87: Chapter 87 The Crimson Array of Despair, the Harvested "Jade""Ugh—!"
Asma clutched his abdomen, where there were no external injuries, and even his clothes were intact.
But the muscles and nerves inside felt like they were being violently churned by a red-hot iron rod.
The excruciating pain caused his hand, which was gripping the chakra blade, to spasm.
"Teacher!" Shikamaru's forehead veins bulged, and cold sweat dripped down his chin.
He understood.
That eerie circular formation, that gesture of licking blood into one's mouth.
This is connection.
As long as that madman stands in the blood array, all the damage will be shared.
"Don't go over there!" Shikamaru shouted sharply, stopping Izumo and Kotetsu who were about to rush forward."That's a curse!As long as he's in that circle, attacking him is the same as attacking Asuma-sensei!"
Hidan stood in the center of the circle drawn in the pool of blood, laughing maniacally.
He gripped the black spear in his other hand, this time aiming it at his left side.
"This is the spleen, Asumasan."
Pfft.
The spear pierced through.
"Cough!" Asuma coughed up a mouthful of blood and his body swayed uncontrollably to the left.
The same excruciating pain, in the same spot.
The sensation of ruptured internal organs was so vivid it was despairing.
"What a beautiful cry." Hidan pulled out his spear, spraying blood everywhere."Where's next?The lungs?Or the kidneys?"
We can't wait any longer.
Shikamaru swiftly formed hand seals, his shadow, like a black python, slithered wildly across the broken concrete ground.
Shadow Imitation Technique, activated.
The shadowy figure darted precisely through the gaps in the ruins, and just a second before Hidan raised his spear to stab his femoral artery, it tightly wrapped around his ankle.
At that moment, Hidan froze.
"This trick again?" Hidan's eyes darted around as he looked at the black shadow extending from his feet."Ugh, this brat is so annoying."
Shikamaru maintained the hand seal, his teeth grinding together.
Chakra is being consumed rapidly.
Controlling such a taijutsu monster is more difficult than controlling ten ordinary ninjas.
"Izumo!Kotetsu!Ignore that immortal body!" Shikamaru roared, "Get him out of that circle!As long as he leaves that blood array, the curse will be broken!"
Simply disconnect the connection.
Just a moment.
Upon hearing this, Izumo Kazutetsu immediately swung his massive weapon, smashing it towards Hidan with a whooshing sound.
"Too slow."
A deep, aged voice rang out.
Kakuzu, who had been standing by watching the battle, made a move.
He didn't attack Shikamaru directly, but instead raised his right hand.
The wide sleeves of the Xiao robe burst open instantly.
A mass of black vascular substance surged, and then a hideous masked monster emerged from his shoulder.
The mask opened its mouth.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!
The blinding blue light illuminated the dim forest clearing.
Lightning Release: False Darkness.
Without any hand seals, the high-intensity, sharp lightning spear pierced through the air instantly, carrying a destructive aura, and rushed straight towards Shikamaru.
quick.
So fast it didn't even take a blink of an eye.
"Shikamaru!"
Ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, Asuma forcibly mobilized his chakra, swung out the wind blade in his hand, and tried to intercept the lightning.
boom!
Lightning exploded.
The massive shockwave uprooted the surrounding trees.
Although Shikamaru barely avoided a fatal wound, the connection of his Shadow Imitation Technique was instantly shattered by the raging Lightning Release chakra.
"Cough cough." Shikamaru fell into the mud, half of his body was numb.
Control has been lifted.
Hidan has regained his freedom.
He twisted his neck, his black and white skull face full of mockery: "Kakuzu, you almost electrocuted me too."
"Stop talking nonsense." Kakuzu coldly looked at the group of prey."Let's finish this quickly, we still need to exchange the money."
despair.
The gap in strength is so large it's suffocating.
An immortal being, a monster possessing five chakra natures.
Asma stood up, supporting himself with his sword.
