Sage Art Fusion, a Dimensionality-Reducing Strike on a Dimensionality-Reducing Level

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Sage Art Fusion, a Dimensionality-Reducing Strike on a Dimensionality-Reducing Level

Thirty miles outside Konoha.

Deep within the Forest of Death.

Several Root ninjas wearing animal masks stared fixedly at a figure in the distance.

The figure, seen from behind, wore a black trench coat and sat silently on a rock.

They watched for a full three hours without it moving an inch.

Finally, a gust of wind blew past.

With a bang.

The figure turned into a rotten log covered in green leaves.

The Root ninjas looked at one another.

They had been played.

Elsewhere.

In a hidden valley farther from Konoha.

The crisp clatter of a keyboard echoed rapidly through the empty valley.

Chenshu Senju sat atop a flat boulder with a laptop on his lap, his hands leaving afterimages across the keyboard.

A reader had threatened to mail him razor blades today, so The Domineering Hokage Falls in Love with Me had to get fifty thousand extra words.

But while he typed, he had not neglected proper business.

Several dozen meters ahead.

The Sound Four, along with Kimimaro, stood in formation, drenched in sweat.

This was the secret special training Chenshu Senju had arranged.

Since those old men of Konoha were watching him, he simply used a Wood Clone to fool them away, then squeezed the combat potential of these five high-level laborers to the absolute limit.

"Sakon, your chakra output was half a beat too slow."

Without even lifting his head, Chenshu Senju casually spoke while looking at the screen.

"Boss, it wasn't me who was slow! Tayuya was too slow!"

Sakon shouted aggrievedly, "She didn't even dare raise her hands. How could her hand seals be fast?"

At those words, everyone looked at Tayuya.

Her face instantly flushed all the way to her neck.

Today, she was wearing skintight leather clothing Chenshu Senju had called "special training attire."

Who knew which unscrupulous manufacturer had made it? There was pitifully little fabric, and it was tight enough to choke her.

Especially the two impressive mounds on her chest—more than half of them were squeezed out, the deep cleavage so pale it reflected light.

Even if she lifted her arms slightly, the zipper at her collar risked bursting open.

As a result, she could only hold her arms close like a Tyrannosaurus whenever she formed hand seals.

"Tayuya, that's where you're wrong. How could clothing affect combat?"

Chenshu Senju hit the Enter key.

Then he raised one hand.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Several thumb-thick vines burst from the ground and wrapped directly around Tayuya's body.

One circled her thigh, while two passed between her startling twin peaks before tightening sharply.

The long-absent Tortoiseshell Bind made its return.

But this was not merely binding. As if alive, the vines forcibly raised Tayuya's arms and positioned them in the most perfect hand-seal posture.

The pulling force was so great that the fabric over her chest was dragged far down.

A broad expanse of dazzlingly pale softness, accompanied by breathtaking tremors, sprang free.

Jirobo and Kidomaru stared until their eyes went straight.

Sakon wiped away a nosebleed and sidled closer with a lewd grin.

"Good daughter, that posture is perfect. Let your father help inspect where you're applying force..."

Bang!

Kimimaro kicked Sakon more than ten meters away.

"Stop talking. Form the formation," Kimimaro said expressionlessly.

Ever since Chenshu Senju had saved him, this former diehard Orochimaru loyalist could think of nothing but how to repay his new boss.

The four Sound Ninja stopped wasting time.

Even though Tayuya was humiliated and enraged, she had no choice but to cooperate with the vines' forced pulling and rapidly complete the hand seals.

"Four Violet Flames Formation!"

Bzzzz—

A massive square purple barrier rose from the ground, completely enveloping an open patch of land.

This was the signature technique the Sound Ninja took pride in.

But in Chenshu Senju's eyes, a barrier that could only trap people was far too monotonous.

"Kimimaro, go in."

Chenshu Senju closed his laptop and rose to his feet.

"Yes."

Kimimaro flashed forward, passed straight through the barrier, and stood at the center of the formation.

Pale bone spikes erupted all over his body, making him resemble a humanoid weapon.

"Shikotsumyaku: Bracken Dance!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless enormous, incomparably sharp bone spears crazily stabbed up from the earth inside the barrier.

In an instant, they filled the entire interior of the Four Violet Flames Formation.

An absolute killing field.

But that was still not enough.

A smile tugged at Chenshu Senju's lips as green chakra light glowed around him.

He slowly walked to the edge of the purple barrier.

Then pressed his palm against its wall.

Sage chakra poured into it without reservation.

"Wood Release fusion, shape transformation."

The next moment.

A scalp-numbing sight appeared.

Black, hard vines rapidly grew over the countless pale bone spikes enclosed by the Four Violet Flames Formation.

Wood Release entwined with bone release.

Not only did the two not repel each other, they fused together perfectly.

The bone spikes' ultimate piercing power, combined with Wood Release's endless growth and chakra-absorbing properties.

The entire barrier turned into a purple-and-black hell of death.

Even if those wooden bone spears covered in barbs merely scratched an enemy's skin, they would instantly drain all of their chakra.

"Holy shit..."

Sakon climbed out of a mud pit, took in the scene within the barrier, and cursed in shock.

With this power, an ordinary Kage-level ninja would be sucked into dried meat within three seconds, their bones shredded to pieces.

This was not a simple stacking of techniques.

This was a pure dimensionality-reducing enhancement.

Chenshu Senju withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

This newly developed combined ninjutsu would be called "Sage Art: Violet Flame Bonewood Realm."

If he encountered any troublesome opponents in the future, he could simply scatter these five laborers at them.

One click, and the screen would be cleared.

All he needed to do was sit leisurely in the back and keep typing.

Perfect.

"Today's special training ends here."

Chenshu Senju dusted off his hands.

"Back to the village."

"Um, Boss..."

Tayuya stood with her legs pressed together, her face bright red as she protested.

"These vines around me..."

"They look pretty good tied up like that. They'll give me some inspiration for writing when we get back." Chenshu Senju solemnly refused to release the ninjutsu.

Tayuya was so angry her vision went dark.

For some reason, she felt that every extra day she spent around this pervert left another piece of her innocence scattered on the ground.

The group followed Chenshu Senju and quickly left the valley.

Silence returned to the surroundings.

Only shattered stones and the clearing ravaged by Wood Release remained.

The sky gradually darkened.

A light breeze swept across the empty training ground.

No one noticed.

Within the deepest crack in the earth at the center of the field.

A faint red light flickered once.

It was the dark-purple cursed seal seed Orochimaru had secretly embedded underground before fleeing the night before.

After being steeped in the massive amount of sage chakra Chenshu Senju had released today.

This activated seed was like a leech that had smelled blood.

At an eerie speed.

It was quietly taking root.

Sprouting.