Chapter 177: The Konoha Crush Plan Comes to an End
The sudden voice made Rasa's hair stand on end.
Who?
When did someone get this close?
He jerked his head to look, while his mind drove Gold Dust to shred the source of the sound.
But it was too late.
A long wooden blade stabbed violently into Rasa's back.
Rasa's body stiffened; his control of the Gold Dust faltered.
There's a sealing technique on this blade that Seals Chakra?
That instant of hesitation was a fatal opening.
Wood Release—Wooden Coffin!
The wooden blade inside Rasa erupted with even more overwhelming vitality.
The blade sprouted, grew, and spread like mad.
Countless tough wooden branches split from the blade, living tendrils that whipped around Rasa's body at shocking speed.
They did not merely bind; they wove, nested, and reinforced like master craftsmen, and in a breath built a seamless, rune-grained casket around him.
Before Rasa could even register who had struck, he was sealed and imprisoned.
The Wooden Coffin cut off inside from outside, physically caging him while Wood Release constantly crushed and absorbed his Chakra, making struggle almost impossible.
Without control, the Gold Dust rained down from the sky.
The instant the coffin formed, sealing glyphs rippled outward like tadpoles in water.
The glowing symbols sank deep into the wood, merging with the suppressive force of the technique to lock Rasa inside.
After sealing Rasa, Naruto didn't pause for a second—he shot off to stop Orochimaru.
Orochimaru was the real core of this Konoha Crush Plan.
Catch Orochimaru, and one day the Ninja World could be played in "easy mode."
He wondered whether that self-proclaimed Uchiha Shin was still under Orochimaru's banner.
Seeing his most troublesome opponent charging him, Orochimaru's golden vertical pupils flashed with ruthlessness and resolve.
He knew that once these two latched on, escape by ordinary means was impossible.
"Myriad Serpent Array!"
Orochimaru's mouth gaped wide, a ghastly hiss rising from his throat.
The next instant, countless brown serpents mixed with tiny white snakes gushed out.
Instead of retreating behind the serpent tide, Orochimaru twisted his body and lunged straight at Jiraiya, who was momentarily slowed by the swarm—clearly gambling everything on driving Jiraiya back or wounding him to open an escape route.
"Bring it, Orochimaru!"
With a roar Jiraiya spun up a Rasengan, ready to clash head-on.
Naruto's charge halted. He didn't know which serpent hid Orochimaru's trick—so he'd simply kill them all.
Calmly he raised his right hand, fingers splayed, and clawed at the air above Orochimaru's position.
Vacuum Attack: Wind Pressure Siphon!
This time Naruto held nothing back.
Centered on Orochimaru, every molecule of air within a fifty-meter sphere was seized, stirred, and crushed by an invisible titanic hand.
A visible, violently rotating mega-vortex appeared out of thin air.
Its suction far surpassed anything shown before.
Rubble, broken weapons, even the tiny white snakes were yanked in and hurled together, spinning like debris in a centrifuge, grinding and smashing.
The serpents were shredded to pulp before they could hiss.
At the epicenter, Orochimaru felt unimaginable forces tearing at him from every direction.
His limbs warped; the Kusanagi sword slipped from his mouth and clattered away.
Jiraiya, sensing the air's murderous shift, paled and sprang high; the toad sage on his shoulder blasted a counter-gust, and together they barely tumbled clear of the storm's edge.
Shima Sage, perched on Jiraiya's shoulder, stared at the sphere of devastation that had swallowed Orochimaru whole. Her toad eyes bulged as she gasped, "Little Jiraiya, when did Konoha Village gain a Ninja this powerful?"
Jiraiya himself could hardly believe it.
So strong… Wood Release, Flying Thunder God, near-instant, Seal-less Ninjutsu… The Old Man told me to take the kid as a student, but with that level the kid could be my teacher.
A battered white-scaled serpent wriggled free of the storm.
From its mouth it spat out a figure.
The ejected man was Orochimaru.
Naruto stepped up to the slime-slicked Orochimaru and sealed him inside a Wooden Coffin.
With Orochimaru sealed, the Konoha Crush Plan was officially over.
"Naruto."
Jiraiya's voice sounded behind him, tinged with complicated feelings, breaking the hush that followed the storm's end.
Naruto turned slowly toward the white-haired man approaching in the sunlight.
His flamboyant black opera robe and cloak, now dusty and torn from battle, looked a bit ridiculous yet carried the weariness of a hard-won victory.
"Yeah. It's over."
Naruto nodded, voice calm, gaze sweeping across the battered rooftop and the quieting battlefield before settling on Jiraiya.
Then his eyes lingered on Jiraiya's outfit, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Pervert—no… Jiraiya-senpai."
"Nice duds."
Jiraiya straightened instantly, a brilliant, almost comical grin blooming across his face as if he'd just received the highest praise on earth.
"Of course they are!"
He even flicked his cloak and struck a theatrical pose, voice booming with pride: "I picked these out myself after ages in that troupe—cut, fabric, embroidery, all top-tier! If they hadn't taught me face-changing I'd never have—ah, I mean, I put real thought into it! Hahahaha!"
He burst into laughter—relief after survival, and, at Naruto's single word of approval, a delight almost childish in its simplicity.
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