Natsu: Causing Trouble for Blackbeard

"Tsk, what a troublesome move." Kizaru's lips twitched slightly. He instantly retreated at light speed, activating the full power of his Glint-Glint Fruit, transforming into a dazzling golden light, and retreated rapidly towards the main fleet of the Navy without looking back.

The Ryokugyu beside him also looked solemn. Its lush vines instantly retracted into its body, and its plant-like body became ethereal with the wind. It used the sea breeze to propel itself backward at high speed, abandoning all fighting and retreating to defend the warship's defensive line as soon as possible.

Only Second Golden Lion remained calm in the face of danger, lightly raising his hands and fully activating the power of his Float-Float Fruit.

The raging, towering waves instantly lost their gravity-bound restraints, and he forcibly stopped, split, and deflected them in mid-air, completely neutralizing their fatal impact.

Having done all this, he knew that the battle situation had changed drastically. He stopped fighting, stepped into the air, and quickly retreated to a safe area in the sky, coldly looking down at the battlefield below, which had been completely rewritten by the tsunami.

On the beach front, Chaton Tokikake seeing this.

The terrifying tsunami completely engulfed him, leaving him no room to escape.

He had no time to dwell on his grudges with the Uchiha. He could only suppress his anger and humiliation and turn around to rush to the aid of the Marine warship. He mobilized the remaining naval forces to stabilize the ship formation and desperately protect the main naval vessels from being capsized and destroyed by the giant waves.

In an instant, the chaotic battles that had raged across this desolate island were abruptly ended by a mere ten-man Uchiha squad.

On the precipice, Uchiha Tetsuka stood silently in the wind, gazing at the naval forces below, which had been completely cut off and retreated. A slight smile appeared on his lips, but then his smile vanished, and his eyes became extremely focused.

Taking advantage of the perfect moment when the battlefield was completely isolated and undisturbed, he quietly Hand Seals, and his Senjutsu Chakra continued to surge, further deepening the Genjutsu illusion that enveloped Rin.

He wanted to use this extremely realistic and painful dream to squeeze out all of Rin's potential at once, forcing her to reach the ultimate breakthrough opportunity of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

In reality, Rin, who was still maintaining her charging posture, trembled more and more noticeably. Fine shivers spread from her limbs throughout her body. This was the real physiological feedback of her mind being pushed to its limit in the illusion.

With her eyes tightly closed, she was completely oblivious to the raging tsunami and the dramatic changes in the war situation outside, utterly immersed in the painful illusion meticulously woven by Tekka.

Within the illusion, despair continues to escalate endlessly.

Rin watched helplessly as the long sword pierced Chunwu's heart, and that familiar, upright figure collapsed to the ground with a thud, warm blood staining the entire yellow sand.

She fought desperately to overcome obstacles and rush to the rescue, but in the end it was all in vain. She could only stand there, watching helplessly as her most important companion perished.

Extreme helplessness, regret, grief, and despair piled up, completely overwhelming her consciousness.

The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in its eyes trembled wildly and spun rapidly. The Tomoe patterns flickered in and out of focus, twisting and intertwining, repeatedly impacting the barrier to its long-standing cultivation level.

Each tremor was accompanied by intense pain in her mental world, and each cycle brought her one step closer to the Awakening of the Mangekyo Sharingan.

The opportunity for a breakthrough has been formed, the flame of transformation has been ignited, and only the final burst of extreme emotion is needed to completely break free of the shackles and permanently Awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan.

On the battlefield, the lingering effects of the tsunami had not yet subsided, and the waves remained turbulent.

The ten Night Owl Guard stood firmly guarding the front line, their imposing presence deterring anyone from easily invading.

Standing before his clansmen, the Yashiro of Shizuka gazed indifferently at the navy personnel who had retreated to their warships and dared not fight any longer. A cold, Mangekyo Sharingan light flashed in his eyes, intimidating the entire scene.

Chunwu stood in the wind, the bloodstains at the corners of his eyes still wet. His newly Awakening Mangekyo Sharingan was still throbbing with pain. The exhaustion of his body and mind, intertwined with the lingering sorrow of the illusion, made it difficult for him to calm down.

Everyone thought that the transformation of the Uchiha had come to an end, but no one knew that in the depths of the dream below the cliff, another catastrophe for Rin's rebirth was reaching its most critical point, and the dawn of the Mangekyo Sharingan was just around the corner.

After the devastating tsunami swept through, the sea surface was still churning with white waves, and the deserted island beaches were a scene of utter devastation.

The battlefield, forcibly severed by the Night Owl Guard, was finally settled. All the naval forces retreated to their warships, and no one dared to set foot on the shore again.

Chaton Tokikake stood at the bow of the ship, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. The humiliation he had just suffered at the hands of the Uchiha Yashiro still lingered in his heart, but feeling the overwhelming pressure of the ten gray-white figures emanating from the ranks of Yonko Commander Level, he could only suppress all his resentment and silently observe the changing situation on the shore.

Uchiha Chunwu stood quietly at the front of the new generation of soldiers. The bloodstains at the corners of his eyes had dried, and his newly Awakening Mangekyō Sharingan slowly swirled in his eyes, the scarlet lines deep and mysterious.

The stinging pain from the overexertion of his pupil power still lingered in his eyes, and his Chakra was still in a period of weakness and recovery. However, the transformation brought about by the breakthrough in the desperate situation had completely changed his aura. He had shed his former immaturity and gained a more chilling sharpness belonging to a strongman.

Yashiro glanced down at Chunwu, who had already completed his transformation, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his eyes. The primary objective of this training had been achieved, and the tempering of the new generation had come to a successful conclusion.

The next second, his gaze suddenly rose, passing over the chaotic battlefield and piercing through the churning sea fog, precisely locking onto a dark figure high in the sky.

That was Marshall D. Teach — Blackbeard —who had just emerged from the chaos of battle and was still standing high in the air.

In the chaotic battle just now, the Blackbeard Pirates had already joined the fray, directing their cannon fire and blades entirely at Second Golden Lion. and the Marines, without firing a single shot or blade at the Uchiha clan.

Natsu's past instructions echoed clearly in Yashiro's mind, each word distinct and unforgettable.

[If you encounter Blackbeard, take him down if you can; if you can't, at least give him a huge headache.]

Without any extra emotion or hesitation, Yashiro's gaze was fixed on Blackbeard, and a chilling killing intent spread silently, like the freezing ice of winter enveloping the entire sea.

High in the sky, Blackbeard was taking advantage of the lull in the battle to recuperate. He had just led his men in a fierce attack on Second Golden Lion and the Navy, which had taken a toll on him. He had planned to observe the situation and reap the benefits.

But the Setsuna Yashiro's gaze fell upon him, the hairs on his body stood on end. An extremely chilling cold instantly penetrated his flesh and bone marrow, as if he were being stared at by a lurking ancient beast. The sense of impending death was more intense than ever before.

This chilling, domineering, and pure killing intent was far more suffocating than the overwhelming pressure from Kizaru and Ryokugyu's Admiral, causing even a powerful Yonko Level like him to tremble violently.

"Hahaha--!"