With the opening of the Sixth Gate, Might Duy's momentum surged once again.
Although the Eight Gates carried terrifying backlash, years upon years of pure taijutsu training allowed Might Duy to suppress much of the damage through sheer discipline and experience.
Boom!
He stomped hard against the ground, launching himself skyward—rising to the same height as Fuguki Suikazan, who had been kicked into the air by his previous strike.
"You—!"
Suspended in midair, Fuguki Suikazan struggled desperately to regain control of his body and form a defense—
But it was already too late.
"Morning Peacock!"
Might Duy clenched his fist
And in the next instant, countless afterimages erupted forward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His fists burned like blazing flames, striking faster than the wind itself. To everyone watching, it looked as though Might Duy was unleashing an endless storm of punches, each blow detonating against Fuguki Suikazan's body.
The explosions of fire spread outward like the radiant feathers of a peacock in full display, illuminating the entire battlefield.
For a brief moment, the world seemed frozen.
Every gaze locked onto Might Duy—stunned, unmoving.
The Mist ninja didn't understand what they were witnessing.
But on Konoha's side, many shinobi knew exactly who Might Duy was.
Back when Shiki had promoted a so-called "eternal genin" directly to jōnin, countless people had voiced their dissatisfaction.
Now...
They finally understood.
Might Duy was more than qualified.
This level of taijutsu had already surpassed anything they could comprehend.
"This… is taijutsu?"
"This is way too strong!"
"That's the so-called eternal genin?!"
"If that punch hit me… I'd be dead for sure."
"…!"
Several shinobi who had once bullied Might Duy turned pale on the spot.
Damn it… this "eternal genin" was terrifying.
Bang!
Fuguki Suikazan's broken, barely conscious body crashed heavily into the ground.
As for Samehada, the moment Might Duy's fists began raining down, it had already fled. The sentient blade knew better than to stay.
Might Duy landed shortly after.
"Phew…"
He adjusted his breathing slightly. Even with only the Sixth Gate open, unleashing the Morning Peacock still caused his body to ache but it was pain he could endure.
"You…"
Fuguki Suikazan lifted his head with great effort, staring at Might Duy as though he wanted to carve that image into his very bones.
But in the end, his strength failed him.
His head fell limp.
At this point, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of this generation—were completely wiped out.
"Victory!"
"We won!"
After a brief silence, cheers erupted from Konoha's side.
By contrast, Kirigakure's forces fell into dead silence.
Fuguki Suikazan's absolute defeat was a devastating blow to their morale.
"This… is youth!"
Standing on the battlefield, Might Duy shouted without restraint.
After suppressing himself for so many years, he had finally proven it.
And more than anything...
He was grateful to Shiki.
Shiki had not only saved his son back then, but now had given him the chance to prove his youth.
"Lord Shiki!"
Might Duy turned his head, eyes brimming with tears, clearly on the verge of breaking down.
"Enough."
Shiki cut him off calmly. "Save the tears. The war isn't over yet."
He had no interest in hearing Might Duy cry in the middle of the battlefield.
Besides, defeating Fuguki Suikazan alone didn't mean Kirigakure had fallen.
"Yes!"
Might Duy responded instantly, regaining his focus and turning back toward the Mist forces.
"Damn it… damn it… damn it!"
Yagura's eyes darkened.
That fool Fuguki Suikazan—dying like that only brought shame.
"All units!"
Morale was already collapsing. If he hesitated any longer, this battle wouldn't even need to be fought.
Yagura raised his hand sharply.
In response, every Mist shinobi's expression turned vicious.
"Attack!"
With a single command, thousands of Mist shinobi roared and charged toward Konoha's lines.
Shiki had long anticipated this.
His hands were already resting on the hilts of his swords.
"Everyone—crush them!"
"This is war! Don't hesitate—advance!"
"YES!"
"Defeat them!"
"For Konoha!"
Thousands of Mist shinobi and thousands of Konoha shinobi collided, turning the once-quiet battlefield into a living hell.
Might Duy was the first to surge forward.
The backlash of the Eight Gates hadn't yet robbed him of his fighting strength.
At the same time...
The Fourth Mizukage, Yagura, appeared directly before Shiki.
"Shiki!"
Yagura's gaze was murderous.
Shiki didn't flinch. Instead, he laughed lightly.
"You're the Fourth Mizukage? Honestly, if you didn't say anything, I'd think you were his son."
"You—!"
A blatant jab at his baby face.
Yagura's anger exploded.
"Water Style—Great Water Rush!"
Boom!
Surrounded by abundant water, Kirigakure's terrain amplified the technique's power as a massive torrent surged forward.
"Oh? Not even letting others speak?"
Shiki smiled.
His sword slid from its sheath in a single motion.
A brilliant golden sword aura cleaved forward—
Boom!
The raging Water Style was split apart instantly.
"Coral Palm!"
Yagura appeared beside Shiki in a flash and struck with his palm.
Bang!
Shiki raised his arm, Armament Haki coating it completely, and blocked the blow with ease.
Yagura immediately retreated more than ten meters, sneering.
"You've been hit by my Coral Palm. You're dead."
This was an A-rank ninjutsu created by Yagura himself. Once it landed, coral would grow inside the enemy's body—weak targets would be assimilated entirely.
"Is that so?"
Shiki smiled indifferently and raised his arm.
Coral had already begun spreading across it...
But Shiki simply retracted it, utterly unconcerned.
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