Chapter 525: The Attack
The source of the Reanimation summoning was rapidly and decisively pinned down by Ryo—a country he had personally set foot in three years prior: the Land of Snow!
"Talk about an exceptionally distant path."
Wielding his current tracking intelligence, Ryo was perfectly clear on the reality that the adversary single-mindedly intended to draw his presence clear of his base. He concurrently parsed that the absolute micro-second his velocity parameters cleared the coordinates, the enemy forces would immediately materialize to launch a high-powered frontal assault to abduct Kushina and Naruto. Yet, falling into focused calculation for several brief moments, his physical frame wove a rapid series of spatial flickers to launch his advance anyway—completely refraining from erecting a single drop of defensive seals or protective blockades on location.
Provided there existed even a one-in-a-million strand of hope to successfully secure Naori's biological cells, his hands would aggressively lock down the asset. Furthermore, the Great Ancestor continuously cloaked an un-deployed supreme skill line hidden deep within his inventory; the absolute milestone that capability went online would systematically mark the definitive terminal conclusion of this global war!
The Land of Snow was anchored at an monumentally distant coordinate, situated squarely at the absolute northern vertex of the entire shinobi world maps, whereas the Land of Whirlpools resided at the southeastern baseline edge. Even with Ryo utilizing his absolute maximum-potency flight velocity parameters across the entire stretch, it consumed a solid forty-odd minutes of frantic transit duration before his boots successfully touched down upon that world of permanent ice and snow.
The Reanimation technique had continuously sustained its active summoning loops along the entire trajectory, safely granting Ryo the capacity to razor-sharply isolate the adversary's exact coordinate blueprint... This configuration explicitly constituted a blatant, unvarnished campaign of absolute psychological enticement!
Weaving two rapid spatial flickers straight into the depths of a colossal ice cavern, Ryo's dual eyes locked point-blank onto the cross-legged, seal-weaving form of Orochimaru... his authentic, biological sovereign framework!
"To think your presence wove a point-blank deployment using your authentic main framework strictly to draw me out?" Ryo's countenance subtly manifested a trace of minor surprise: "Exactly why?"
Orochimaru slowly rose to his feet, his hands instantly locking the Hare (U) seal as his characteristic raspy vocal cadence rippled through the cavern chill: "Deploying a mere proxy clone would fundamentally lack the capacity to stall your absolute velocity parameters for a sufficient window of duration, Senior."
Ryo subtly closed his dual eyes into a narrow slit: "Locking the Hare seal single-mindedly to transmit a strategic signal to notify Tenji's coordinates? Orochimaru, down to this exact fraction of a second, my heart parameters intensely rejected placing my belief in the reality that your vessel would submissively choose to stand on the absolute polar opposite flank confronting my wing."
Orochimaru elegantly darted his long tongue out to lick his pale lips: "It explicitly appears my execution is destined to deliver a layer of bitter disappointment straight across your expectations, Senior. My deepest, most absolute apologies; the cosmos cloaks several highly specific parameters my focus single-mindedly desires to clinically unravel, meaning clashing head-on alongside your prowess transitions into a completely unavoidable intersection."
"Is that how the logistics map out?" Ryo let out a soft, low sigh: "Naori's biological cells and organic tissue repository... does your inventory continuously archive the asset?"
Orochimaru gave a firm nod. His maw violently split open to an extraordinarily exaggerated, snake-like structural angle, systematically regurgitating a high-tier sealing scroll straight into his palm matrix, clutching the item dead center: "The asset is securely anchored right within this matrix; advance straight ahead to execute your extraction block."
"Tsk, you underhanded bastard, that is monumentally, thoroughly disgusting!" Ryo's brows violently twisted into a tight knot of intense aversion. The six-tomoe Rinne Sharingan lining his eye sockets wove a frantic, violent rotation! Sage Mode, FULL THROTTLE LAUNCH!
"Oh? Senior, to think your presence wove an absolute point-blank deployment utilizing your maximum peak output metrics from the absolute very first second? What a truly supreme honor!"
Ryo flatly withheld any active verbal output, his cognitive processing dropping an instantaneous command: Amenotejikara, LAUNCH!
Orochimaru instantly parsed a sudden, total vacuum of structural weight within his grip—the customized sealing scroll archiving Naori's biological cells had completely vanished into absolute nothingness without leaving a single trace of tracking data behind. Coinciding flawlessly alongside that shift, an extraordinarily dense, staggering kinetic mass violently crashed straight down inside his palm matrix.
"Securing a premier window of opportunity to loosely clasp your arms straight across the Great Ancestor's waist parameters should comfortably rank as a monumentally supreme honor across your lifetime, correct?" Ryo wove a gentle laugh.
"A high-powered spatial displacement ninjutsu engineered to achieve an instantaneous point-blank position swap alongside any targeted asset within one's clear line of sight?" Orochimaru elegantly licked his lips, the slitted pupils lining his snake eyes instantly flattening into vertical pins.
