A cold wind howled in mid-air.
Like a shriveled, withered brown potato, Ōnoki plummeted headfirst, accompanied by a piercing, shrill scream as he crashed down.
" Earth Release: Super Light-Weight Rock Technique... Cough cough! Whoa!!"
As Ōnoki plummeted wildly, he desperately tried to reactivate his Chakra.
But the excruciating pain in my lower back, like being torn apart by a thousand knives, surged wildly back to my brain through my central nervous system!
Every time he tried to mobilize his Chakra, a violent, tearing spasm shot through the depths of his lumbar spine!
He couldn't even utter a complete Ninjutsu incantation; he could only open his dry mouth and let the cold air rush in!
" Lord Tsuchikage!!"
Amidst the rubble and ruins, the massive, elephant-like body of the Akatsuchi suddenly unleashed a terrifying burst of power completely disproportionate to its size!
He kicked off the ground with both legs, and like a heavy armored vehicle going out of control at full speed, he slid forward wildly through the ice and snow!
"Thump!!"
Akatsuchi crossed his arms in front of his chest and slid backwards into the thick snow.
He precisely transformed his thick, round, and fat-filled belly into a giant human cushion!
"Thump--!!"
Ōnoki's withered and aged body slammed solidly onto Akatsuchi's elastic belly.
The immense impact caused Akatsuchi to feel a tightness in his chest, his eyes to bulge, and he nearly vomited up the rice balls he had eaten the night before.
However.
The soft belly cushioned the impact, preventing Ōnoki's fragile head from being smashed by the floor tiles.
But in the instant the body paused.
The slight pull from inertia instantly acted on Ōnoki's already completely misaligned lower back!
"Crack!!"
Another incredibly crisp cracking sound rang out from deep within Ōnoki's lower back!
"Awooo----!!!!"
Ōnoki, who was already in so much pain that he was about to go into shock, suddenly let out a piercing scream that was dozens of times more miserable than a pig being slaughtered!
Two withered, short legs twitched and thrashed wildly upwards in mid-air as if electrocuted!
Tears, snot, and saliva streamed down my face like a burst dam in that instant.
"It's broken! My back... it's completely broken in two!!"
"Don't touch me! You idiot, Akatsuchi, don't you dare move!!"
Ōnoki clutched his lower back tightly with both hands, his whole body trembling violently as if he were trapped in an ice cave.
He was in so much pain that he curled up on the Akatsuchi's belly like a boiled, deep red shrimp!
Kurotsuchi head and face were covered in the white lime powder he had just sprayed.
She scrambled forward, her eyes instantly reddening, on the verge of tears.
"Grandpa! Grandpa, what's wrong?!"
"I... I've learned some basic battlefield medic skills. Let me push your bones back in first!"
As she spoke, Kurotsuchi, desperate for a cure, stretched out her small hands and carefully slipped them inside the hem of Ōnoki's cotton robe.
My fingertips just touched the third section of Ōnoki's lower back.
There, the vertebrae that should have been arranged flat were now inexplicably collapsed inward, creating a large pit, and the adjacent joints were protruding into hard lumps!
Kurotsuchi subconsciously pressed down slightly with his fingertips.
"Click!"
"Awooo--!!!"
Ōnoki stiffened, foaming at the mouth, and his already wrinkled old face was instantly turned into a bitter, purplish-red gourd!
The pain was so intense that he almost kicked his legs and died on the spot!
"You brat... do you want to murder your own grandfather?!"
Ōnoki gripped Akatsuchi's tactical vest tightly with both hands, his fingernails almost digging into the bulletproof steel plate, and he cursed loudly with a sob in his voice:
"The bones... the bones are all dislocated and stuck between the ribs!!"
"Stop pressing! If you keep pressing, I'll never be able to sit in a wheelchair again in my life!!"
Tragic!
funny!
Absurd to the extreme!
