Chapter 29 Tobirama Severely Injured/Mangekyou Sharingan...
Yan Sheng moved like lightning, relentlessly pursuing the fleeing figure ahead.
The man was clearly very familiar with the town's streets and alleys, and he darted through the crowded streets like a fish, trying to escape his pursuers.
A cold glint flashed in Yan Sheng's eyes as he increased his speed to the maximum.
His figure moved through the crowd like an elusive streak of light. Passersby only felt a gentle breeze pass by, and before they could even see what was happening, the black figure had already passed through the crowd, closing the distance to his target in an instant.
The fleeing man turned around in terror, only to meet Yan Sheng's dark eyes, which were filled with murderous intent.
The next moment, Yan Sheng appeared directly in front of him as if he had teleported. Without drawing his sword, he simply raised his hand and gripped Yan Sheng's throat tightly with his five fingers like iron clamps.
The fugitive's face was flushed red and purple from lack of oxygen. The veins on his hands bulged as he desperately tried to pry open Yan Sheng's unmoving hand, squeezing out broken "hoarse" sounds from his throat, but he couldn't budge the boy an inch.
The scene was eerily absurd—a frail boy and a grown man whose throat he was gripping tightly. The former's strength was overwhelming, leaving the latter powerless to resist.
"May I have your name."
Yan Sheng's voice was calm and undisturbed, his tone carrying an air of superiority. It was as if being known by his name was a great honor.
And that is indeed the case.
Yan Sheng never asks names when he kills. Only a very few prey that can pique his interest are worthy of leaving their names before him. And those that he finds "interesting" are few and far between.
The man's pupils dilated with fear, and his hands were still desperately trying to pry Yan Sheng's fingers apart, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Yan Sheng loosened his grip slightly, allowing his opponent to catch his breath.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about..." the man managed to utter, his eyes flickering. "I'm just an ordinary person...I haven't offended you!"
***
Black Zetsu cursed his bad luck in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked - he never expected that the original owner of this body would provoke a ninja, and the other party's strength was not to be underestimated.
On the other hand, if it weren't for the fact that this ordinary human body severely hampered his performance, he would have already fled thousands of miles away with his abilities.
And one has to admit, the opponent is indeed very strong. Despite being quite young, he didn't even give him a chance to escape.
Of course, if he hadn't forced his way out to avoid revealing his identity, the young man might not have been able to stop him.
Come to think of it, for some reason, he felt that the boy looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
It's no wonder Black Zetsu didn't think of it at first. He always focused all his attention on Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju. As for others, even their younger brothers, they were only people he paid a little more attention to than others, but he didn't really care about them much.
Yan Sheng was frail and sickly from childhood, rarely going to the battlefield or venturing out, so his presence was already extremely low. In addition, he had not even awakened his Sharingan yet, so he was naturally worthless in Black Zetsu's eyes.
Even if he was planning to "upgrade" Madara's eyes, he had already set his sights on the more talented Uchiha Izuna. So, Yan Sheng escaped a disaster by sheer coincidence.
However, no matter how much you try to ignore it, you still saw it eventually.
Moreover, Madara and his brothers all looked alike, to the point that anyone could immediately tell they were related by blood. So it's normal for Black Zetsu to find them familiar.
Black Zetsu frantically tried to recall and search for any memories related to the face before him.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Yan Sheng's patience was completely exhausted. A cold killing intent suddenly gathered, and his five fingers tightened mercilessly.
Just as his throat was about to be crushed, a flash of inspiration struck Black Zetsu.
Holy crap! I remember now! I remember everything! This is Madara Uchiha's sickly younger brother?!
But... how is this possible? How could he possess such terrifying power?!
A chilling sensation instantly ran up Black Zetsu's spine.
Black Zetsu suddenly remembered something: the mysterious dwarf he had encountered before, judging by his age, seemed to be about the same age as Uchiha Kokusatsu.
