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Jiryoku, honing his 'Observation Haki: Future Sight,'detected the approaching 'Truth Seeking Orbs' in his direction. Notably, these orbs did not resemble their usual spherical shape, instead manifesting as menacing kunai. With his enhanced perception, Jiryoku anticipated the trajectory from which the kunai-like orbs would strike. Despite his understanding of their path, he made the deliberate choice not to alter his position. In a calculated move, he summoned his 'Gravity Push' technique, assuming that these orbs would succumb to the same fate as numerous other attacks he had repelled with this power.
However, the outcome defied Jiryoku's expectations. The two 'Truth Seeking Orbs: Kunai' halted momentarily in their trajectory, exhibiting a tenacity that set them apart from the typical attacks that fell victim to 'Gravity Push.' A brief pause marked their resistance, but they pressed forward undeterred.
A pensive thought crossed Jiryoku's mind. "It seems that my upcoming battle will indeed prove more challenging. These 'Truth Seeking Orbs' appear to possess an unusual resilience against my gravity manipulation."
With his 'Gravity Push' ineffective against the 'Truth Seeking Orbs,' Jiryoku faced no alternative but to engage in a defensive strategy, evading the relentless assaults while simultaneously harnessing the power of 'Natural Chakra' in preparation for what lay ahead.
In the midst of the chaotic battle, a heart-pounding scene unfolded. Jiryoku darted through the battlefield with the relentless 'Truth Seeking Orb' hot on his heels. However, only the elite Kage-level ninjas possessed the keen eyesight and heightened perception to even catch a fleeting glimpse of this high-speed pursuit. Weaker ninja merely perceived hazy blurs that materialized sporadically, a mirage in the blink of an eye, usually when Jiryoku momentarily decelerated or abruptly changed his course.
On the flip side, as Jiryoku raced for his life, the indomitable Asura weaved intricate ninjutsu with unwavering focus. After what seemed like an eternity, a colossal entity emerged from the tapestry of chakra, its massive frame towering at over 500 meters in height, adorned with a thousand colossal hands.
Spectators and combatants alike, their hearts pounding, couldn't stifle their gasps of shock. This colossal creation was nothing short of a waking nightmare, a cataclysmic force that left the major ninja villages, except for Konoha, trembling in trepidation. The Kage leaders from various villages were left reeling, their thoughts wandering to the historical records handed down by their village's founders. They were all too familiar with the catastrophic potential of this jutsu, a power that had once kept them at bay, and the memory of Hashirama's unparalleled might now loomed large.
Witnessing this colossal titan in the reality, the Kages comprehended the true extent of its destructive prowess. It became clear why Senju Hashirama, revered as the First Hokage, had effortlessly subdued and distributed eight formidable tailed beasts to other major villages, as if they were mere trinkets, each one like a piece of chicken in the hands of this colossal giant.
The colossal meteor loomed a mere hundred meters away from the titanic figure wielding the formidable 'Sage Art Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands.' Asura, his eyes locked on this meteor, swiftly mobilized nearly five hundred hands – a force that stood as a mere half of the legendary jutsu's full might. With precision and unity, the wooden appendages surged forth, launching a coordinated assault from various directions upon the approaching meteor.
Upon impact, the initial two hundred hands clashed with the meteor, their valiant efforts met with the unrelenting might of the celestial object. The meteor, a seething testament to the immense kinetic energy accrued during its descent from the sky, boasted an intense heat, both internally and externally. Yet, the sheer force of these two hundred wooden fists managed to quell much of the kinetic fury, leaving behind a towering structure of meteorite that moved at a reduced pace.
However, the intense heat radiating from the meteor still mirrored the inferno of a raging volcano. The remaining three hundred wooden hands, unwavering in their determination, continued their relentless assault upon the meteor until nothing remained but a cloud of dust, fragments of rock, and ashes scattered in all directions.
The awe-inspiring spectacle of a colossal meteor's annihilation at the hands of hundreds of wooden appendages left all spectators dumbfounded. The wisdom of the astute ninja present here couldn't be overstated. They were acutely aware of the unfathomable devastation that would have been wrought had the meteor struck the earth. Yet, Asura's timely intervention had transformed an impending catastrophe of unprecedented proportions into nothing more than a distant memory.
"He is the son of the Sage of Six Paths, after all," murmured Onoki, his voice tinged with awe and respect.
Kurotsuchi, the inquisitive one, turned to her grandfather with a question. "Grandpa, could you have defeated them both using your 'Dust Release'?"
Onoki's brow furrowed in contemplation. "Perhaps, but I am far from certain. Their incredible speed is a formidable challenge, and I can barely keep pace just watching them. Not to mention, I'm uncertain of the consequences of engaging with such formidable foes."
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