Army of Impure World Reincarnation

That old schemer who had plotted his entire life finally stopped breathing for good.

His mangled corpse lay limp at the bottom of the rubble-filled pit, the blood beneath him slowly coagulating and darkening.

When the bridge finally fell quiet, the strength Sasuke had been forcing himself to maintain gave out on the spot.

His fingers, clenched tightly around the Kusanagi Sword, uncontrollably loosened.

With a sharp clang, the bloodstained blade fell onto the stone slabs.

Then Sasuke's knees buckled, and he dropped stiffly to the ground.

His overstrained Mangekyō Sharingan had already reverted to ordinary black eyes on its own.

Every muscle in his body trembled violently, and his vision blurred into overlapping images.

His stamina had long since been completely drained. Sasuke could not even maintain a kneeling position; his body tipped over, and he sprawled awkwardly amid the ruins.

He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling with a terrifying intensity.

"Already done for? You really need to train that body more."

With both hands tucked into the pockets of his black trench coat, Chenshu Senju strolled over at an unhurried pace.

He looked down at Sasuke, who could not even lift a finger, and clicked his tongue.

Revenge had felt good, sure, but Sasuke had nearly thrown away his own life in the process.

Chenshu Senju's consciousness swiftly sank into the system space as he searched through the rewards inventory.

Soon, a jade-green bean appeared between his fingers.

This was one of the items he had saved from previous draws: a Senzu Bean, a cheating item said to forcibly restore one's physical condition to full as long as one still had a breath left.

"Open your mouth."

Chenshu Senju walked over to Sasuke and held the green bean out to him.

Sasuke barely moved his eyes,