ushernet Chapter 555 Chikamatsu's People
Chapter 555 Chikamatsu's People
They moved.
Without the slightest hesitation, the ten puppets transformed into ten streaks of white lightning, advancing from different directions in a flawless coordinated formation to encircle Hatake Sakumo!
Each puppet represents an ultimate killing technique.
Faced with this combined attack that would make any Kage-level powerhouse feel despair, Sakumo Hatake's expression finally changed.
No longer was that gentle, weary look; instead, a long-unseen sharpness, belonging to "Konoha's White Fang," flashed across his brow.
The white fang dagger in his hand was finally fully drawn!
Clang!
The clear, resonant sound of the blade echoed throughout the valley.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the canyon.
Shimura Danzo looked at Hatake Sakumo, who was entangled by the Chikamatsu Ten and unable to break free, and then glanced at the ordinary puppets on both sides of the canyon that were still frantically unleashing their firepower, as well as the puppeteers who were controlling them. Finally, he lost his patience.
It seems these Sand Villagers are even more...noisy than he imagined.
War is a contest of efficiency and strength, not a competition of who can shout the loudest.
"What a waste..."
Danzo Shimura muttered to himself, a look of extreme impatience appearing on his perpetually gloomy face.
He swiftly formed hand seals; the seals were simple and ancient, yet they carried an undeniable air of authority.
His chest bulged slightly, and a massive amount of chakra surged and compressed wildly within his body.
Then, he suddenly vomited forward!
"Wind Release: Vacuum Wave Barrage!"
This time, what he spewed out was no longer the compressed air projectiles he used to produce.
Instead, it was a... a continuous, enormous, almost tangible crescent-shaped wind blade.
The wind blade had an eerie semi-transparent appearance, and its edges emitted a faint white light due to the extreme friction of the air. Wherever it passed, space seemed to be distorted.
It didn't have a deafening explosion, but only a continuous, high-frequency shriek, like the Grim Reaper's scythe slicing through the sky.
This crescent-shaped wind blade, with an almost bulldozing-like ferocity, crashed into the densest sea of puppets.
"boom--!!!"
The continuous, devastating sounds of cutting and shattering.
The dozen or so puppets blocking the wind blades, whether forged from hard black iron or crafted from precious wood, were as fragile as paper at this moment.
They didn't even put up any decent resistance; the moment they came into contact with the wind blades, they were cut in half.
The smooth cuts gleamed with a metallic sheen; the upper body maintained its attacking stance, while the lower body collapsed with a deafening crash.
And this is just the beginning.
The vacuum wave was unstoppable, advancing at a constant speed. Wherever it passed, a death tunnel paved with puppet remains and flying parts was forcibly carved out.
"What...what is that?!"
"My Black Scorpion! No!!"
"Stop it! Stop it now!"
The Sand Village puppeteers on both sides of the canyon screamed in terror.
They frantically poured chakra into the puppets, attempting to control them to evade or defend themselves.
However, it was all in vain.
The wind blades are too fast.
This unreasonable, overwhelming force-based clearing ability made all the self-proclaimed elite Sand Ninja experience despair for the first time.
Their pride in their numbers, their meticulously planned killing scheme, all became a complete joke in the face of this single wind blade.
Danzo Shimura's goal was never just those cold puppets.
What he wanted to destroy was the will of these puppeteers.
This is the most direct and brutal way to tell Sunagakure that in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are meaningless.
……
The Third Kazekage Retsumon, who had been observing the battlefield through a special secret technique—or rather, the Black Zetsu lurking within him—suddenly shuddered.
The moment Uchiha Kagami activated his Mangekyou Sharingan, an ancient and primal tremor from the depths of his soul made this schemer, who had lived for over a thousand years, clearly feel an emotion called trepidation for the first time.
But just a moment ago, it sensed something completely different from that Uchiha.
For the first time, I felt a slight wavering in my plans.
In this era, in this Konoha that was transformed by Hiruzen Sarutobi, it seems that... many variables have emerged that are beyond its calculations.
Where the vacuum wave passed, it left behind a series of shocking ravines.
The death tunnel, paved with the remains of puppets and flying parts, brutally cleaved the entire battlefield in two, as if it had forcibly cleaved a cold crack in Elder Chiyo's heart, which was burning with the flames of revenge.
Her movements froze for a moment.
Even she couldn't help but feel a chill when faced with this kind of unreasonable ninjutsu that indiscriminately cleared the field with pure power.
But that was only for a moment.
When their gaze refocused on the white-haired man at the other end of the canyon, all the fear and distracting thoughts were swallowed up by a more intense and pure emotion—hatred!
"Hatake! Saku! Shigeru!"
The three words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, each one filled with a blood-curdling resentment.
Shimura Danzo's strength exceeded her expectations, but so what?
Her goal, from beginning to end, has only been one!
Om-! ! !
As Chiyo frantically poured her chakra into them, the ten pure white puppets seemed to be infused with real souls, emitting a low, resonant sound in unison.
They moved.
Without the slightest hesitation, the ten puppets transformed into ten streaks of white lightning, advancing from different directions in a flawless coordinated formation to encircle Hatake Sakumo!
These are the Chikamatsu Ten, masterpieces created by Monzaemon, the founder of puppetry, each representing an ultimate killing technique.
Puppet numbers four, six, and nine leaped up simultaneously, forming a triangular formation in the air. From their open mouths, they spewed out a powerful suction force—the combined attack technique, Three Treasures Absorption! Their aim was to completely imprison Shuo Mao's body.
Almost simultaneously, puppets number five and eight flanked from both sides. Their arms instantly disintegrated, transforming into countless sharp scythes connected by chakra threads, weaving together a sparse yet impenetrable net of blades that blocked all angles of evasion.
The remaining puppets each displayed their unique abilities.
The seventh puppet wielded two swords, its swordsmanship fierce, aiming straight for Shuo Mao's vitals.
The number ten puppet's full head of white hair suddenly grew outwards, sweeping over like a living thing, each strand as tough as a steel needle.
The third puppet formed hand seals, and a complex sealing technique was faintly visible in its palms, ready to be activated at any moment.