Chpter 78: Time Deletion vs. Detachment of the Primitive World
"Retreat, quickly!!"
Yahiko didn't even have time to explain; at the same moment he shouted...
The layer of gloomy rain clouds overhead that hadn't dispersed for ten thousand years was forcibly torn open by an invisible giant hand, creating a perfect circular hole.
Sunlight?
No, that wasn't the warm sun of salvation.
It was a pillar of light so pale it was hair-raising. It carried no warmth, not even a sound; it was like a Sword of Damocles thrust down from the Divine Realm, silently piercing through heaven and earth.
No burning, no explosion.
It was as pure as an eraser in the hands of the Creator.
The ultimate violence that transcended Kekkei Genkais, the village-protecting treasure of the Ryūtenbin lineage in Iwagakure—
Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World!
That crazy Old Man Ōnoki had no intention of engaging in "pre-battle Talk-no-Jutsu" or "negotiation pressure."
From the moment he dove from the clouds, he only did one thing—
Completely erase the coordinates that turned his son into a "Saint" from the map.
"This Old Man really has a temper."
The next instant.
There was no earth-shattering roar.
Only a massive, cubic transparent barrier that swallowed the giant rock where Yahiko and Konan had been standing, along with the air itself.
"Disappear, you eyesore of a bug."
Ten thousand meters high, Ōnoki hovered in the clouds, his cloak fluttering behind him.
His hands were held in a cone shape, aiming downward. In his cloudy old eyes, there was only the indifference of a max-level character slaughtering a starter village.
"This is the price for provoking Iwagakure."
Buzz—!
Blinding white light bloomed silently on the ground.
Physical laws failed at this moment; rocks, soil, and vegetation were all decomposed into the most primitive dust at the molecular level.
A piece was forcibly missing from the map.
"Done."
Ōnoki snorted coldly, feeling a bit of an ache in his lower back. After all, he was getting on in years; using such a big move right off the bat was still a bit taxing.
But the effort was worth it.
That brat who turned Kitsuchi into an idiot, along with that blue-haired woman, should have turned into particles smaller than atoms by now.
"It's over."
Ōnoki prepared to turn around to deal with his disgraceful son in the rear who was desperately trying to push for a peaceful evolution.
However.
Just as he was about to turn, the corner of his eye seemed to catch a glint of eye-searing orange.
Hmm?
Ōnoki snapped his head back, his pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinheads.
Right at the edge of that massive square pit, dozens of meters deep, which had just been blasted out by the Dust Release.
A young man in a Black Robe with Red Clouds stood there, one arm around the blue-haired woman. He even had the leisure to raise his other hand to block the blinding sunlight from above, squinting as he looked up at the floating Old Man.
Completely unharmed.
Not only were no limbs missing, but not even a corner of his clothes was singed.
"That's impossible!!"
Ōnoki cried out in shock, his wrinkled old face showing a "seeing a ghost" expression for the first time.
He knew the speed and range of Dust Release better than anyone, not to mention this was a sneak attack!
And this kid... he was clearly at the center of the Ninjutsu just now! And he was carrying someone!
On the ground.
Yahiko looked up at the Old Man, who appeared like a black dot in the sky, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.
No one knew what happened in that second.
Just an instant before the Dust Release pillar fell.
Epitaph allowed Yahiko to see the future—the image of the ground beneath his and Konan's feet disappearing out of thin air.
"King Crimson!"
He growled in his heart.
The world collapsed, turning into a red-and-white grid. Time was forcibly deleted.
In this world that only he could observe, although that world-destroying Dust Release pillar was still falling, it could not touch him in his "void" state within this dimension.
He couldn't take Konan with him when the Time Deletion ability was activated because that required physical contact.
But he could "cheat."
In the gap of deleted time, Yahiko sprinted at extreme speed like a ghost, instantly crossing several meters to reach Konan, who was still frozen in place.
He raised his hand, hovering it a centimeter above Konan's shoulder.
At the same time, his gaze had already locked onto the distance—where a Kunai had been dropped outside the safety zone by Kitsuchi's panicked army during their retreat a few minutes ago.
Everything was ready.
Time resumed its flow.
Buzz!
The moment the real world reconnected.
Yahiko's palm slapped onto Konan's shoulder without any delay; physical contact was established.
Simultaneously, the Flying Thunder God formula he had already constructed in his mind activated instantly.
Shua!
In the 0.01-second time difference as the Dust Release pillar touched the ground.
The two figures vanished into thin air.
The white light fell, but it only swallowed two afterimages.
The so-called "unavoidable killing move" was forcibly turned into a joke by Yahiko using this glitch-like method.
"Konan, get back." After telling Konan to leave the vicinity.
Yahiko cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone, his voice, bolstered by Chakra, soaring into the sky:
"Hey—! Old Man up there! Are you getting senile and blurry-eyed? You're an Outline Master, aren't you!"
"You bastard!!"
The veins on Ōnoki's forehead were about to burst.
Since becoming the Tsuchikage, he had never truly been mocked to his face like this!
Buzz—!
High in the air, Ōnoki clapped his hands together again, his Chakra surging wildly.
If one shot didn't kill him, then two!
This time, he didn't release it from that distance. Instead, he used "Light-Weight Rock Jutsu," diving like a missile to instantly close the distance.
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World!!"
This time it wasn't a pillar of light, but a massive fan-shaped cone of light, like a giant laser broom, sweeping across the area where Yahiko was.
"Tsk, getting impatient."
Yahiko's eyes turned slightly cold, a hint of disdain flashing in them.
"King Crimson!"
The red-and-white phantom of the Stand flickered behind him for a fleeting moment.
The world shattered again.
Same recipe, same flavor.
Within the deleted time, Yahiko calmly predicted the sweeping trajectory of the light pillar and adjusted his position with ease.
Time resumed.
The light pillar pierced through the afterimage Yahiko left behind, plowing a trench dozens of meters deep into the ground behind him and even leveling a small hilltop in the distance.
But Yahiko still stood there.
It was as if he were a ghost that did not exist in this dimension; no matter how the Dust Release scoured the earth, it could never lock onto his physical body.
"Just taking hits without hitting back isn't my style."
Yahiko watched Ōnoki, who was adjusting his posture in the air for a third Dust Release, and his gaze sharpened.
He flicked his wrist suddenly.
A specially-made Three-pronged Kunai turned into a streak of black lightning, shooting straight toward Ōnoki high in the sky.
"Insignificant tricks!"
Ōnoki just tilted his head slightly, his face full of disdain. This kind of physical attack, he could avoid with his eyes closed—wait!
The formula on this Kunai... why does it look so familiar?!"
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