Begging for Mercy, Earning Contempt!

In his mindscape, the system's notification sounded.

[Ding—target Shimura Danzō has been utterly broken.]

[Root's ninja have suffered devastating casualties, wiping out more than twenty years of work. The trusted subordinates he painstakingly trained have fallen one after another, and the base he poured countless efforts into building has been reduced to Ruins. Years of work, gone in a day. Psychological damage points have far exceeded the threshold.]

[Congratulations, host. You have received one Super Mystery Box. Open it now?]

The corner of Yongye's mouth lifted slightly.

You old dog, Danzo. Another generous gift. Storming Root was worth the trouble after all.

"Open it."

[Ding—the Super Mystery Box has been opened.]

[Congratulations, host. You have received the Immobility Technique.]

The next instant, a mysterious power surged into Yongye's mindscape.

It was not chakra. It was not Senjutsu. It was something else entirely.

The power was gentle yet resilient, like countless invisible threads spreading from the depths of his mindscape, running along his meridians to his fingertips, where they gathered into an intangible field.

The Immobility Technique.

It resembled the Immobility Spell from A Chinese Ghost Story, but he did not need to draw a talisman in the air or use any medium. He could simply cast it.

He only had to raise his hand and choose a target, and that target would be frozen in place, unable to move!

Its effectiveness was inversely proportional to the target's strength.

The weaker the target, the longer it held. The stronger the target, the shorter it held. Against someone far stronger than the caster, it might not last even an instant.

But against someone of comparable or lesser strength, the Immobility Technique was an absolute killer!

Yongye slowly closed his fingers, feeling the invisible power gather in his palm