Could it be... that Uchiha Kokusatsu is that mysterious dwarf?!
This thought struck like a thunderbolt, and Hei Jue's expression changed drastically. He dared not hold back in the slightest. His true form, like a boiling shadow, surged wildly from the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose of the dying host's body. The black, viscous liquid burrowed into the ground after landing.
But Yan Sheng's movements were even faster.
He didn't even loosen his grip on the limp body in his arms; his other hand shot out like lightning, grabbing at the writhing shadow.
"Buzz—"
An invisible yet terrifying force field, heavy as a mountain, suddenly descended. The surrounding air groaned under its weight, and Black Zetsu's body, which was about to disappear into the earth, was forcibly restrained, like a fly frozen in amber, unable to even make the slightest movement.
"Did I allow you to leave? I've already let you escape twice."
twice?
Black Zetsu is now completely certain that Uchiha Kokusatsu is the mysterious dwarf.
Yan Sheng's voice was colder than polar ice, and a flash of red appeared in the depths of his dark eyes.
Black Zetsu gritted his teeth, and the next second, the part of his body that had been grabbed suddenly broke off on its own. The main body, aided by this self-destructive impact, plunged into the ground like a burst dam.
Yan Sheng's face instantly turned terrifyingly gloomy.
He wasn't entirely unprepared for this, but with the power his body had regained, he really couldn't completely stop the other party from escaping.
—This is the third time.
This is the third time she has escaped right under his nose...
A chilling rage silently burned in Yan Sheng's eyes, and his violent killing intent almost materialized, scorching and distorting the air around him.
Just then, that familiar gaze, tinged with subtle malice, fell upon him once more. But this time, it was clearly mixed with undisguised killing intent.
Just when you're feeling frustrated and have nowhere to vent, a punching bag comes knocking on your door.
Yan Sheng suddenly turned his head, his gaze as sharp as a poisoned blade, precisely piercing the location of the spy.
When Tobirama Senju met Yan Sheng's gaze, he felt a chill run up to the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
In a daze, he seemed to see three pairs of cold, inhuman eyes superimposed on that exquisite, jade-like young man's face—terrifying, ferocious, yet exuding a chilling, almost eerie charm.
Tobirama Senju's heart suddenly clenched, as if gripped by an invisible hand. Years of life-or-death instinct screamed a frantic, agonizing danger in his mind!
Almost the instant their eyes met, he reacted. His body moved backward before his thoughts could even register, his hands forming hand seals with lightning speed.
"Water Escape·Water Formation Wall!"
The surging water suddenly burst forth, transforming into a thick curtain of water that stretched between him and the boy.
A faint hint of interest flashed across Yan Sheng's eyes.
Limited by his frail health, he has never fought anyone since his reincarnation. It's not that he's unwilling, but rather that his two elder brothers and mother have protected him too much. They never spar with him, nor do they allow anyone else to fight him.
Yan Sheng himself was unwilling to be exposed, so he tacitly approved of this excessive protection. This was also the reason why he decided to leave his clan's territory and go out to seek opportunities.
Without enough life-or-death crises, how can there be enough thrill to break free from shackles?
In the blink of an eye, Yan Sheng had already made his move.
In his hand lay the short sword that Madara had given him on his fifth birthday. Its blade was cold and sharp, exquisitely forged—undoubtedly a deadly weapon.
Of course, in terms of ease and skill, it is ultimately not as good as his more commonly used katana.
But given his current size and physique, a short sword is the most suitable choice.
Before the mist had completely dissipated, Tobirama Senju had already appeared on Yan Sheng's flank in an instant. He had no intention of testing him; he immediately launched a killing attack.
"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"
A torrent of water surged and converged around him, instantly condensing into a ferocious, roaring giant water dragon. With a crushing force, it crashed towards Yan Sheng! The rapidly spinning water tore through the air, producing a deafening roar.
