In the ruins of Uzushio Village, at the Noodle Hall, Uzumaki Arina chuckled sinisterly as he watched Rinjin struggle.
"Young man, don't waste your efforts. Adamantine Sealing Chains aren't so easily broken."
Upon hearing this, Rinjin rolled his eyes, muttering, "Do you really think I haven't seen Adamantine Sealing Chains before? Those things grow from the backside."
"It's the back, not the backside, ignorant brat~" Uzumaki Arina dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
"It doesn't matter; you'll have plenty of time to learn sealing techniques in the future. Once this old body of mine decays, the task of guarding the Noodle Hall will be yours. You'll have ample time to figure out how to shoot Adamantine Chains without using your 'backside'."
As he spoke, Uzumaki Arina slowly approached and took the Shinigami mask from the wall.
Seeing this, Rinjin felt a chill down his spine.
This old coot actually intends to use Dead Demon Consuming Seal?!
Without hesitation, he exerted force on his arm, causing the chains binding him to creak under the pressure.
Startled, the old man quickly grabbed the Shinigami mask and put it on.
Here it comes, Rinjin thought with glee, suppressing the urge to grin widely.
Meanwhile, in his mental world, Rinjin's consciousness chuckled sinisterly, holding up the struggling monster with both hands.
Come on, bring it on! This old coot is saving me a lot of trouble!
Indeed, Rinjin had come here in search of the Shinigami mask with the intent of offering the bothersome 'monster' in his mental world to the Shinigami.
It wasn't that Rinjin couldn't suppress the monster; it was just that this creature was annoying, always causing trouble.
Though it was useful at times, most of the time, it was nothing but a nuisance.
So, Rinjin planned to give the monster to the Shinigami, and retrieve it when needed, treating the Shinigami like a handbag.
Actually, it wasn't entirely his fault; Rinjin was about to undertake something extremely dangerous, where a single misstep could lead to disaster.
If he were accidentally controlled by Madara's genjutsu and released this creature, it might catch Madara off guard initially, but in the long run, it would definitely seize the opportunity to strengthen its soul and create trouble.
Moreover, it could do everything Rinjin could. If it used Flying Thunder God Technique to escape somewhere during Rinjin's unconscious state, he'd be left to take the blame.
Take the blame? I'm not the Shadow of Blame; why should I take any blame!
So, putting this creature in a pocket and taking it away was the best option.
Rinjin was ruthless enough to even scheme against himself.
While he was eagerly anticipating, a cold wind swept through the Noodle Hall, dropping the temperature by several degrees.
Not far away, Uzumaki Arina, wearing the mask, spread his arms, seemingly bound by something.
Come on! Make a move! Give Arina a cappuccino!
At this moment, Rinjin saw a pair of corpse-spotted hands pass through Uzumaki Arina's abdomen, grasping Rinjin's body tightly.
He saw it!
The Shinigami, clad in a wide white robe, with a blue face, fangs, horns, and a knife in its mouth.
In the sea of consciousness, a pair of large hands broke through space, precisely targeting Rinjin's soul.
At that moment, Rinjin grinned widely, holding the struggling, tentacle-covered black monster, ready to meet the Shinigami's hands.
Heh~
With a sly laugh, the Shinigami grabbed the wildly writhing 'monster', quickly retracting its hands.
In the Noodle Hall, a pitch-black soul slowly extracted from Rinjin's body.
Instantly, he felt as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his shoulders, nearly shouting out in relief.
Uzumaki Arina was dumbfounded, staring at the pitch-black soul.
What's going on with this guy? Why is my soul, and the souls of my clan, blue, but his soul is black?
Does this mean his heart is too dark?
Who exactly is he?
While pondering, his soul was the first to be drawn from his body;
Unlike Rinjin, the Shinigami not only extracted his soul but also pulled out seven or eight transparent chains.
These chains firmly bound his soul, seemingly locked in a tug-of-war with the Shinigami.
And the Shinigami was quite laid-back, pulling inch by inch.
Soon, Rinjin's black soul surpassed Uzumaki Arina's slowly moving soul, entering the Shinigami's mouth.
Seeing this, Uzumaki Arina's soul suddenly erupted with dazzling light, and the chains pulled his soul back into his body in no time.
Rinjin stood aside, dumbfounded by the scene.
Goodness, what a good fellow!
How can you bully the Shinigami like this?
Shinigami, how can you just watch him exploit your bug?
Your temper is way too good!
If it were me, I wouldn't let him off without chopping him into pieces and making dumplings. I'd eat sweet tofu pudding for life!!!
Outside, Uzumaki Arina, having escaped the Shinigami's clutches, turned around, excitement visible beneath the mask.
It's eaten, the Shinigami is going to eat it!
Whether it's a black soul or a blue soul, the Shinigami treats them equally.
Then, reality defied expectations.
The Shinigami grabbed the monster soul and stuffed it into its mouth.
Then, its actions paused, its unchanged face suddenly furrowing its brows.
Ugh~
Quickly removing the black tentacle Rinjin from its mouth, the Shinigami's face showed visible disgust, extending its long tongue.
On its tongue, tender green grass struggled to emerge, growing out of the skin.
In the next second, the tender green grass covered the tongue tip, resembling a flourishing potted plant.
Witnessing this, both Rinjin and Uzumaki Arina were stunned.
Rinjin stared dumbfounded at the grass-covered Shinigami's tongue, helplessly covering his forehead, unable to find words to express his shock.
What... what the hell am I?
Blood growing grass is one thing, at least it can be explained as a side effect of immortality, but why does my soul grow grass too!
Oh heavens! Are you messing with me!
At this moment, the Shinigami extended its knife-wielding hand and cut off its tongue, its face full of disdain.
"Ugh~
Disgusting! Bad... bad seeds, gross... gross me out!
Mother... fuck... er!
Isn't this thing... supposed to be... stored by that guy?!
Why... why is it scattered everywhere!
No... no manners at all!
Pah! Foreign... trash... stuff..."
Speaking incomprehensible words, the Shinigami disdainfully shoved the still struggling black soul back into Rinjin's body, then vanished instantly.
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