Reborn in Konoha as the Anbu Torturer Chapter 481 Will I See Your Past?
The voice that suddenly appeared was like a heavy fist that could not be seen with the naked eye. It heavily smashed into Fugaku's body, directly interrupting him from his dazed state.
Almost in an instant.
Fugaku immediately looked in the direction of the voice.
As far as his eye could see.
It was Konoha White Fang, Hatake Sakumo, who Aoba pretended to be through Kami no Shisha no Jutsu(Paper Person of God Technique).
"Sakumo-sama!"
When Fugaku saw Hatake Sakumo, he was shocked. After that, he was like a person who woke up from a hangover. He immediately looked around and then looked at his hands. His eyes, which had already returned to black, were filled with doubt.
"What is going on?"
"Why am I here?"
"Where is this?"
"What exactly happened?"
"What about... Sekai?"
Fugaku felt like he was in a dream. That dream was not a nightmare because he dreamed of his best friend.
In that dream.
It was as if he had been guided by something.
It was as if a voice was telling him.
As long as he followed the other party's instructions, then there was a possibility of Sekai being resurrected. Strictly speaking, it was not considered a resurrection. Instead, it should be creating a world with Sekai on it.
This voice made Fugaku a little confused.
However, with Aoba's shout, Fugaku immediately woke up out of his daze state and then looked in Aoba's direction.
"Sakumo-sama, how is the war?"
Fugaku seemed to be drunk. He only vaguely remembered that he had a dream, and the scene and feeling of that dream were quickly fading away at a terrifying speed. The only thing that remained on his last memory was the third ninja world war.
Iwagakure ninjas went deep into the Country of Fire.
He stubbornly resisted.
And then...
He inexplicably arrived at this place.
"The war is still ongoing. Hurry up and return to the battlefield!" Aoba imitated Hatake Sakumo's voice and said in a commanding tone.
"Yes!"
Fugaku immediately responded. He was a ninja. It was his duty to obey orders. Now, he did not hesitate at all. He immediately walked in the direction of Country of Fire. After all, the war was still ongoing. He could not continue to waste time here.
Without delay.
Fugaku leaped into the air.
He quickly shuttled through the forest and returned to the battlefield.
Now there were only Aoba who has transformed into Hatake Sakumo, and the group of White Zetsu who were silently observing here not far away.
At this moment.
Those eyes of White Zetsu were filled with doubt. There was a big question mark in their minds. They had not noticed where Hatake Sakumo had come from. How did he suddenly appear here? It was simply inconceivable.
However...
They knew very well that this was not the time to be tangled up in this.
The plan had failed.
They must send the information back and arrange the next plan. They could not stagnate here.
"Why haven't you come out yet?"
However.
Right at this moment.
An indifferent voice slowly sounded.
The owner of the voice was Aoba, who was still standing there.
"Don't tell me you want to leave like this!"
Aoba suddenly turned his head. His gaze seemed to pass through the space here, passing through the dense forest, focusing on those White Zetsu in the gaps between the branches and leaves.
"?????"
Big question marks appeared in the minds of these White Zetsu. None of them reacted.
In their opinion...
This person should be just casually saying.
It definitely wouldn't be true.
However.
These words were clearly said to them.
These White Zetsu looked at each other and exchanged glances with each other. After that, they understood each other's meaning, that was, no one spoke, just pretend that nothing had happened.
"Sigh..."
Aoba let out a faint sigh. He turned around and took a step forward, walking step by step in the direction of White Zetsu.
"Looks like I still have to personally drag you guys out!"
Aoba's voice was very soft but his tone was very resolute. His steps were set in a fixed rhythm. Each step had a fixed distance. It looked neither fast nor slow, but it had its own unique rhythm. Moving at this pace, it was like stepping on a unique musical note, composing a special chapter.
Step by step.
Every time Aoba's feet landed on the ground.
All of them seemed to be in sync with White Zetsu's heartbeat.
All of a sudden.
Aoba seemed to be walking toward these White Zetsu, but to the White Zetsu, it was as if this person was walking in their heartbeat.
This feeling brought them a great shock.
They had never met such a person before.
Gradually.
Aoba was getting closer and closer to these White Zetsu.
"You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Aoba's tone became low. He had reminded these White Zetsu many times, but these White Zetsu were still hidden. No one appeared because of his words. It had to be said that these White Zetsu were still very calm.
At this time.
Aoba suddenly changed the rhythm.
He suddenly stopped, raised his right hand, and directly slapped the ground.
Hum!
An incomparably tyrannical chakra surged toward the ground along Aoba's palm, and in an instant, black-colored lines appeared below his palm.
These black-colored lines were like special markings, and each one contained a mysterious power.
After these lines appeared, they seemed to come alive, and quickly spread to the surroundings, causing the entire ground to spread out, and the power of the seal was everywhere.
"Not good!"
When the group of White Zetsu saw the seal on Aoba's hand, they immediately understood their situation.
They could no longer continue to pretend.
They had to leave immediately.
Otherwise.
Once the seal enveloped them.
It was impossible to leave even if they wanted to.
"It's too late."
Aoba said indifferently. The chakra fluctuations of this group of White Zetsu were all under his perception. He had already seen that these White Zetsu were about to leave, but his seal had already deeply penetrated into the ground, sealing off all the soil and plants in the surroundings. It was already impossible to rely on these plants to instantly leave this place.
"Now..."
"It's our time."
"I've always been very curious."
"If my hand were to touch your heads."
"Will I see your past?"
The corners of Aoba's mouth curled up, revealing an evil smile. However, this face was Hatake Sakumo's face. This smile seemed incompatible with this face.