Yan Sheng's pupils contracted slightly, but he did not retreat. He pushed off the ground with his toes, not to dodge, but to rush towards the side of the water dragon! His body was pressed extremely low as he ran, almost parallel to the ground, and the short knife in his hand drew a cold arc.
Tobirama Senju was surprised.
They actually want to fight against ninjutsu in this way? Come to think of it, they're ninjas, so why don't they use ninjutsu?
However, in the next instant, that surprise turned into amazement.
It turns out the boy didn't intend to fight the water dragon head-on.
Just as he was about to be swallowed up, his body suddenly changed speed and direction with terrifying flexibility and explosive power, like a shadow dancing close to the fangs of a giant beast, narrowly missing the water dragon's most violent edge. At the same time, the short knife in his hand struck several key points on the water dragon's body with unparalleled precision.
Tobirama was shocked to find that his control over the water dragon had slightly faltered, and the flow of chakra had become somewhat sluggish.
What happened?!
Tobirama was deeply shaken.
Before he could think further, Yan Sheng had already cut through the scattered water and closed in! He used the short knife to its fullest extent, thrusting, parrying, and slashing horizontally. His moves were simple and fierce, without any superfluous or fancy movements. Every strike was aimed at vital points such as the throat, heart, and eyes.
The speed was so fast and the angle so tricky that Tobirama had to retreat repeatedly, and for a moment he could only use his kunai to block, with sparks flying wildly.
What terrifying swordsmanship!
As Tobirama parried the onslaught, his arms went slightly numb from the strange force contained within them.
The more he fought, the more alarmed he became. The boy's fighting style was terrifyingly cunning. Every dodge and every swing of his sword seemed to be an instinct honed through countless life-and-death battles. He could often find the slightest opening in the gaps between the boy's ninjutsu, burrowing in like a venomous snake and forcing him to make it impossible to form hand seals in a calm manner.
We must keep our distance! We can't let him get close!
Tobirama's mind raced, and he forcefully parried a vicious attack aimed straight at his heart with his kunai. Using the momentum, he leaped backward, his hands flying across the ground once more.
"Water Escape·Water Formation Wall!"
A circular wall of water rose up from the ground, protecting him in the center.
As if he had anticipated this, almost at the same time the water wall rose, Yan Sheng kicked the broken wall beside him, using the force to leap into the air, and actually tried to jump over the water wall directly from above!
Tobirama changed his hand seals, unleashing "Water Release: Water Prison Technique!"
Several giant hands made of water suddenly emerged from the top of the water wall, grabbing at Yan Sheng, who had nowhere to hold on in mid-air.
Yan Sheng twisted his waist in mid-air, his short sword flashing, accurately slicing through the first two sailors he grabbed, but more sailors had already surrounded him. His movements were ultimately slowed down by the strain on his body.
That's it.
A sailor successfully grabbed his left ankle, and the cold feeling of restraint and the enormous pulling force yanked him violently from mid-air to the ground!
Bang!
Yan Sheng crashed heavily to the ground, splashing water and dust. Blood welled up in his throat, but he forced it down and tried to get up, only to have more water entangle him like shackles, restricting his movements.
Now!
A murderous glint flashed in Tobirama Senju's eyes.
This Uchiha brat's potential is terrifying! He must not be allowed to live! He formed hand seals at top speed, using one of the strongest single-target ninjutsu techniques he could currently master.
"Water Release: Water Severing Wave!"
He took a deep breath, his chest bulged, and a super-compressed, needle-thin yet unstoppable ultra-high-pressure water jet shot out from his mouth, emitting a piercing shriek, and shot straight towards Yan Sheng's forehead.
This strike is powerful enough to pierce through the hardest rock.
It's over. Tobirama Senju breathed a sigh of relief.
But, just a moment before the deadly waterline was about to hit its target—
Yan Sheng suddenly raised his head.
