The crackling thunder shattered the ground as if the heavens had fallen. Momonosuke #2 was struck so hard that blood poured from his seven orifices, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.
However, Dokai didn't seem inclined to let him off that easily. Even as Momonosuke lay unconscious, Dokai continued to hammer away at him.
Understanding the logic of "finishing the job," Dokai didn't hold back.
By the time Dokai stopped, Momonosuke #2's face was unrecognizable, and blood pooled everywhere.
The entire sequence of actions happened in an instant, and by the time Orochimaru's squad reacted, Momonosuke #2 had already been beaten beyond recognition.
Witnessing this brutal scene, Jiraiya broke into a nervous sweat, his voice trembling as he stammered, "W-what kind of ninjutsu is this? How can it be so powerful?"
Susano'o.
The ultimate dojutsu of the Uchiha clan—swift, unyielding, and overwhelmingly destructive.
No one present understood the terror of this technique better than Tōshirō.
He couldn't comprehend why such a monstrous power had appeared here.
And if his eyes hadn't deceived him, Dokai's Sharingan didn't just have the typical tomoe pattern—it was the Mangekyo Sharingan!
As chaotic thoughts flooded his mind, Tōshirō's composure wavered, but now wasn't the time for reflection. In a panic, he roared, "Run!"
His face twisted in fear, an expression so uncharacteristic that his teammates were stunned. They had never seen the usually nonchalant Tōshirō look so terrified.
Almost simultaneously with Tōshirō's shout, a colossal figure lunged forward.
"Run? Do you think you can escape?"
As the group scattered like frightened birds, they frantically threw kunai loaded with explosive tags behind them.
Dokai, like a cat toying with cornered mice, smirked faintly.
The explosive tags detonated upon contact with the blue giant's body, creating a chain of blasts and a thick cloud of dust. When the smoke cleared, the blue giant remained unscathed.
The giant exhaled, unleashing a powerful gust of wind that dispersed the lingering smoke entirely.
The sheer force of the wind made it hard for the group to keep their eyes open, instinctively raising their arms to shield themselves.
At that moment, the blue giant moved. In the blink of an eye, it appeared before one of them, its massive hand swatting the person away like an insect.
"Tsunade—!"
Jiraiya watched helplessly as Tsunade was sent flying like a broken kite. His pupils dilated in horror, his blood boiling with rage as veins bulged around his eyes.
Clenching his teeth, he furiously formed hand seals, channeling an immense amount of chakra into his body. Gathering more chakra in his mouth than he ever had before, he unleashed it all in one massive fireball.
The enormous fireball shot forth like a fiery windstorm, slamming into the blue giant and erupting into a sea of flames.
This Fire Style: Giant Flame Bomb was at least ten times more powerful than a standard flame bullet.
The blaze illuminated the battlefield, the surrounding air heating up dramatically.
"How about that, you bastard?!"
Jiraiya roared in frustration, his voice trembling with anger.
Dokai merely shook his head slightly, his tone dripping with disdain. "Muda muda… Before my Susano'o, all your efforts are meaningless."
With a single wave of its massive hand, the blue giant tore through the flames, dispersing the firestorm.
Then, the giant raised its hand high and brought it down with terrifying force.
The shadow loomed large as it descended, engulfing Jiraiya in its path. Paralyzed by fear, his legs felt as heavy as lead, unable to move.
The blue giant's hand smashed down on Jiraiya, raising a cloud of dust upon impact.
Grabbing Jiraiya by both legs, the giant lifted him upside-down into the air.
"Let me go!"
Though severely injured, Jiraiya struggled desperately.
Dokai's lips curled into a sadistic smile as he manipulated the blue giant to tighten its grip on Jiraiya's legs, intent on breaking them.
The overwhelming pressure made Jiraiya cry out in agony, his screams echoing across the battlefield.
"What a beautiful sound…" Dokai murmured as though savoring a melody.
Just as he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, his expression suddenly shifted. "Oh? It seems someone doesn't want me to have my fun anymore."
With a cold glance, he noticed that a massive green serpent had coiled around the blue giant's body at some point.
The serpent constricted with all its might, forcing the blue giant to release its grip on Jiraiya.
