"No! This is impossible!"
Zabuza twisted frantically in midair, letting out desperate howls.
More than a dozen thick, dark-brown vines coiled around him like enormous pythons as wide as iron barrels, binding him fast.
The more he struggled, the tighter the vines squeezed.
The tiny barbs on the vines had already pierced his skin and dug deep into his flesh.
Coughing, Kakashi jumped down from an enormous tree trunk.
He finally got a clear look at the scene before him.
The entire lake had vanished.
In its place stood an incredibly dense Primeval Forest, brimming with wild vitality!
These towering trees had not only drained the lake dry but even changed the terrain of the area.
"He created an entire forest out of nothing..."
Kakashi gasped for breath, his Sharingan so overwhelmed by shock that even its rotation had slowed.
He looked at the boy strolling leisurely along the thick roots.
No words could describe the shock he felt.
"Lord Third was right."
"If this kid doesn't become Konoha's protector, he'll become a disaster for the entire Shinobi World!"
Kakashi quietly clenched his fists, his back already soaked in cold sweat.
By now, Zabuza no longer cared about preserving his reputation as the Demon of the Hidden Mist.
Nothing remained in his eyes but pure terror.
"Ugh... let me go..."
Zabuza's voice had grown terribly weak.
To his horror, he discovered that the enormous chakra reserves he had always taken pride in-
Were being frantically drained by the vines wrapped around him, with insatiable greed and brutal force!
It felt as if ten thousand vampires had sunk their teeth into his arteries at once.
"Wood Release that absorbs chakra?!"
Zabuza stared fixedly at Sen, the bandages on his face soaked in cold sweat.
"How is that possible! Even the First,