Dimensional Strike—Let Me Show You What a True Ultimate Explosion Is

"You brought this on yourself, hm!"

Deidara's handsome face flushed red with rage, and even his golden ponytail looked ready to explode.

The mouths in his palms chewed frantically as white Explosive Clay poured out like a stream.

In just a few breaths, a vicious-looking white giant bird with a wingspan of over five meters took shape in his hands!

"Art is—Hmph!"

Deidara shouted and hurled the giant clay bird into the sky.

The bird let out a piercing cry, beat its wings, and turned into a streak of white lightning, trailing a long tail as it dove toward Uchiha Yoru below!

"Lord Yoru! Get out of the way!"

The Stone Village jonin watching from afar were scared out of their wits and cried out.

That was Deidara's signature work, a C2-level Clay Dragon. Its explosion range was enough to cover half the training ground!

Yet at the center of the impending blast,

Uchiha Yoru still had both hands in his pockets, not even changing his stance.

He merely raised his head and watched the approaching white bird with interest.

There was even a trace of... disappointment in his eyes?

"Is that all?"

"Whether it's speed, chakra concentration, or control over the blast radius, it's all as crude as a half-finished product."

Yoru shook his head inwardly.

Forget it. He's still just a child. I can't expect too much.

Just as the clay bird was about to crash into the top of his head,

Yoru finally moved.

He slowly raised his right hand.

There were no hand seals, nor any superfluous movements.

He simply lifted his palm casually.

"Bzzzz—!"

A dense mass of chakra instantly gathered in his palm.

Blue light spun rapidly like a vortex, releasing a shrill hum as it formed a rapidly rotating ball of chakra.

"Rasengan?"

Deidara froze in midair for a moment, then let out a disdainful snort.

"You want to use such a basic ninjutsu to take my art head-on? How naive, hm!"

Yet in the next second, the smile on his face completely froze.

"Still not enough."

Yoru looked at the basketball-sized Rasengan in his palm and gently shook his head.

Before his words had even faded, pale green wind-nature chakra surged into the Rasengan like a violent current!

"Screech—!"

The previously stable chakra sphere instantly went out of control.

Countless dense wind blades, fine and sharp as knife edges, frantically extended outward from the Rasengan, forming a massive shuriken-like cross-shaped silhouette!

The piercing hum also transformed into a shriek capable of tearing eardrums apart!

The surrounding air was wildly sliced apart and forced away, creating a small vacuum zone.

And that was not all!

"Sage Art, infuse."

Yoru murmured.

Vast natural energy surged into the already highly unstable Wind Style: Rasenshuriken like a spark igniting a barrel of gasoline!

"Bzzzz—!!!"

The cyan glow was dyed into a dazzling pure white in an instant!

The shuriken swelled again, reaching over ten meters in diameter, like a small sun floating above Yoru's palm!

It no longer made a sound.

Because everything around it, including sound and light, was being madly devoured, sliced, and broken down!

This was the ultimate technique Naruto had passed on to him.

A fusion of senjutsu chakra—

Sage Art: Wind Style: Ultra-Big Ball Rasenshuriken!

"W-What the hell is that?!"

All arrogance had vanished from Deidara's face in midair.

In its place was terror rising from the depths of his soul!

Before that white sun, the giant clay bird he was so proud of was as tiny as a ridiculous firefly!

"Hmph!"

Deidara used all his strength to detonate the giant clay bird.

Boom—!!!

Blazing fire and a violent shockwave instantly swallowed Yoru's figure.

"Did... did it work?"

Deidara panted heavily, staring fixedly at the sea of flames below.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief,

a white light millions of times more dazzling than the sun suddenly erupted from the center of the inferno!

There was no deafening explosion.

No shockwave that swept everything away.

There was only dead silence.

That white Rasenshuriken was like a silent super-sized meat grinder.

The instant Deidara's explosive energy touched it, countless dense senjutsu wind blades completely sliced, devoured, broken down, and annihilated it at the cellular level!

Then, the white light suddenly spread outward, forming a massive vacuum storm sphere.

Wherever the storm sphere passed,

whether it was the flames of the explosion, the rubble on the ground, or even the distant mountaintop at the back of the mountain that had already been blasted down to half its size—

everything was silently shaved flat, erased, reduced to its most primitive particles, and vanished into the air.

It was as if an invisible eraser had forcibly wiped them from this world.

This was ultimate, silent destruction.

It was an ultimate art countless times more refined—and more terrifying—than Deidara's loud, flashy explosions!

When the white light faded and the storm subsided,

the back mountain of the Stone Village Ninja Academy had completely changed.

The pockmarked ruins were gone.

The small hill used as a target was gone as well.

In their place stood a massive crater over five hundred meters wide, its edges smooth as a mirror!

And Uchiha Yoru still stood at the very center of the crater.

The ground beneath his feet was completely intact, and not even a corner of his clothes was wrinkled.

As though that world-shattering attack had merely been a pebble casually tossed from his hand.

"..."

Deidara hovered blankly in midair.

His mouth hung open, yet he could not make a sound.

The remaining clay in his hand fell to the ground with a plop.

In those eyes he had once been so proud of, eyes filled with a fanatical passion for art, there now remained only endless emptiness and bewilderment.

His worldview, his faith in art,

had suffered an unprecedented, nuclear-level impact before that world-destroying yet soundless ultimate destruction.

"Kid."

Yoru raised his head, looked at the devastated Deidara, and curled his lips into a faint smile.

"Do you still think your explosions are art?"