Top-Tier Experience Pack, Staring Directly at the Mangekyō Sharingan

A gentle breeze passed through the woods.

Sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, breaking into scattered specks of light.

Chenshu Senju carried a silver laptop, typing on the keyboard as he walked as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

Jiraiya, following behind him, was wound so tightly that he looked ready to snap.

He had even put away the binoculars he usually used to spy on women's bathhouses.

"Kid Chenshu, let me emphasize this again. This is a special ambush set up by Akatsuki."

Jiraiya lowered his voice, his face grave.

"That bunch of lunatics are all S-rank rogue ninjas. They kill without batting an eye."

Chenshu Senju stared at the screen, his fingers flying.

"I know."

"And you're still swaggering straight into their ambush?" Jiraiya snapped.

"What else am I supposed to do? Taking a detour wears out too many shoes." Chenshu Senju picked at his ear.

He casually said, "If I really can't beat them, I'll call Tayuya over and have her dance for them in that tight, high-slit cheongsam."

"With Tayuya's magnificent proportions, so spectacular they could pop the buttons right off, I bet those old virgins who haven't touched a woman in decades would bleed to death from their noses on the spot."

"Those two long, pale legs that practically reflect light—one kick and it's nothing but waves of bouncing flesh. Who could handle that?"

The air fell silent for a second.

Jiraiya instantly pictured Tayuya's proud twin peaks and the artistically suggestive vine marks around them.

Voluptuous and dazzlingly white.

Gulp.

Jiraiya swallowed, feeling a wave of heat rise in his nose.

"Ahem... If it's a physical and mental attack of that scale, it might actually work."

Jiraiya stroked his chin with a perfectly serious expression.

He felt that if Tayuya used that devilish figure to pull off a top-tier seduction act, let alone Akatsuki, even one of the battle-hardened Sannin like him would surrender on the spot.

As the two traded jokes, the light ahead gradually dimmed.

The mist deep in the woods became strange and dense.

Even the chirping of insects and birds around them vanished completely.

A deathly silence.

Chenshu Senju pressed the final Enter key, closed his laptop, and casually slipped it into his backpack.

"Stop thinking about big boobs, you dirty old man."

Chenshu Senju came to a halt.

"The high-level laborers here to deliver experience have arrived."

Rustle.

A few leaves silently drifted down from the tree trunks ahead.

Within the thick mist, two figures clad in black robes patterned with red clouds slowly emerged—one tall, one short—standing silently upon a thick branch.

An overwhelming pressure swept across the area like a tsunami.

The taller man carried a bizarre broadsword wrapped in bandages over his shoulder. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white fangs.

"You're finally here. You sure kept us waiting," Kisame Hoshigaki said hoarsely.

The man beside him had delicate features and an icy expression.

His pair of crimson three-tomoe Sharingan emitted a chilling aura of death in the dim forest.

Itachi Uchiha.

Jiraiya's expression changed drastically, and he entered a combat stance almost instinctively.

His hands instantly formed seals.

"So it's you two—Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki of the Hidden Mist."

Jiraiya stepped in front of Chenshu Senju as if facing a formidable enemy.

No matter how much he calculated, he had never expected Akatsuki to send this monstrous pair.

Either one of these two, on their own, possessed the terrifying power to effortlessly wipe out a small ninja village.

Especially Itachi Uchiha. The ocular techniques of those eyes were impossible to guard against.

"Lord Jiraiya, it has been a long time." Kisame tightened his grip on Samehada.

"Our target is only the brat behind you who possesses Wood Release. If you don't wish to meddle, we can all save ourselves some effort."

Jiraiya had just been about to say something threatening.

A hand suddenly pushed him aside.

With one hand in his pocket, Chenshu Senju strolled forward and gave the two men in the tree a once-over.

His casual gaze was like someone examining pork sold by the pound at a market.

Chenshu Senju calculated inwardly. If Kisame's Samehada dropped, he wondered whether he could use it to scrape Kimimaro's bones.

And those Sharingan.

No matter how he looked at them, they seemed like the guaranteed golden flash triggered by a hundred consecutive system draws.

A top-tier experience pack. Absolutely top-tier.

"Lord Itachi, buy your colored contacts from a proper store. Look at how red your eyes are. Late-stage conjunctivitis, right?"

Chenshu Senju teased him with a straight face.

The moment those words came out—

Kisame froze.

Even Itachi Uchiha's eternally icy gaze flickered imperceptibly for an instant.

For some reason, Kisame felt that this Senju brat might be missing part of his brainstem.

Faced with Akatsuki's lethal interception—

not only did the brat show no panic whatsoever, but that eager expression of his even carried a faint hint of anticipation.

A complete lunatic.

"Kid Chenshu! Close your eyes!"

Jiraiya roared furiously from behind him.

"Never look directly into Itachi's eyes! His Mangekyō Sharingan techniques are no joke—they can cripple you in an instant!"

Cold sweat streamed down Jiraiya's face. He was terrified that Chenshu Senju would take that world-destroying mental attack head-on.

If he got caught in that damned genjutsu, even a Sage Body would lose a layer of skin.

But Chenshu Senju was completely unfazed.

Wasn't it just Tsukuyomi?

Today, he was here to get something for free.

"Before I've even started fleecing that big fat sheep, I'll use you two to test out my new skill first."

Chenshu Senju curled his lips into a smile.

He could not even be bothered to form seals. His hands remained in his pockets as he stomped heavily on the ground with one foot.

A vast amount of senjutsu chakra blasted into the earth without reservation.

Rumble—

The ground instantly churned and shook violently.

Countless enormous azure trees, each as thick as a city wall, burst out of the earth like furious dragons.

In only two seconds—

the entire forest, in every direction and even overhead, was completely sealed off by densely interwoven Wood Release vines that blotted out the sky, forming a huge, airtight, unbreakable hemispherical cage.

A hardcore enclosure.

Wait and see. No one was getting away.

Kisame looked at the terrifying giant trees around him, so dense that not even light could penetrate them, and his brows furrowed deeply.

"So this is the Wood Release said to have easily killed Orochimaru... What an absurd amount of chakra."

Even a chakra monster like Kisame felt a trace of alarm before a ninjutsu of this scale.

In midair—

Itachi Uchiha looked down at Chenshu Senju within the cage, his voice devoid of warmth.

"Don't let your guard down, Kisame."

"Just as the leader said, he is an extremely dangerous anomaly."

There was no unnecessary talk.

Itachi slowly raised his head.

The three black tomoe that had been slowly rotating in his pupils abruptly contracted and connected.

They transformed into three blood-red patterns resembling pinwheels.

The Mangekyō Sharingan activated at full power.

An absolute mental pressure that made souls tremble descended upon the sealed space with a crash.

"It's over."

Even as Jiraiya behind him desperately formed seals to prepare a rescue—

even as the air filled with a suffocating scent of blood—

Chenshu Senju still did not close his eyes.

He openly, even with a faint smile, stared directly into those demonic blood-red pinwheels.

Buzz.

The air instantly froze.

With merely a millisecond-long exchange of gazes—

Tsukuyomi's absolute mental illusion pierced through space without warning and completely locked onto Chenshu Senju's mind.