"What's all this talk about truth and lies? If you dare to impersonate Isamu and sneak into Konoha, then since you're here—you're not leaving!" Jiraiya stepped forward, pointing at him as he shouted.
Isamu didn't respond. He simply swept his gaze across everyone present.
With so many elite ninja gathered here, escaping without showing real skill was impossible.
Jiraiya, huh? Heh… today I'll open your eyes.
He slowly raised his right hand, and a sharp, piercing sound of Wind Release cutting through the air rang out.
"This… this… this is—?!" Jiraiya froze on the spot.
That familiar sensation—wasn't this Isamu's Rasenshuriken? Where did this guy learn it?!
"Jiraiya, what's wrong? Did the enemy scare you?" Hiruzen Sarutobi asked, looking puzzled.
"It's not that," Jiraiya said seriously. "This fake Isamu is using Isamu's strongest single-target Ninjutsu—Wind Release: Rasenshuriken. Its power is terrifying. I haven't even mastered it myself. I don't know where he learned it. Old Man, Orochimaru—be careful!"
Hearing this, Hiruzen and the others all turned solemn.
The enemy had Isamu's appearance, his chakra—and now even his techniques. It was beyond bizarre.
"Heh, knowing what it is doesn't mean you can stop it," Isamu said with a faint smile. "Jiraiya, watch closely. I'll teach you one last time."
A Rasenshuriken the size of a basketball slowly formed in his hand.
"By adding Wind-style chakra to a standard Rasengan, you can reach the peak of both shape and nature transformation."
Jiraiya stared intently at the technique forming in Isamu's hand. Normally, he wouldn't listen to an enemy—but this technique had always been a hurdle he couldn't overcome. With so many people here, the enemy couldn't escape anyway… so he seized the chance to learn.
The others also fixed their eyes on the jutsu, trying to understand its principle.
"Even though the Rasenshuriken is already powerful in this form, it's still not enough to stand at the top of the ninja world," Isamu continued. "Only by infusing it with Sage Mode chakra does it reach its final form!"
As he poured Sage Mode chakra into it, the Rasenshuriken grew larger and larger.
Originally, Isamu—just a consciousness—couldn't use Sage Mode. But since White Zetsu was derived from Hashirama's cells, the fusion of eight White Zetsu bodies barely allowed him to reach the threshold.
Hiruzen and the others didn't know whether they'd momentarily forgotten this wasn't the real Isamu, or were simply stunned by the power before them—but all of them stared in shock at the massive Rasenshuriken.
Seeing everyone completely focused on his jutsu, Isamu smiled faintly.
This was exactly the opening he needed.
"Today, I'll teach you one last lesson—no matter who your enemy is, underestimating them can be fatal!"
"Sage Art: Ultra-Big Ball Rasenshuriken!"
He hurled the jutsu straight at Uzumaki Mito. Aside from her Nine-Tails Chakra Mode, no one present could withstand such an attack!
"Oh no! Hiruzen, get back!"
Mito's golden chakra formed two massive arms that caught the Rasenshuriken mid-air. Only someone in Nine-Tails Mode could pull that off—and even then, it was because Isamu deliberately prevented it from detonating.
"Hahaha! You fools were completely played! And you call yourselves Konoha ninja? I don't see anything special. I've got things to do, so I won't be playing with you anymore!"
Laughing loudly, Isamu used the Mayfly Technique. His body melted into the ground, disappearing from the hospital.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
Mito hurled the Rasenshuriken out the window and shot forward in a streak of golden light, locking onto him instantly with her sensory abilities.
Escaping right in front of her was nearly impossible.
Isamu had barely made it out of the hospital before noticing her chasing right behind him.
Damn it! Why is she chasing me this hard? Do I really piss her off that much? I didn't even do anything!
Soon, he reached the edge of Konoha, but Mito stayed right on his heels—as if she had a tracker on him. The distance between them kept shrinking.
White Zetsu's voice echoed in his mind:
"Isamu, this isn't working. If this keeps up, she'll catch us. Her sensory ability is too strong—we can't escape!"
"Isn't that obvious?" Isamu snapped. "I've used Nine-Tails Mode myself—I know exactly how strong it is. As they say, 'When disaster strikes, everyone looks out for themselves.' Time for us to split up."
"What does that mean?" White Zetsu asked, confused. "We don't understand."
"You're really that dumb?" Isamu rolled his eyes. "It means we split up and run in different directions! She's only one person. If eight of us scatter, she can't chase all of us. Got it now?"
"Oh… why didn't you just say that?"
Isamu's mouth twitched.
These idiots…
"Enough talking. Scatter—now!"
At his command, seven White Zetsu separated from his body and fled in seven different directions.
Sensing eight targets splitting apart, Uzumaki Mito immediately stopped chasing.
Damn it… splitting up like this—how cunning!
"You bastards! Don't let me see you in Konoha again, or I'll kill you!" she shouted, unable to pursue blindly. If this was a diversion and they returned to the hospital, the consequences would be disastrous.
Realizing she had stopped, Isamu smirked.
Heh… old people really are cautious. One simple trick, and she backed off.
If it were me with Nine-Tails Mode, I'd chase them down without hesitation.
Konoha's going to decline sooner or later without me… let's see how you handle what's coming next .
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