BOOOM!!!
Flawlessly synchronized alongside a cataclysmic kinetic shockwave, Ryo extended his arm to smoothly capture the descending sealing scroll right before it touched the cavern floor. Unleashing a rapid Water Release rinse block to completely cleanse the matrix, he unrolled the sheet to execute a detailed diagnostic audit, letting out a massive, sweeping sigh of relief—it was undeniably Naori's authentic biological cell data; this setup mapped out as monumentally, peerlessly spectacular.
Lifting his chin to scrutinize Orochimaru—who had been cleanly smashed by a direct punch to be deeply embedded straight inside the structural matrix of the reinforced ice wall—Ryo subtly knit his brows into a narrow slit. Orochimaru's facial expression continuously maintained a highly mocking, thoroughly relaxed template!
"My cognitive planning distinctly reports that the structural output backing that specific punch was fundamentally far from logging a single shred of withheld combat metrics; this absolute freak is monumentally, thoroughly resilient when absorbing a beating." Dual football-sized Truth-Seeking Balls slowly dissolved out from Ryo's chest parameters, levitating left and right to leisurely anchor his flanks.
Orochimaru's physical framework concurrently underwent a rapid, vertical shift to re-assume an alternative biological configuration. Four prominent snake horn structures violently sprouted from his forehead parameters, his deathly pale skin complexion mutating to manifest an even more blistering shade of chalk-white, while a long, white reptilian tail violently burst out from his gluteal matrix to aggressively wrench his body clear of the ice wall.
Lifting his right hand forward, Orochimaru abruptly extended his long tongue to elegantly lick the dead center of his palm matrix: "The Senior's supreme biological blood parameters remain completely, thoroughly delicious as always."
Ryo smoothly shook his head to clarify: "My internal processing explicitly deciphered exactly why on earth my flanks tracked an intense layer of discomfort the absolute micro-second your arms clasped my waist; it turns out your palm matrix cloaks an array of hidden biological spikes. Delicious, is it? Conscientiously process this specific clash to operate as the absolute terminal breakfast rotation of your lifetime!"
The dual football-sized Truth-Seeking Balls violently elongated and warped their structural formatting: Advance straight ahead, Wind-Fire Wheels (Fūrakurin)!
"Senjutsu: Inorganic Reanimation (Senpō: Mugei Tensei)!"
Concurrently, stationed exactly one kilometer outside the northern frontier blocks of the Land of Whirlpools.
Receiving the Hare seal psychic dispatch transmitted straight through Orochimaru's lines, Tenji and Teuchi finally proactively broke their cover to step straight onto the coordinates. However, their vanguard formation was fundamentally far from compiling a mere duo of independent units. Trailing directly behind their flanks marched a massive, dense battalion of historical powerhouses resurrected straight from the Warring States period.
Tenki Hyuga, Tajima Uchiha, Butsuma Senju, Mizuma Senju, Senzu Uchiha, Torane Akimichi, the historical clan patriarch representing the Nara lineage... compiling an aggregate total of sixteen independent legends! Every single entity anchoring the enemy formation wove a verified status tracking as a veteran, battle-hardened powerhouse whose raw combat stats scaled past the absolute S-rank benchmark during the Warring States era!
Flanking the opposite side representing the Land of Whirlpools' mobilization line, Nagato, Kushina, and Naruto stood firmly at the absolute absolute vanguard row. Densely arrayed directly behind the flanks of the trio sat the Land of Whirlpools' Ninja Swordsmen roster—strictly missing Kisame's presence across this specific deployment—anchored concurrently by six elite Jonin tracking units native to the global patrol sentinels.
To break down the unvarnished details, Guren and Konan undeniably commanded a non-negligible tier of raw combat output to comfortably join a high-powered clash of this scale. Yet, Nagato's internal processing continuously harbored a trace of distinct anxiety targeting Guren's ultimate psychological loyalty parameters, paired along an ironclad mandate to securely shield the long-term safety of Sara's Ramen Shop sanctuary, prompting his hand to flatly decline endorsing their active involvement across this rotation.
"Well, the aggregate volume of hostile units vertically eclipses our initial estimates by a non-negligible margin, and their raw output baseline is monumentally, thoroughly high-tier." Nagato wove a highly troubled, helples scratch of his hair loops, "Every single countenance mapping to their vanguard arrays is a completely foreign profile; does it structurally verify the Teacher's clinical planning—that the adversary would aggressively deploy the ancient generation of supreme powerhouses resurrected from the Warring States era?"
"It genuinely, authentically constitutes Uncle Teuchi." Naruto dropped a low, self-muttering stream of prose, "Doesn't his presence permanently operate under the sovereign mantle of Sister Sara's culinary master? Exactly why on earth has his alignment mutated to..."
"Naruto!" Kushina delivered a low, sharp verbal bark to fiercely check his focus, "This specific deployment explicitly constitutes a high-powered, absolute state of total war where their terminal demise dictates our sovereign survival parameters. Completely erase any redundant mental labor targeting the adversary's civilian identity; refrain from logging a single micro-second of internal hesitation mid-combat!"
