting into the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, a red light flickering within them with an eerie beauty.

Genjutsu: Mangekyo Sharingan!

The two guards instantly lost focus, their expressions turning dull as they fell into the genjutsu.

Senju Genma asked, "Tell me, where is Makima?"

The guards replied blankly, "In the command room on the third underground level."

"Third underground level, command room." Senju Genma muttered, releasing his perception. Sure enough, he sensed a relatively powerful chakra on the third underground level.

"Found you. Many thanks!" Senju Genma thanked them politely, and the two guards collapsed to the ground.

Because Senju Genma had not made a deliberate effort to hide himself, the sensory ninjas in the base had also discovered him.

"Intruder! The main entrance has been breached!"

The troops in the base quickly gathered in the passage leading to the main entrance. They raised kunai or drew shuriken, looking at Senju Genma with hostile eyes.

Silvery-white chakra enveloped Senju Genma's entire body, forming the ribs of the Susanoo, and he continued to advance as if no one else were there.

"Damn Konoha ninja, daring to break into the territory of us Sand Ninja! Kill without mercy!"

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Kunai and shuriken flew toward Senju Genma from all directions, only to strike the Susanoo and be deflected away.

"How can this be? I've never seen such a technique!"

"The attacks have absolutely no effect!"

"Those red eyes, are they the Sharingan of Konoha?"

"No, that's not right. I've seen the Konoha Sharingan on the battlefield; they have tomoe in their eyes. These are different, and they don't have this kind of ability!"

"There is no such thing as an invincible defense in this world; it's just that the power of the kunai and shuriken isn't enough. Use puppets and ninjutsu!" A brown-haired ninja in the crowd spoke up, taking out a scroll.

Seeing this, the other ninjas also pulled out their scrolls.

As the bursts of white smoke dissipated, wooden puppets instantly filled the passage.

A red-robed, four-armed puppet was the first to charge at Senju Genma.

A massive bone arm grew from the ribs of the Susanoo, grabbed the puppet in front, and squeezed gently, crushing it to pieces.

More puppets followed in its wake, gathering together in layers that were dizzying to behold, shielding the Sand Ninja behind them.

The Sand Ninja who were not puppeteers were not idle either; using the puppets as cover, they unleashed ninjutsu at Senju Genma.

"Wind Release: Pressure Damage!"

"Wind Release: Wind Cutter Technique!"

"Wind Release: Wind Blade!"

"Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!" Senju Genma raised one hand to his chest, effortlessly unleashing the fire ninjutsu the Uchiha clan took such pride in. A massive wave of flames, vast as the sea, erupted from his mouth, engulfing the puppets and the Sand Ninja alike.

Having finished learning the ninjutsu within the Senju Clan Grounds, Senju Genma finally understood that Senju Tobirama had truly kept the Uchiha clan in his thoughts.

To study the Uchiha clan, he had actually archived every single one of their common ninjutsu.

"Ah!!"

"No, don't!!"

"Damn it!!!"

The Sand Ninja were not skilled in Water Release; under this wide-range, inescapable fire ninjutsu, they could offer no effective resistance, only letting out screams before vanishing into the flames.

The sensory ninja spoke in a panic: "Lady Makima, the unit sent to intercept has been completely wiped out!"

"Damn it, what on earth is going on? That was forty ninja, including Chunin and Jonin—is that guy a monster?" Makima was drenched in cold sweat from fear.

Even though he was an elite Jonin, he couldn't possibly kill forty ninja in such a short amount of time!

"My Lord, ah!"

"What is it?" Makima looked at his subordinate in terror, unable to comprehend why the man had suddenly begun to spontaneously combust.

Looking down, he saw that the ground where the sensory ninja stood had turned into molten lava, while the rest of the floor remained normal.

This bizarre sight made Makima want to flee, but his body refused to move.

A tearing sensation followed, and his body seemed to be sliced apart; his lower half remained standing motionless on the ground, while his upper torso floated in the air.

"Kamimusubi is indeed impressive, though the consumption is far too great." Senju Genma stood at the doorway, watching Makima's upper body fall to the ground, and blinked his right eye.

"I've only used it twice, yet I already feel exhausted."

Senju Genma walked over to Makima's upper body, took out a scroll, and sealed the corpse inside.

"Until my ocular power is strong enough, it's best to use this technique sparingly."

After stowing the scroll, Senju Genma checked the state of his right eye; in five seconds, his ocular power had already mostly recovered.

Five seconds could be considered long or short, but in the context of a ninja battle, five seconds were often enough to decide the outcome.