Chapter 305: Sealing Technique - Dead Demon Consuming Seal

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"You... Who exactly are you?!" Tobirama demanded angrily.

The ability to sever the coordinates of time and space using a sealing technique, the power to absorb ninjutsu — either of these feats alone was extraordinary. Yet now, both existed within the same individual.

Moreover, the man was wearing a mask, clearly trying to conceal his identity. Even when pursuing him, the man maintained his disguise.

This could only mean one thing. If Tobirama were to see his face, he would likely recognize him immediately.

This masked figure was someone he knew well.

Throughout his life, Tobirama had met countless people, but those who possessed such traits were exceedingly rare.

Most of them, in fact, had long since passed away.

Wait...

A sudden bolt of realization tore through his mind like lightning. Tobirama's eyes widened in an instant, and all the strange details that had gnawed at him finally fell into place, forming a complete picture within his mind.

The familiar, sinister, and ruthless style of scheming.

The meticulously laid traps that could push the Senju Clan step by step toward the brink of destruction.

The overwhelming variety of tactics, enough to pursue him alone without fear.

Neither the Ninja Sect nor the other clans possessed such a ferocious mind for strategy.

Uchiha Madara disdained using underhanded tricks to crush the Senju.

As for the other Four Kage, they would not even have the means to extend their influence into the heart of Konoha.

If he eliminated all the impossibilities, then no matter how unbelievable the remaining possibility seemed, it must be the truth.

"Uchiha Kyosuke!!!" Tobirama roared, veins bulging on his forehead. He looked as though he would leap forward and bite the man at any moment.

Witnessing Nawaki's betrayal, and even seeing the complete downfall of the Senju Clan, had not stirred such intense fury within him as he felt now.

Of course, it all made sense.

This man's power had already grown to an unimaginable level.

If he himself could master the Edo Tensei, then it was hardly surprising that Kyōsuke had found a way to resurrect himself.

One so vicious and relentless, one who not only sought to kill but to crush a man's spirit — it could only be this cursed scoundrel.

"Well, well, not bad. Pretty clever, aren't you?" Kyōsuke laughed as he removed his mask, revealing his handsome face for Tobirama to see.

Unfortunately, it seemed Tobirama was not at all appreciative of the sight.

Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation!

As Kyōsuke gazed around at the dozens of coffins that rose up, he sighed softly to himself. So many years had passed, and yet little Tobirama remained as irritable as ever.

At our level, one ought to have refinement, he mused. One ought to know how to speak with poise and decorum, not simply spit and snarl.

"I will tear you limb from limb today!" Tobirama bellowed, consumed with rage.

"Tut tut, worthy of the Senju bloodline indeed. These branches sure grow vigorously," Kyōsuke teased mockingly.

"Grow your mother's head, you bastard!"

Tobirama was nearly foaming with anger.

This scheming little rat, who lurked in the shadows, dared to talk to him about manners and etiquette?

Fuck him!

With a single thought, Tobirama unleashed dozens of ninjutsu, drowning Kyōsuke under a violent storm of attacks.

He knew full well that this wretch could absorb ninjutsu. However, that was of no concern. He had never intended to defeat him through ninjutsu alone.

Moments ago, he had observed carefully.

When the enemy absorbed ninjutsu, he could not perform any other actions at the same time.

That was the opening he needed.

He would use the reanimated bodies to close the distance and let Kyōsuke taste the overwhelming force of the Mutually Multiplying Explosive Tags Technique.

All fear ultimately stemmed from inadequate firepower.

Tens of millions of explosive tags, enough to shatter even a Truth-Seeking Ball's defense and overwhelm Six Paths Obito, were poised to strike. Tobirama refused to believe that Uchiha Kyōsuke could survive such devastation.

Just as he was about to act, Tobirama witnessed a shocking scene.

The ninjutsu attacks never landed. They were directly repelled.

Then, in an instant, pitch-black orbs floated into view. With a simple sweep, the Truth-Seeking Balls reduced the surrounding Edo Tensei bodies into countless fragments, leaving not even the faintest hint of regeneration.

"What... what is going on?" Tobirama stood there in disbelief.

The Truth-Seeking Balls were powerful artifacts, creations that surpassed even the Bloodline Limits. If they struck an Edo Tensei body, they would prevent it from ever regenerating. Truly, they were the natural enemy of the Edo Tensei technique itself.

Even if Kyōsuke was merely using a Shadow Clone, his endless array of secret techniques was more than enough to completely dominate Tobirama.

"This is impossible..." Tobirama's hair practically stood on end as he glared, his fury boiling over.

He wished he could open the Eight Gates Formation on the spot to fight to the death.

But the problem was, he could not.

Although he disliked Kyōsuke and the Sanfang, it was mainly because of Yayoi. In truth, he still held a deep respect for the God of Shinobi.