Through the swirling water and swirling dust, he looked at Tobirama Senju. In the depths of those dark eyes, there was no fear or panic of death, but rather an unfathomable coldness, and a hint of...excitement?
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure, far exceeding anything Tobirama Senju had previously sensed, erupted without reservation from his bound, frail body.
Neither the swirling water nor the flying dust could conceal the strange light that suddenly ignited in his eyes.
A splash of crimson, like blood dripping into water, instantly stained his originally dark pupils. Then, the red rapidly spread, connected, and intertwined—ultimately coalescing into a magnificent pattern.
That is definitely not a magatama.
Tobirama Senju's pupils suddenly contracted. He was all too familiar with the Uchiha Sharingan: the single tomoe, the double tomoe, the triple tomoe, and the legendary... Mangekyou Sharingan.
Its symbol is the comma-shaped ornaments that connect and merge to form a unique pattern.
How old is this child? Fifteen? Probably not. If his guess is true... this talent, this potential, is even more terrifying than Uchiha Madara.
Another monster like this has been born in the Uchiha clan... Madara Uchiha had his elder brother, Izuna Uchiha had him, but who does this child have? Among the Senju clan, no one can rival him!
A strong sense of crisis swept through Tobirama Senju's mind like a tsunami.
***
Just as the water surge was about to pierce Yan Sheng's head, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.
Yan Sheng raised his head, and the water flowing around him seemed to be repelled by an invisible force.
The moment those kaleidoscopes appeared, Yan Sheng's aura became even more terrifying.
His body, heavy with illness and weakness, vanished, replaced by an extreme, chilling fluidity and power. It was as if heavy shackles had been removed, revealing a body forged from countless "deaths" and tens of thousands of battles...
This feeling... it's been so long since I've felt this way.
At the same time, Yan Sheng's right kaleidoscope flashed briefly before quickly disappearing, as if it was not yet time for him to awaken.
"call out--!"
The water blast, which was meant to be deadly, grazed Yan Sheng's slightly turned forehead, cutting a deep, bottomless gash in the ground behind him.
Yan Sheng's figure had already disappeared from the water dungeon.
No, it didn't disappear!
It was too fast! It was fast enough to exceed the limits of Tobirama Senju's visual perception and neural reflexes!
Where? !
Tobirama Senju instinctively retreated rapidly, frantically forming hand seals in an attempt to defend himself.
But it was too late.
A figure appeared without warning less than a foot away from him.
What followed was the flash of blades.
It was no longer the silver light that could be confined by the previous short sword; it was a suddenly blooming, beautiful and cold—moonlight!
Countless arc-shaped slashes tore through the air, each emitting a sharp whistling sound like a ghost's cry. The slashes' trajectories were unpredictable, changing like a new moon, a waning moon, and a full moon, layer upon layer, forming a deathly lotus composed of deadly blades that was blooming wildly.
Breath of the Moon, First Form, Dark Moon, Night Palace.
"Water Release: Water..." Tobirama's defensive ninjutsu was not yet fully formed.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!
The sound of cutting, as dense as raindrops pattering on banana leaves, had already begun!
The water barrier that had hastily risen around him was easily torn apart and evaporated like paper. The kunai he used to block was instantly cleaved into several pieces. He didn't even have time to feel the pain; he only felt as if his body was being violently torn and cut by countless cold saws at the same time.
Fresh blood, like blooming red plum blossoms, burst and spurted from all over his body.
"Pfft—!" Tobirama spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
He had never seen such terrifying yet magnificent swordsmanship.
Just one move! No, it can't even be called one move! It was just a starting stance, and he was on the verge of death.
If it weren't for his extensive combat experience, which allowed him to rely on his intuition to forcefully reverse the situation at the last moment, he would probably have been dismembered by now.
Seeing that Tobirama was not dead, Yan Sheng narrowed his eyes, slightly turned his wrist, and prepared to finish him off completely when an extremely sudden and intense feeling of exhaustion swept over his entire body.
