"Susanoo!"
The blue giant roared suddenly, the deafening sound waves transforming into a tangible shockwave, like a raging wave, shattering everything in front of the man.
Even Ōnoki, as a high-ranking political figure in the Hidden Stone Village and possessing Kage-level strength, could not escape unscathed, and was hastily blown away by the strong wind, falling to the ground in a disheveled manner.
Ōnoki almost passed out, his small potato-like figure bouncing on the ground, his forehead cut open, and blood flowing straight down.
The smoke slowly dissipated, and the Susanoo also turned into a stream of light and gradually disappeared. In the blue skeleton that was disappearing inch by inch, the figure of that man was revealed.
A cold aura spread out, his eyes were red and bright, and his eyes seemed to condense a soul-devouring scythe, making people feel chills just by looking at it.
This figure seemed to come from Hell, and the monstrous baleful aura rushed towards him, imprinting itself in Ōnoki's eyes, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
This kind of power, this kind of suppression that transcends levels, made a deep sense of powerlessness rise in his heart.
"Is this the man named 'Uchiha Madara'? Is this really the power of a Ninja?"
Despair, like a tide, surged into his heart, slowly submerging him, making it impossible to breathe.
Ōnoki slumped on the ground, his peripheral vision casually glancing at a round and regular stone.
This stone was obviously ordinary, but strangely, he now inexplicably felt that this was the stone he had been taking care of for many years in the rock pool of the Hidden Stone Building.
His thoughts were ethereal, and the kind words of his grandfather Ishikawa flowed through his mind like a trickle.
"As for me, no matter what kind of stone it is, I can tell its value with just one glance..."
"Stones symbolize Will, and by the same principle, no matter whose Will it is, I can tell its value with just one glance..."
"Ōnoki, your Will contains the power to change the world, but if you don't pay attention to maintaining it, this rare and precious Will will also disappear without a trace..."
"Disappear... without a trace..."
"Because you will face obstacles! When you hit a wall, you are likely to abandon the Will in your heart and find excuses to shirk responsibility, and what you regain... may be hatred!"
"Remember, don't abandon your Will, let it become your solid stepping stone!"
Suddenly, it seemed that a magical force was injected into his body. Ōnoki gritted his teeth, reached out and picked up the stone, as if he had regained his firm and unyielding Will.
Facing the proudly standing Uchiha Madara, he slowly stood up and walked towards Madara step by step, with a certain persistence condensed between his brows.
"Oh?"
Uchiha Madara frowned slightly, "Do you still have the strength to dance? But, you are too tender."
He opened his eyes slightly, a ray of light flashed through his pupils, and the Mangekyo rotated slowly like a windmill, and a rather crude Genjutsu began to tear apart Ōnoki's spiritual world.
Ōnoki's eyes were instantly blurred, but the horrified expression was frozen on his face.
In the spiritual world, a towering blue giant like a martial god occupied his entire field of vision.
Its figure was tall and blurred, as if swallowed by darkness, and the azure light flowed brightly, but it was like the karmic fire that burned the soul, domineering, strong, as if to burn everything to ashes.
Ōnoki's body was stiff, and he couldn't squeeze out a trace of strength from his whole body, and even his breathing stagnated, because he was being tightly held by a Big Hand, and the eyes that were as red as lamps coldly looked down at him. With a slight movement, he would be crushed to pieces, and he would never recover...
"Release!"
Suddenly, a familiar aura poured into his body from his shoulder, and the flow of Chakra returned to normal.
In a daze, everything before his eyes shattered like a Nanke dream, and his vision instantly returned.
"Calm down, that was his Genjutsu."
A deep voice came from his ear, and Ōnoki belatedly turned his head, only to see Shin'yu performing hand seals with one hand, dispelling the Genjutsu on him.
Everything around him remained unchanged: the dilapidated attic, the broken steps, the ravines carved into the ground, and the motionless, expressionless man.
Uchiha Madara, he stood there all along, without moving an inch.
His body was already soaked with cold sweat, and as the breeze brushed past, he immediately felt a chill that penetrated his bones.
Suddenly, a crisp clatter sounded in his ear—the sound of the stone in his hand falling to the ground.
Ōnoki blankly raised his head, his vision completely occupied by the figure of that man.
Uchiha Madara stood high on the attic, looking down at him, the crescent moon behind him as round as a mirror, its moonlight coating him in a pure and holy halo, making him impossible to look at directly, as if he were a god descended to earth…
"Drip."
A drop of blood trickled from the corner of his forehead, seeping into his eyeball, dyeing the round moon in the sky red. The figure of Uchiha Madara blurred and overlapped, slowly transforming into another young man.
The same black hair was draped over his shoulders, the same pupils like crimson jewels.
Ōnoki's consciousness returned to reality, and Shin'yu had arrived in front of him at some unknown time.
He swayed, as if all his strength had been drained, weakly leaning against the crumbling wall, a glimmer of despair flashing in his eyes as he watched Shin'yu approach.
"Am I, is this the end for me…"
Shin'yu raised a hand, and Ōnoki simply closed his eyes, calmly welcoming his death. However, Shin'yu merely pushed up his sunglasses, completely obscuring those eerie eyes.
He quietly activated Ame no Tokotachi, reverting his own state, something that had almost become a habit.
"Ōnoki, can you still dance?"
Ōnoki took a deep breath and said helplessly, "The distance between us is an absolute gap, like an insurmountable chasm. I have nothing to say about losing to you…"
Shin'yu raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you giving up on your 'Will of Stone'?"
"Kill me if you want, but my will shall not be insulted!" Ōnoki angrily opened his eyes.
"I don't like dead ends; leaving room is my habit." Shin'yu clasped his hands behind his back, and the half-formed Susanoo behind him slowly dissipated into black mist.
"What exactly are you trying to do!" Ōnoki asked in confusion.
I want you to help me train… Shin'yu smiled faintly. "Think carefully with that head of yours. Why would I want to help the Uzumaki Clan? What good would it do me to kill you all?"
Ōnoki's eyes flickered. As the Earth Shadow, he naturally had a deep understanding of human weaknesses and the art of governance. It only took him a moment to guess Shin'yu's intentions.
Offering assistance in times of crisis would inevitably garner gratitude, and gratitude meant repayment—that was Shin'yu's goal.
But there was no such thing as absolute clarity in matters of gratitude and resentment. So-called gratitude was only temporary. If Shin'yu completely eradicated the threat of the Uzumaki Clan, he would have nothing to gain. Unless, like them, he stood on the opposite side of the Uzumaki Clan.
By leaving a potential threat, the Uzumaki Clan would remain vigilant and live in fear. At that point, they would have no choice but to remember Shin'yu's kindness.
He's trying to play the long game, fishing for big catches… Ōnoki widened his eyes, looking at the smiling young man before him, and couldn't help but feel terrified by his scheming.
"Ōnoki, you can leave." Shin'yu tilted his head. "Go back and train your Dust Release properly, put in hard work in terms of destructive power, and come find me for revenge when you can instantly pulverize my body."
After being promoted to the "Sea God Body" and fusing with Hashirama's genes, the strength of his physical body had already reached an unbelievable level. His offensive and defensive capabilities were unparalleled in the world. If he wanted to go further, he could only rely on destructive attacks like "Dust Release."
Looking at Ōnoki with a solemn face, a cold smile appeared on his lips.
The current Dust Release didn't even qualify to make him adapt.
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