Staying calm is an essential quality for a great ninja.
As he looked at Mr. A, who was spurting blood from a severed artery yet still inviting him warmly, Minato Namikaze's mind raced with many thoughts.
But to prove those "thoughts," he needed to try once more.
"Hmm?"
Noticing the change in Minato's gaze, Mr. A stopped talking. His expression darkened slightly. "It seems you've chosen to go against my Lord."
Before he finished speaking, a specially made trident kunai sliced through the air like a shooting star.
Clang!
Mr. A caught the kunai between his fingers, smirking. "I see through your tricks; I won't fall for the same move again."
"Is that so?"
Minato, who had been several meters away, suddenly vanished from sight.
Mr. A's pupils constricted as he sensed hostility approaching from behind. He twisted his head 180 degrees in a crazed manner, his blood-red eyes locking onto Minato in an instant.
Even for a seasoned warrior like Minato, this unexpected 'head turn' startled him.
This guy is way too strange!
Despite his surprise, Minato didn't slow down. In a blink, he closed the distance, and chakra surged in his hand, forming rapidly like a small storm.
"Rasengan—!"
The chakra, compressed into a sphere, swirled irregularly inside, resembling a miniature storm.
In an instant, the air around him twisted into a vortex, creating layers of tearing motion around his jutsu.
The deep blue, high-density chakra ball looked like the tailed beast bomb used by the tailed beasts.
It was easy to imagine that if this attack hit, the high-density chaotic chakra could shred a normal person's body and destroy vital organs.
But here's the question: Is Mr. A a normal person?
The answer is obvious—no!
"I told you, I won't fall for the same trick twice!"
Mr. A's smile widened, showing his sharp white teeth. Then, his body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into pure, thick flesh that quickly seeped into the ground.
The Flying Thunder God suddenly closed in and finished with a Rasengan!
This combo, which had never failed, was supposed to land perfectly, but Mr. A dodged it in a strange way.
Minato Namikaze's eyes widened, revealing a look of shock for the first time.
But in the next moment, a mass of thick, bloody flesh erupted from the ground, like a giant crimson curtain trying to wrap around him completely.
As a ninja, his instincts sent a strong warning at that moment.
The cells that made up the human body seemed to scream in terror, as if something horrible would happen if they were engulfed by that mass of flesh.
With a rush, Minato used a pre-placed marker to escape just before being enveloped by the bloody mass.
After landing, he felt cold sweat beading on his forehead, half-kneeling on the ground as he looked at the thick flesh that had tried to engulf him.
It gradually transformed back into a human shape, making him swallow hard and revealing an even greater sense of horror.
"Too bad, you got away," Mr. A said, licking his lips with a hint of regret. "I wanted to see how you would taste, but your senses are quite sharp."
Taste?
Looking into Mr. A's eyes filled with 'desire,' Minato's heart sank.
He didn't believe that the 'taste' meant anything innocent. Analyzing Mr. A's bizarre behavior, it seemed to imply something much more sinister—perhaps eating him!
Minato took a deep breath, fully alert.
This enemy before him couldn't be understood by normal standards; everything about him, from his actions to his jutsu, was strange!
The Aurora Order, this suddenly emerging organization, made him feel not only concerned but also a deep fear of the unknown.
An organization shrouded in mystery, with even Danzo as a member—what could their true purpose be?
"Minato Namikaze, are you not coming over?" Mr. A said, noticing that Minato hadn't moved for a while. He took a step forward, his arms stretching unnaturally long like two soft strips of cloth dragging on the ground. "If that's the case, I'll come to you."
Mr. A's figure slowly merged into the shadow beneath him.
He transformed into a shadow, flickering like a ghost among the tombstones in the cemetery, quickly closing in.
"Is this similar to the Nara clan's shadow techniques?"
Minato narrowed his eyes and immediately threw a kunai, placing it in a location without shadows around him to create an escape route.
Whoosh!
In the next moment, Mr. A emerged from the shadows, a mad grin on his face. "Let me taste you, Minato—!"
His arms swung violently, like steel whips.
Crack! Crack!
The fierce attacks made the air crackle, as if fabric were being ripped apart.
Minato lowered his body and sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the incoming strikes. But before he could catch his breath, two steel-like arms slashed through the air, glowing red as they pursued him relentlessly!
Flying Thunder God Technique!
Using the kunai he had set up earlier, Minato shifted his spatial coordinates.
Once he created some distance, he began analyzing his opponent's abilities in his mind: "This guy can manipulate his body at will and transform in any way. Careless contact carries uncertain risks. The best approach is to use long-range ninjutsu, but unfortunately, I'm not very skilled in that area."
Though he wasn't proficient, it didn't mean he was out of options.
"Where do you think you're running, Minato~?"
Mr. A caught up, his eyes filled with desire as he aimed to capture the man. "Ah, I can smell it! The scent of your flesh is so beautiful. Hope, love, bonds, friendship… Someone like you should join us. My lord will surely like you!"
"I won't join you!"
Minato, feeling a bit disgusted, showed a hint of disdain on his face.
With a strong push off the ground, I leaped high into the air, dodging Mr. A's enthusiastic charge. Mid-air, I adjusted my position and tossed out a shuriken.
"Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique!"
The single shuriken instantly split into thousands, raining down like a torrential downpour.
Boom, boom, boom.
Taking advantage of Mr. A being temporarily suppressed by the storm of shurikens, Minato Namikaze once again used the Flying Thunder God Technique.
Amidst the shuriken rain, he threw a special kunai, allowing him to risk getting close again. Drawing from his previous experience, he pressed his palm heavily against Mr. A's abdomen.
"Four Symbols Seal!"
This powerful sealing technique, originating from the Uzumaki clan, could disrupt the flow of chakra.
This was the solution Minato had in mind—no matter how strange the ninjutsu, sealing the opponent's chakra could create a chance.
The swirling patterns and incantations appeared, signaling the success of the Four Symbols Seal.
Mr. A's face twisted in horror as he screamed, "No, no—don't! Ah—I'm going to die!"
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