Even the secret of the Death Gate technique, he had not been opposed to learning from him.

However, Sanfang saw their relationship as no more than that of collaborators at best.

Teaching the Eight Gates Formation? Impossible

How could a group of fools be worthy of learning the secret technique he had mastered?

The Flying Thunder God had been rendered useless, the Impure World Reincarnation was barely enough to entertain the enemy, and he had no chance to even use the Mutual Multiplication Explosive Tags.

It seemed he had completely lost all means to fight back against the enemy.

Water Release?

What a joke. Tobirama was well aware that Kyōsuke was a terrifying existence who had mastered the nature transformations of all seven chakra natures.

To engage him head-on with ninjutsu would be no different from seeking death with his own hands.

"No, I still have a chance to win!" A sudden thought flashed through Tobirama's mind. After a brief moment of internal struggle, he made a resolute decision.

The crisis he faced today was unavoidable. Since he was destined to fall here, it would be better to drag the enemy down with him, even if it meant perishing together.

Bending low to narrowly dodge a black sphere hurtling toward him, Tobirama showcased an extraordinary mastery of taijutsu.

Within the confined space, he twisted and turned with remarkable agility, each movement swift and precise.

His movements were so fluid and sharp that if this were a competition, earning a gold medal would hardly have been out of reach.

Finally, after much maneuvering, he succeeded. He had closed the distance, reaching Kyōsuke's side.

Fūinjutsu: Dead Demon Consuming Seal!

BAANG!!

However, before he could complete even half of the hand seals, a heavy kick from Kyōsuke sent him flying through the air.

Tobirama crashed to the ground and slid more than ten meters across the terrain, raising a cloud of dust behind him.

Gritting his teeth, he pressed his waist to the earth and leapt back to his feet, his fighting spirit unyielding.

In an instant, he summoned over thirty Shadow Clones, each one charging at Kyōsuke from a different angle in a coordinated assault.

Kyosuke chuckled lightly as he watched the clones approach. Raising his hand, his purple pupils flashed with a chilling light.

In the next instant, a terrifying repulsive force exploded outward, enveloping the entire area within a radius of a hundred meters.

Shinra Tensei!

BANG! BANG! BANG...

A series of deafening crashes echoed across the battlefield. Each and every shadow clone was shattered and blown away without resistance.

Even Tobirama himself was sent sprawling across the ground once again.

When he struggled to his feet for the second time, Tobirama was practically trembling with rage.

The fury within him was like a raging fire, threatening to consume all reason.

Why? Why had it become such an impossible task just to get close to his opponent?

In the past, he distinctly remembered that he could at least fight Kyōsuke on somewhat equal footing.

On the other side, Kyōsuke watched Tobirama's desperate struggles. Seeing the him on the verge of tears, he could not help but feel a trace of pity.

Moved by a rare moment of compassion, Kyōsuke decided to relax his defenses, allowing Tobirama to approach freely. He was curious to see what this stubborn man intended to do.

At most, even if he got stabbed a few times, it would feel no different from mosquito bites for someone like him.

Sensing the slight gap in Kyōsuke's defenses, Tobirama immediately seized the opportunity.

He surged forward, his face lit with a mixture of surprise and determination.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the front of Kyōsuke's clothes with both hands.

RIP—!!!

A loud tearing sound echoed through the air.

Kyōsuke's robes were torn apart, revealing the sturdy figure beneath.

"What the hell are you doing, you pervert?!"

Kyōsuke's expression changed dramatically. For the first time, genuine alarm flashed across his face.

He could not help but fear that Tobirama's next move might be something utterly appalling, such as forcing a kiss or worse.

Unable to defeat him in battle, had Tobirama resorted to such unspeakable tactics to disgust him?

Kyōsuke shivered just thinking about it. If he truly fell victim to such a humiliation, it would undoubtedly become a nightmare that he could never erase for the rest of his life.

"Good grief, little Tobirama... I never thought that after all these years, you would stoop so low."

"To think that you are the head of the Senju Clan. Truly, you are a disgrace to your ancestors!"

Tobirama: ???

What nonsense was this man spouting?

Why was he suddenly insulting him out of nowhere?

Tobirama genuinely could not understand how grabbing an enemy by the collar had anything to do with being unfilial or dishonorable. But he quickly dismissed the absurdity.

None of it mattered now.

What mattered was that he had succeeded in capturing this hateful man.

Without wasting another breath, he prepared to perform the forbidden technique he had once secretly learned from his sister-in-law.

A technique powerful enough to bind the soul itself and drag it into the abyss of death.

At this critical moment, with his hands forming the final seals, Tobirama's voice roared in his heart:

Fūinjutsu: Dead Demon Consuming Seal!

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