Standing a few meters away Mifune, the Admiral of the Land of Iron, gripped his iaido sword tightly in his hand, his eyes twitching wildly.
His usually dignified and profound face was contorted with spasms, on the verge of losing control.
The old swordsman silently turned his head to the side, unable to bear watching this gruesome "orthopedic tragedy."
And on the edge of the Land of Lightning's seats.
The Fourth Raikage A, held his right hand, which was purplish-red, shiny, and swollen like a large braised pig's trotter.
Seeing Ōnoki writhing and howling in the mud, the Raikage's raging fury was completely replaced by a chilling aura.
A wrist suffered a comminuted fracture and swelled up like a pig's trotter.
I fractured a lumbar vertebra and was in excruciating pain.
Inside this grand hall stood two supreme overlords who had been renowned throughout the Shinobi World for decades and controlled the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of ninjas.
In front of that young man who couldn't even be bothered to change his underwear.
All in all, they couldn't even withstand two basic attacks from the opponent!
What kind of Five Kage Summit is this?!
This is clearly a one-sided disability assessment for work-related injuries!
"Tap, tap, tap."
The slow, carefree sound of flip-flops gliding through the air once again drifted down from the clouds.
Senju Kenya shirtless, his large floral shorts fluttering in the wind, and a white jade pipe dangling from his lips.
As if walking down an invisible staircase, with his hands in his shorts pockets, he casually walked back to the ground from the sky.
"Clatter."
Flip-flops crunched on the broken snow.
Kenya swayed and walked to Akatsuchi's large belly, looking down at Ōnoki, who was slumped on it.
He slowly took off his white jade pipe, tapped the ash on the sole of his shoe, and a look of pity and mockery, as if he were watching an old man in the neighborhood strain his back, appeared on his face:
"Tsk tsk tsk, you old man, you never listen to the advice of your elders, and now you're suffering the consequences."
Kenya exhaled a puff of green smoke, his tone as innocent as could be:
"I already kindly told you from heaven that as you get older, you need to take more calcium and stop bragging."
"I didn't even use the strength of a three-year-old child sucking their breast with that one finger; I just casually pressed some acupoints for you."
Kenya chuckled and shook his head:
"Why are your lumbar vertebrae like crunchy chips, breaking at the slightest touch?"
Kenya even reached into his pocket and pulled out a black liniment he had swiped from an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the Land of Waves.
He casually slapped it onto Ōnoki's tear-streaked old face, like throwing away rotten vegetable leaves.
"Take it and stick it on. I'm sponsoring it for free, considering the Five Kage Summit."
"Stop floating in the sky all day like a sitting duck. Go back to Iwagakure and use your cane."
Ōnoki ripped the black plaster off his face, trembling violently with rage, his throat making gurgling noises.
But he looked at the man before him, who resembled a demon from the abyss.
The excruciating pain in his back and the trembling deep within his soul made him grit his teeth and swallow all the vicious curses back down his throat!
Will to fight? Dignity?
In that instant, it shattered completely into nothingness!
The entire magnificent Five Kage Castle was utterly silenced by absolute power.
The Raikage is crippled, and the Tsuchikage is paralyzed.
All the traditional rules and regulations of great powers became a laughable piece of waste paper under the Iron Fist of Senju Kenya.
Admiral Mifune stood in the center of the ruins, pale-faced and at a loss, completely unsure how to continue presiding over the meeting.
Mei Terumi stood behind Kenya with her arms crossed, wearing a high-slit long dress, smiling radiantly, her beautiful eyes filled with adoring admiration.
However.
Just when the entire room was dead silent, with no one daring to speak, a profound stalemate ensued.
On the other side of the main hall, in front of the seat of Kazekage acting Kazekage of Sunagakure, who had been sitting calmly and serenely.
A slender young man carrying a huge sand gourd on his back.
Under the horrified gazes of Temari and Kankuro.
He slowly stood up from the chair.