He spat out the blood and foam from his mouth, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit his last cigarette.
The smoke entered my lungs, and the nicotine slightly suppressed the excruciating pain in my internal organs.
"Shikamaru, you guys run!"
Asma's voice was calm, yet it conveyed a sense of determination.
"teacher?"
"This is an order."
Asuma took a deep breath and unleashed his chakra without reservation.
His entire body was enveloped in wind-attribute chakra, like a layer of blue armor.
Instead of retreating, he charged towards Hidan.
Since it can't be killed.
If they can hold him off, Shikamaru and the others will have a chance to survive.
"Oh?You're willingly throwing your life away?" Hidan licked his lips excitedly, raising the Bloodstained Three-Moon Scythe in his hand."Come on!Let the Jashin-sama hear your wail!"
when!
The chakra blade and the scythe collided in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere.
Asma completely abandoned defense.
He let the scythe slash his shoulder, determined to plunge the wind blade in his hand into Hidan's chest.
The enormous impact propelled the two backward.
step.
Two steps.
Hidan's heel was already on the edge of the circle.
"Get out of here!"
Asuma roared, gathering all his chakra in his right fist and slamming it hard into Hidan's face.
Bang!
Hidan was sent flying backwards, crashing out of the crimson circle.
The black lines on my body began to fade.
The curse has been lifted.
"Now!Cut off his head!" Asma shouted.
But he forgot one thing.
Hidan's scythe has a rope attached.
Just as Asuma was about to finish him off, Hidan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly laughed.
The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the sound of scraping glass.
"Just kidding."
Hidan flicked his wrist.
The sickle, attached to a long rope, was suddenly pulled back.
The end of the sickle hooked onto the root of a large tree.
Using this pulling force, Hidan's body swung like a pendulum, drawing a strange arc in the air.
*Smack*
His feet landed firmly once again in the center of the blood-stained circle.
Black and white Grim ReaperThe patterns reappeared.
"Game over, Big Beard."
Hidan stared at Asuma, who was standing close by and looked completely bewildered, his killing intent freezing into ice.
He raised the black spear in his hand.
This time.
It was aimed at his own heart.
"No--!"
Ino, who had just arrived from the woods, let out a piercing scream.
Choji's bag of snacks fell to the ground, scattering potato chips all over the floor.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.
Asma stopped what she was doing.
He knew it was too late.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Shikamaru, who was sitting in the mud not far away.
The cigarette butt burned my lips.
But he couldn't feel any pain.
Those eyes, which always held a carefree smile, now held only deep regret and a heavy sense of entrustment.
'The jade is now entrusted to you.'
He didn't say it aloud.
But Shikamaru heard it.
Pfft.
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent forest.
Hidan laughed wildly as he plunged the black spear deep into his heart, until the hilt was completely gone.
"Hahaha!That's great!So great!"
at the same time.
Asma's body trembled violently.
A large mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed out, staining the bulletproof vest on his chest red.
My heart contracted violently, then only a faint beat remained.
The world has lost its sound.
Asma's tall body swayed, like a collapsing tower, before falling heavily into the dust.
Those eyes were still open, but they were losing focus.
"Asuma-sensei!"
Heart-wrenching cries echoed through the sky.
Naruto's apartment in Konoha Village.
On his retina, a data stream that only he could see was pulsating.
[Target detected: Nara Shikamaru; emotional fluctuations have exceeded the threshold.]
Fear Level: MAX
Despair Level: MAX
[Target detected: Ino Yamanaka, Choji Akimichi; mental defenses have completely collapsed.]
In the picture.
Ino knelt on the ground, her pupils dilated to the extreme, tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string.
Choji stared blankly at Asuma-sensei lying on the ground, looking like a doll whose soul had been ripped out.
The shock of having one's faith crumble and witnessing the tragic death of a loved one is a reality that no illusion can match.
"What.stunning colors!"
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