"Whoosh!"
Watching the red light appear above Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's corpse, Shihōin Naraku froze for a moment. He had already seen what it was.
A fishhook!
Yes, a red fishhook.
An entirely red fishing rod emerged from the portal, and the hook at the end of its red line flashed with a chilling gleam as it instantly hooked Isshiki's shoulder.
The instant the hook pierced his flesh, the red fishing line wound around him swiftly like a living thing, extending from the point of penetration and quickly wrapping around Isshiki's entire body.
Then the fishing rod jerked sharply, and a tremendous force surged through the line. Like a taut bowstring suddenly released, it yanked him toward the portal diagonally behind him.
Isshiki's body was pulled straight off the ground.
It all happened in a flash!
Naraku reacted with incredible speed, shooting forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
The marks of the Flying Thunder God Technique had already covered the surrounding ground during the battle.
He vanished almost instantly and reappeared beside Isshiki just as quickly. Kurikara traced a pitch-black arc in his hand, slashing straight at the taut red fishing line.
The instant the blade met the line, a sharp metallic clang rang out, sending sparks flying.
Naraku felt the web of his hand go numb, and the recoil drove him back three or four steps.
He glanced down at Kurikara's edge. There was not a mark on the blade, but that slash had actually failed to sever the fishing line.
He had no idea what the red fishing line was made of. It looked as fine as a strand of hair, yet it was unimaginably tough.
Clearly, this was no ordinary ninja tool or weapon.
While Naraku was retreating, the fishing rod pulled again, dragging Isshiki's corpse toward