The surging power that was like a tidal wave just a second ago suddenly receded, the reassuring sense of control vanished, and the body became heavier and weaker than before. The heart pounded violently, as if it were about to break free from the chest cavity, and the lungs burned with pain, making each breath difficult.
? !
Yan Sheng's movements inevitably faltered and he staggered slightly. A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, clearly not expecting this situation at all.
This fleeting opening was enough for a master like Tobirama Senju.
He endured the excruciating pain that felt like he was being torn apart, and with the last of his remaining chakra, he slammed his fist into the ground!
"Summoning Technique: Shadow Clone!"
As several shadow clones exploded, creating chaos, his main body unhesitatingly used his original, yet still imperfect, ninjutsu:
"Flying Thunder God!"
A barely perceptible ripple appeared in the space, and his figure, concealed by the shadow clone, vanished without a trace as if erased by an eraser, leaving only a shocking pool of blood and shredded pieces of his robe.
Yan Sheng swayed and knelt on one knee, using his short sword to support his weak body and keep from collapsing. His face was as pale as paper, the Mangekyou Sharingan in his left eye had disappeared, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.
He glanced at the spot where Tobirama had disappeared, then looked down at his trembling hands.
So it turns out... it was just a fleeting moment.
Yan Sheng slowly closed his palms.
Even if it's just a fleeting moment, as long as it lasts, isn't that enough?
So, where did he get this power from?
***
Senju Tobirama stumbled and fell into his room at the Tairi Town Inn.
With a "thud," he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, coughing violently. Dark red blood gushed from his mouth, dripping onto the cold floor and pooling into a puddle.
Having been struck by countless sword energies, the deep blue layered armor was now tattered, revealing deep, bloody wounds that exposed bone. Each wound had clean edges and charred marks from being burned.
However, with Senju's powerful self-healing ability, these injuries only look scary; his body can heal them completely on its own.
But the injuries inflicted on him by that Uchiha boy, whether due to the power of his Mangekyou Sharingan or not, were preventing his body from healing naturally.
Tobirama Senju tried to cast the simplest hemostatic technique on himself, but his fingers trembled so much that he couldn't close them, his vision began to blur and turn black, and his ears were ringing. Only the desolate moon rainbow sword light and the cold and beautiful Mangekyou Sharingan kept flashing in his gradually dissipating consciousness.
Monster... The Uchiha clan... has produced a true monster...
Meanwhile, outside the hotel.
Hashirama Senju, who had just finished a long meeting with the nobles, was walking back while rubbing his throbbing temples.
However, the moment he stepped into the hotel grounds, an extremely strong smell of blood suddenly filled his nostrils.
Hashirama suddenly stopped, his expression turning solemn. He sniffed, confirming the direction from which the smell of blood was coming.
It's Tobirama!
Without any hesitation, Hashirama's figure vanished from his spot, leaving only a faint ripple of air. The next moment, he had already burst open the door to Tobirama's room.
Tobirama!
The sight before him caused even the battle-hardened Hashirama Senju to have his pupils shrink and his heart to almost stop beating!
His younger brother, Tobirama, who was always calm, composed, and powerful, was now kneeling in a pool of blood, his body covered in blood, his breath as faint as a candle in the wind.
"Brother..." Tobirama heard the sound of the door being broken down and the shouts. With his last bit of strength, he raised his head, and in his blurry vision, he saw Hashirama Senju's anxious face. He wanted to say something, but only more blood welled up in his throat.
"Don't speak!" Hashirama's voice was filled with shock, anger, and trembling. He rushed forward and carefully helped his younger brother up. Powerful chakra surged into Tobirama's body without reservation, stabilizing the rapidly depleting life force.
Thirty seconds later, Hashirama's heart sank to the bottom.
