Flower Tree World Emergence

The yellow sand still howled across the sky, while a teeth-grating sound of friction came from the center of the enormous crater.

Countless gray-white scraps of paper flew in from all directions, gathering around Second Tsuchikage Mū's face.

In less than two seconds, the jaw Chenshu Senju had shattered with a kick was seamlessly pieced back together.

Mū slowly straightened up from the bottom of the crater and reached up to touch his newly restored jawbone.

Even with the undead body granted by Impure World Reincarnation, the impact from that instant had nearly dislocated his cervical spine.

"That taijutsu strike..."

Mū's hoarse voice came from beneath his bandages, thick with confusion.

He raised his head, his dull eyes fixed firmly on Chenshu Senju standing not far away.

"By my senses, the amount of Chakra within you is clearly that of a true member of the Senju Clan. But since when did the Senju Clan produce someone like you, who relies entirely on brute force?"

In his impression, the powerful members of the Senju Clan mostly crushed their enemies through vast Chakra reserves, Water Release, or Wood Release.

This utterly unreasonable, savage fighting style—using nothing but physical strength to forcibly knock Dust Release off course—was simply unheard of.

What kind of freak was this?

Just as Mū was taken aback, an unbearably smug burst of laughter came from a sand dune to the side.

"Hahahahahaha!"

A man with two small mustaches and no eyebrows clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he rocked back and forth.

Second Mizukage Hozuki Gengetsu mercilessly pointed at Mū, nearly laughing himself to tears.

"Hey, hey, hey, Mū! You mummy wrapped head to toe in rags, how did you get kicked straight into the sand the moment you showed up?"

"The Land of Water can barely stand