"The directive has been parsed." Finally capturing the long-awaited clearance to actively enter the combat operations, Naruto's internal emotional parameters shifted to track a minor layer of low-spirited gloom anyway.
Over on the alternative side, even though the physical articulation governing the resurrected Warring States shinobi was tightly locked under the Reanimation control protocols, their independent conscious processing and high-minded willpower remained completely un-insulated from active operations. Currently, a dense cascade of vocal chatter was smoothly rippling through their ranks...
"An monumentally dense multitude of red-haired ninja units; could it structurally prove that the core adversary targeted by the caster who commands our frames maps explicitly to the Uzumaki lineage?"
"The aggregate chakra repositories vibrating within the vessels of the three entities spearheading their vanguard rows all vertically eclipse my independent stats by an astronomical margin—their raw volume comfortably outpaces even Clan Patriarch Butsuma's peak parameters. Furthermore, the localized sensory data reported by my biological insects explicitly flags that a duo among those units have successfully sealed high-powered tailed beasts straight inside their matrices!"
"Your tracking arrays have logged absolute zero failure nodes, Patriarch Aburame. My personal presence was historically hauled back across the mortal boundary a single time prior to this event, single-mindedly optimized to capture a shinobi whose matrix encased the Three-Tails. Tracing the metrics, our absolute mission parameters across this specific deployment dictate aggressively neutralizing those two units."
"Oh? Clan Patriarch Butsuma, this specific instance actually constitutes the secondary duration your vessel has been subjected to the control protocols? That historical campaign to abduct the Three-Tails... did it lock down an absolute success?"
Butsuma Senju given a sudden standstill, his facial complexion subtly turning a deep, dark shade of charcoal-black: "Negative..."
"Clan Patriarch Butsuma?"
"My independent path crossed point-blank alongside a monster who explicitly addressed his presence under the mantle of Ryo Uzumaki; his independent strength tier scaled to an exceptionally exaggerated, terrifying parameter!"
"Exactly who?"
"Hmph! Butsuma, your cognitive processing must have completely slept itself into absolute, senile oblivion across the centuries! Ryo Uzumaki, commanding a strength tier that scales to a terrifying parameter?" Tajima Uchiha let out a sharp, mocking scoff to object.
Butsuma Senju flatly declined to expend a single syllable of prose to engage Tajima Uchiha's banter. In unvarnished reality, his mind lacked the technical data to confirm the details with airtight absolute certainty; compounding that facet, deep within his internal heart parameters, he viscerally rejected placing his absolute belief in a structural development of that magnitude.
"Talk about an army of entities who command exceptionally fragile, brittle mental traits." Teuchi casually shrugged his shoulders, his wrinkled face blanked by a serene smile: "Son-in-Law, it explicitly appears your repository of hidden tactical assets is monumentally dense under heaven; to think you proactively cloaked this massive volume of supreme cards straight from your Father-in-Law's eyes—how thoroughly naughty of your execution!"
Tenji subtly tilted his chin to deliver a cold glance: "The scale of my hidden parameters flatly fails to match the absolute magnitude of data your presence has systematically cloaked from my tracking!"
Teuchi wove a gentle laugh: "Our alliance commands an aggregate total of eighteen high-powered combat units, whereas the opposing mobilization roster tops out at fourteen independent units. Evaluating the metrics from both numerical mass and raw strength density, our side holds a crushing, absolute advantage. Shall we launch the offensive volleys?"
"Exercise a non-negligible tier of airtight, clinical caution!" Tenji knit his brows into a narrow slit, "From the absolute fraction of a second Orochimaru's Hare seal dispatch touched down, stretching down to the timeline where Ryo Uzumaki successfully concludes his high-speed flight circuit to hit our flanks, our forces command a strict window of roughly a single half-hour to cleanly extract the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki. Refrain from walking clumsily straight inside a hidden ambush!"
"Exactly where on earth does a hidden ambush exist? My independent sensory arrays have already thoroughly and cleanly audited every single metric millimeter of the geographical perimeters!"
"...Mmm?! Your absolute entity commands master-tier sensory tracking capabilities?"
"...Did my vocal parameters omit explicitly breaking down that strategic detail to your ears in the past?"
Tenji took a deep, sweeping breath of air, his right hand instantly locking the Tiger (In) seal to exponentially scale the absolute enforcement parameters governing his Reanimation control grid.
Flawlessly synchronized alongside his movement, Nagato entered his Sage Mode, smoothly lifting his right arm high into the air blocks: "Behave with absolute tactical caution across every single execution step; aggressively stall the operational timeline to comfortably secure the arrival of Konoha's rescue echelons paired along the Teacher's touchdown!"
Right at that exact fraction of a second, positioned dead center in the heart of the sixteen resurrected Warring States predecessors, the spatial matrix violently and abruptly warped into a dense, tightening spiral...
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