Tobirama's injuries were more serious than they appeared! These wounds were not only deep enough to expose the bone, but more troublesome was the presence of a cold and eerie energy within them, constantly damaging the tissue and hindering healing, even greatly suppressing the Senju clan's powerful self-healing ability.
"Who is it? Who hurt you like this?" Hashirama's voice was terrifyingly low, containing a storm of rage.
"Uchiha..." Tobirama managed to utter a few words, his eyes unfocused by the pain and blood loss, but the lingering fear and horror were clearly visible within them. "A... child..."
His voice was broken and weak: "Sharingan... Mangekyou Sharingan... that kind of swordsmanship... I've never... seen it before... Be careful... Big Brother..."
Before he could finish speaking, he could no longer hold on. His head lolled to the side, and he completely lost consciousness. His life force dissipated rapidly like a kite with a broken string.
"Tobirama! Tobirama!" Hashirama called out anxiously, feeling his brother's rapidly fading body temperature and life force, he forced himself to calm down.
"It's alright, Tobirama. Your brother is here. He will never let anything happen to you!" Hashirama took a deep breath, his eyes becoming incredibly focused and determined.
He carefully laid Tobirama flat on the ground, his hands quickly forming hand seals. Although his medical ninjutsu wasn't very good, he possessed an unparalleled amount of life force and chakra, as well as Wood Release, unmatched by anyone else in the entire ninja world.
"Wood Release: Creation of Life!"
Hashirama let out a low shout, placing his hands on the most gruesome wound on Tobirama's chest. Emerald green chakra, brimming with rich life energy, surged forth from his body like a warm torrent, then flowed into Tobirama's battered body.
The principle behind this ninjutsu is quite brutal: it uses a massive amount of life energy to flush out, replenish, and forcibly expel those strange residual energies, while stimulating Tobirama's own Senju bloodline to regenerate more rapidly.
Soon, visible to the naked eye, the terrible wounds on Tobirama's body began to writhe, and the charred marks gradually faded under the impact of the powerful life force, with new granulation tissue growing, intertwining, and healing.
Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Hashirama's forehead. Such a large-scale output of chakra was a great burden for him, but he did not stop at all, and the output of chakra was stable and vast.
The entire room was enveloped in a soft, vibrant emerald green light, and the strong smell of blood was gradually replaced by a fresh, forest-like aroma after the rain.
Time passed little by little.
Finally, Tobirama's deathly pale face regained a sliver of color, and his weak breathing became steady. Although he remained unconscious, his most fatal injuries had been forcibly stabilized, and he was out of danger.
Hashirama withdrew his hand, let out a long sigh of relief, his face showing undisguised exhaustion, but even more so, relief.
He carefully covered his younger brother with a blanket, stood by his side, his gaze fixed on the wounds that, though healed, still left hideous scars, his brows furrowed tightly.
Uchiha... Mangekyou Sharingan? Swordsmanship?
Tobirama's final, chilling warning echoed in his mind.
Hashirama scratched his head and decided to find an opportunity to ask Madara.
It wasn't that he wanted to avenge his brother and had to take the child's life. In ninja combat, it's common to be defeated, injured, or even killed due to inferior skill; Hashirama Senju wasn't so easily offended.
only......
His heart felt as if it had been scratched by a cat's claws, filled with an irrepressible curiosity.
Tobirama was no weakling; aside from Madara, no one had ever injured him like that. This means that Uchiha's strength was definitely no less than Madara's. But if he was that strong, how come he'd never seen him on the battlefield?
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Author's Note: I figured the drop wouldn't be too drastic, so I updated early qwq
Other Uchiha clansmen felt something when they awakened their Sharingan, but because I used a breathing technique, the "life" energy of that technique corresponded to yang energy, which neutralized and canceled out yin energy, so I felt nothing at all _(:з」∠)_
In addition, Madara and Izuna told him that activating the Sharingan would cause significant discomfort in his eyes.
so......
Perhaps, I should carry a mirror with me at all times. [Hands clasped in prayer]
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