The blinding sparks were like fireworks suddenly exploding in the darkness.
From between the Kenya and the neck of the man, which gleamed with an ebony sheen, the fragments flew wildly in all directions!
That wasn't the sound of flesh being sliced open by a sharp blade.
That was a terrifying metallic explosion, like divine iron clashing and the heavens and earth collapsing!
In that one-hundredth of a second when the blade truly cleaves the surface.
Hidan's face, which had been displaying a sinister, bloodthirsty, and fanatical expression, remained in a state of peak ecstasy.
He was waiting for the adrenaline to surge.
He was waiting for that arrogant, fine head to roll into the mud.
He awaited the day he would smear the enemy's blood on his chest and offer the supreme hymn to the Lord Jashin.
However.
The sensation transmitted back from the cold, hard scythe handle in my palm.
But in a fraction of a second, it dragged him into an abyss of utter despair!
The smooth feeling of cutting into the flesh without any resistance.
There was no sticky feeling of warm, fresh blood splattering.
It bounced back from deep within that dark golden flesh.
It was a devastating backlash, as heavy as a battering ram striking head-on!
The feeling was nothing like striking a human throat.
It's more like being in a full-speed sprint.
With a thin, brittle piece of iron, he slammed it down on a solid, black iron mountain that had stood there since ancient times!
"Snap--!"
The first, chillingly sharp cracking sound suddenly erupted from the core of the blade!
Hidan's arrogant face froze completely in that instant, turning into a comical mask of terror.
All that could be seen was the blood-stained Triple-Bladed Scythe, forged entirely from special black iron, which had accompanied him in slaughtering countless ninjas.
At the very top was an incredibly sharp, curved blade, filled with dark red blood grooves.
The instant he touched the flesh of Kenya's neck.
They couldn't even withstand it for half a second!
A huge gash, the size of a fist, instantly appeared at the blade's edge!
Immediately afterwards.
"Crack! Crack! Boom--!"
The violent recoil force surged upstream along the blade like a flash flood!
Spiderweb-like, dense white cracks spread wildly across the entire massive scythe at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Under the indifferent gaze of all the black-clad guards and Zabuza.
That crimson giant scythe, famous Shinobi World.
It actually disintegrated in mid-air right in front of Kenya's unscathed neck!
It shattered completely into dozens of palm-sized pieces of broken iron, which flew and splashed in all directions like a torrential rain with a shrill sound!
"Pfft!"
The flying debris even bounced back, tearing through Hidan's own black cloak with red clouds.
But compared to the shattering of weapons.
The overwhelming force of the impact, violently flowing back along the black iron chain, was even more deadly!
"Aaaaaah--!!"
Hidan let out a piercing scream!
The violent recoil force shattered the webs between his hands!
The skin and flesh of his palm instantly tore and rolled back, and blood gushed out!
The two hard wrist bones even emitted a chilling cracking sound as they dislocated!
He couldn't even stand up straight.
Like a cannonball blasted away by a giant cannon, it flew backward dozens of meters!
"Boom!"
Hidan's feet dug two deep furrows, each half a foot deep, into the muddy, icy mountain path.
The violent shockwave tore at his black robe.
Finally, he fell heavily onto the muddy puddle, looking utterly disheveled, splashing up a cloud of muddy water!
Dead silence.
The only sound on the narrow, muddy mountain path was the patter of cold rain.
Hidan lowered his head, staring blankly at his bloodied, trembling hands.
He then looked at the half-baked, broken handle, now just an iron rod, that he was holding in his palm.
His purplish-red eyes, which had been consumed by fanaticism and cruelty for years, were now completely vacant and blank.
Broken?
A sacred ritual object that accompanied him throughout the Shinobi World, drinking the blood of countless powerful warriors.
It just ended like that?!
It couldn't even scratch the enemy's skin!
Forget about drawing blood, they couldn't even cut a single hair on the other person's neck!
"This... this is impossible?!"
Hidan let out an incredulous, piercing roar in his heart:
Even if it's immortal... even if it's Lightning Release Armor or Earth Release hardening...
"Even the Third Raikage, with his body known as the Strongest Shield, couldn't possibly shatter my scythe with his neck!!"
This has completely overturned his entire understanding of the human body!
And tens of meters away.
Kakuzu had been standing by with his arms crossed and observing coldly.
The instant I saw pieces of metal flying everywhere.
Those dark green eyes, hidden beneath a black hood and a deep green mask, suddenly contracted to their maximum size!
He froze completely in place.
A tremendous wave of shock surged through my heart!
"His physical body... took a direct hit from a legendary weapon?!"
Kakuzu's heart pounded wildly deep within his chest, and his nearly 100 years of experience seemed like a joke at this moment.
During the Sengoku period, he was ordered to assassinate the First Hokage Hashirama Senju.
Even Hashirama Senju, who was revered as a god, relied on his massive Wood Release to parry the full force of sharp weapons, or on the extraordinary healing abilities of his Sage Body to quickly recover from his wounds.
There has never been a single member of the Senju Clan.
He was so arrogant that he could shatter a giant heavy blade in mid-air with just the skin on his neck!
" Chakra flow without Earth Release: Hardening Technique..."
"No electric arcs adhered to the Lightning Release Armor..."
Kakuzu stared intently at Kenya in the distance, a chill running down his spine.
"That was pure flesh... that was an absolute monster that had honed its physical density and spiritual will to a mythical level!!"
The black Chakra Threads behind Kakuzu writhed erratically and restlessly.
The mind that was originally blinded by the 700 million taels of bounty was suddenly doused with a bucket of icy water by reality!
However.
Senju Kenya is at the heart of the storm.
From beginning to end, not even the slightly faded flip-flops on his feet moved an inch.
He tucked his hands firmly into the pockets on either side of his floral shorts.
The crystal-clear white jade pipe he was holding in his mouth hadn't had a single speck of ash blown away by the violent wind pressure.
Kenya slowly exhaled a puff of blue smoke.
He turned his head slightly and extended a finger that was extremely clean from being washed by the rain.
He casually flicked his fingers across the carotid artery in his neck, which gleamed with a faint dark gold luster.
He casually brushed the few tiny iron filings and dust that had splashed onto his skin into the muddy water.
Then.
Senju Kenya slowly raised his deep, dark eyes, which were completely devoid of any emotion.
Looking down from his vantage point, he saw Hidan, a fanatical believer, slumped in the mud dozens of meters away, questioning the meaning of life.
A domineering smile, full of disdain and mockery, slowly spread across his lips.
Kenya: Your gua sha technique is terrible.