"Nani…?"
Seeing Yagami still speaking so casually even after taking his full attack, Mangetsu Hōzuki felt a chill crawl over his skin.
Cold sweat poured down his back.
Yagami's strength was far beyond what he had imagined.
It was not simply defense anymore.
It felt like he was facing an iron fortress that could not be broken.
For the first time, Mangetsu Hōzuki felt it clearly.
This man was impossible to defeat.
"Help me! Hurry!"
Exhausted and terrified, Mangetsu Hōzuki roared at the top of his lungs.
Right now, he was suspended in midair with no ground beneath his feet. The only thing keeping him there was the point where his blade clashed against Yagami's.
And beneath him…
Yagami's shining blade waited like an executioner's sword.
That feeling made every nerve in his body scream.
With no other choice, he could only call for help.
"Ninja Art: Hair Needle Senbon!"
Seeing Yagami locked in place by Mangetsu Hōzuki, Fuguki Suikazan acted without hesitation.
The orange hair covering his back suddenly spread open as if it had come alive.
Then, under the surge of his chakra, countless strands hardened instantly and shot forward like needles.
They rained down toward both Yagami and Mangetsu Hōzuki.
The attack range was wide enough to swallow even his own comrade.
"Fuguki Suikazan!"
Realizing that Fuguki intended to kill him along with the enemy, Mangetsu Hōzuki roared in disbelief.
Among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, Fuguki had always been the most ruthless and cold-blooded.
But Chiba had never imagined that he would be abandoned like this.
"For Kirigakure. Die with honor."
Fuguki's expression did not change at all.
He thrust both hands forward, and even more hair needles burst out, covering the sky like a storm.
Seeing Fuguki's merciless attack, the remaining swordsmen's faces darkened.
But after witnessing Yagami kill three of them almost instantly, none of them dared to stop him.
If they missed this chance, they might be the next ones to fall.
"Oh…?"
"Is this what you call comradeship?"
"Fuguki Suikazan, you really are ruthless."
Looking at the storm of senbon coming down on him, Yagami chuckled lazily.
He neither dodged nor defended.
He simply held the Ama no Murakumo with both hands and kept Mangetsu Hōzuki pinned in the air like a shield.
"Yagami!"
Outside the battlefield, Hiruzen Sarutobi shouted in alarm.
He could not see Yagami putting up any defense, so he had no idea what Yagami was planning.
But the moment his voice rang out—
Fuguki's hair needles swallowed both figures.
Puff, puff, puff!
Blood sprayed into the air like a fountain.
Around Yagami and Mangetsu Hōzuki, the ground was torn apart by the continuous barrage of senbon, sending dust surging into the sky.
"Did we get him?"
Fuguki continued firing for nearly half a minute.
Only after his hair had visibly thinned by half did he finally stop.
The other two swordsmen stared at the cloud of dust without blinking, hoping to see Yagami riddled with holes.
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"
The smoke was clearing too slowly.
Jūzō Biwa immediately formed hand seals and swung his arm forward.
A gust of wind swept across the battlefield, blowing the dust away.
The scene inside was finally revealed to everyone.
Mangetsu Hōzuki was still hanging in the air.
His body was covered in wounds, blood dripping down nonstop.
And Yagami beneath him was also full of tiny holes.
However…
Inside those wounds, golden light flickered.
"Ara ara… sorry to disappoint you."
Yagami's amused voice rang out.
In the next instant, golden light flashed across his body, and every wound closed completely.
It was as if nothing had happened at all.
"Nani?!"
Seeing that bizarre scene, the three remaining swordsmen froze in shock.
Without knowing Yagami's true ability, there was no way they could understand what had just happened.
Outside the battlefield, Hiruzen finally relaxed when he saw that Yagami was unharmed.
At this point, he understood one thing clearly.
Yagami's strength had already far surpassed his own.
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, who had once been terrifying opponents in his eyes, looked almost like ordinary shinobi in Yagami's hands.
One slash for one.
One kick for another.
That was all it took.
"Guh…!"
At that moment, Mangetsu Hōzuki, who had not yet died, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had never imagined that even after being used as a sacrifice, Fuguki's attack still failed to injure Yagami.
"Why? As a member of the Hōzuki Clan, you don't know the Hydrification Technique?"
Yagami looked at the dying Chiba and smiled mockingly.
"Then you really are useless."
In the original Naruto world, the later generations of the Hōzuki Clan could use the Hydrification Technique.
Although the technique was not especially lethal, its ability to turn the body into water made it extremely useful for survival.
"Right. Your Hōzuki Clan also has the Water Gun Technique."
Yagami raised his hand with a faint smile.
"Then before you die, let me show you something stronger than a water gun."
Mangetsu Hōzuki was already at his limit.
Yagami pushed forward with the Ama no Murakumo and threw him down to the ground in front of him.
"Laser Beam."
Yagami raised one finger.
A dazzling golden light gathered at his fingertip.
Then, under Mangetsu Hōzuki's unwilling gaze, a beam of light shot forward and pierced straight through the center of his forehead.
An elite jōnin was worth two or three hundred prestige points.
To Yagami, that amount was barely more than a mosquito's leg.
But if it was right in front of him, why would he let it go?
So Yagami finished him off without the slightest hesitation.
"We can't beat him! Run!"
Watching Mangetsu Hōzuki die completely, the remaining three finally snapped back to reality.
Without hesitation, they rushed away in three different directions.
At this moment, they no longer cared whether their backs were exposed.
If they stayed, they would die.
Since death was waiting either way, they might as well gamble on the small chance of escape.
"Ara ara…"
"I can't exactly let the last three lucky survivors leave, can I?"
Yagami glanced at the three fleeing figures.
Then his body scattered into particles of golden light.
In the next instant, he appeared in front of the fastest one—
Kushimaru Kuriarare.
"Hey, hey."
"I heard you butchered your own comrades and even your teacher. That true?"
Yagami looked at Kushimaru with casual curiosity.
He remembered that in the original story, this guy was an especially cruel shinobi.
His hobby was said to be sewing enemies to trees with Nuibari, the Longsword, and then quietly watching them struggle before death.
"Longsword Ninja Art: Piercing Stitch!"
Seeing Yagami block his path, Kushimaru knew there was no escape.
He immediately counterattacked.
The needle-like blade in his hand shot forward at high speed, moving with terrifying precision.
A thin wire trailed behind the blade, cutting through the air like a deadly thread.
"Your techniques are flashy."
Yagami drew the Ama no Murakumo once again.
"But that isn't how a sword is meant to be used."
His legs bent slightly.
Then—
Boom!
The ground beneath him cracked as Yagami shot forward like a flash of light.
"Light Slash."
The two figures crossed in an instant.
At the same time, the lightsaber in Yagami's hand swept out cleanly.
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