Orochimaru seized the opportunity, releasing several snakes from his sleeves. The serpents intertwined and darted straight toward the unconscious Jiraiya, who had fallen to the ground.
"Too naive," Dokai sneered.
The blue giant suddenly exerted its power, tearing the massive serpent into two halves, blood gushing like a fountain. Then, it grabbed the incoming snakes and yanked them fiercely.
Orochimaru, unable to resist, was pulled forward against his will. His eyes widened in shock as he flew through the air.
Like swatting a fly, the blue giant slapped Orochimaru to the ground, creating a deep crater that spewed dust and debris. Without hesitation, it grabbed Orochimaru's arms, lifted him up, and subjected him to the same treatment Jiraiya had just endured—but this time, it focused on his arms.
Instead of immediately breaking Orochimaru's arms, the giant applied pressure gradually.
Under the relentless squeezing, Orochimaru writhed in agony, his screams echoing across the battlefield.
Adding injury to injury, Orochimaru eventually passed out from the unbearable pain. Losing interest, Dokai controlled the blue giant to toss Orochimaru aside like a piece of trash.
All of this unfolded in mere moments.
Tōshirō stood frozen, his pupils quivering in shock. A chilling sensation coursed down his spine, spreading to every limb and pore. It felt as though he had been plunged into an icy abyss, his very marrow frozen solid.
How could he possibly defeat an opponent wielding Susano'o?
Fire Release?
Ice Release?
Water Release?
None of them would work.
Faced with Susano'o, Tōshirō desperately ran through every conceivable strategy in his mind, only to realize that none of them could succeed.
Against this overwhelming power, Susano'o's speed, strength, and defense were unparalleled.
Only another Susano'o or the might of a tailed beast could hope to match it.
No—thinking about victory was a luxury. The correct mindset now was figuring out how to survive in the presence of Susano'o.
As the blue giant approached step by step, Tōshirō knew he should retreat immediately. But he felt paralyzed, as though an immobilization jutsu had been cast on him.
He wasn't unwilling to run; he simply couldn't.
Every cell in his body trembled with fear and dread.
Though Tōshirō's raw power surpassed Orochimaru's, his mental resilience fell short.
This disparity stemmed from their different upbringings. Orochimaru and his peers had graduated as ninjas at the age of six, enduring rigorous training that tempered their resolve.
Tōshirō, on the other hand, had deliberately slacked off until the age of ten, only becoming a proper ninja after finding a mentor. Even then, he had rarely faced genuine danger.
The most perilous moment in his life had been when he saved Tsunade. But even that was vastly different from this situation—then, he had confidence. Now, the enemy's overwhelming power left him utterly hopeless.
Susano'o felt like a cheat code, rendering all his jutsu useless.
Confronted with this chasm of insurmountable difference, Tōshirō's mental state shattered.
"Scared stiff already?" Dokai's scarlet eyes narrowed, amusement flickering in their depths.
It seemed the child Lord Madara had taken an interest in wasn't much after all.
Then again, it was understandable. Even adults would struggle to remain calm when faced with the overwhelming power of Susano'o.
The fact that Tōshirō wasn't crying or screaming already counted as a small victory.
Now, it was time to follow orders: subdue him and make him experience the despair of powerlessness.
In no time, the blue giant stood before Tōshirō, its cold gaze piercing through him. Its body radiated a malevolent chakra so intense that even Tōshirō, not a sensory ninja, could feel it clearly.
Faced with the demonic might of Susano'o, Tōshirō resembled a frog cornered by a snake—paralyzed, trembling uncontrollably.
Dokai appeared to savor the fear twisting Tōshirō's expression. "Neither you nor we are wrong. It's just the law of the jungle. Blame your own weakness."
As Dokai's taunting voice rang out, Tōshirō's thoughts weren't of resistance but rather an overwhelming sense of humiliation: Don't look, don't think, don't speak.
Damn it... Is this the end...?
This fear—etched into his very genes—felt like facing a god of death.
As if to banish his terror, Tōshirō let out a furious roar, forcing his body into action. Drawing a kunai from his waist, he stabbed it into his thigh.
"Move, damn it—!"
At the last moment, his gaze met Dokai's without flinching, a spark of defiance igniting in his eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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