"Wait, Kokushibo!"
A drop of cold sweat slid down Kitsuchi's forehead.
"Maybe we can sit down and talk this out. Tell me what you want. I'm the Tsuchikage's son—whatever it is, as long as you name it, I guarantee I can get it for you."
Faced with Kitsuchi's olive branch, Akashō actually stopped.
A faint, amused smile curled at his lips.
"You're the Tsuchikage's son?"
"Didn't expect that. So you're a second-generation official?"
"Alright then. I'll tell you what I want."
Hearing this, Kitsuchi let out a breath of relief. As long as there was a demand, there was room to negotiate.
"I want your father's head… and yours. Can you give me that?"
The next sentence instantly ignited Kitsuchi's fury.
"Kokushibo, don't push it too far!!"
"Ha… hahaha!"
Akashō's grin stretched to his ears, the sheer terror of it forcing every Iwagakure ninja except Kitsuchi to step back.
"So what if I'm arrogant? Only the strong get to be."
"If you don't like it—come kill me."
Veins bulged on Kitsuchi's forehead.
"All Iwagakure ninja, with me—attack!"
No one answered him, but Kitsuchi's hands were already moving.
"Earth Style: Earth Clone!"
Several lumps of mud rose from the ground, instantly forming exact copies of him.
The clones formed hand seals in unison.
"Earth Style: Rock Fist!"
"Earth Style: Earth Swamp!"
Akashō crouched, ready to burst forward, when the ground beneath his feet suddenly softened. The solid earth had turned into a sticky swamp, and within a single breath, his ankles were already sinking.
At the same time, the Earth Clone users rushed in, each leaping forward with massive rock-coated fists aimed at him.
"Moon Breathing, Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Ringtail!"
Without hesitation, Akashō slashed horizontally. A massive purple blade wind swept out, instantly devouring all the clones.
"Earth Style: Mountain Technique!"
Kitsuchi formed another set of seals, unleashing his signature Earth Style. The surrounding Iwagakure ninja snapped out of their shock, either forming seals or throwing ninja tools.
Akashō's eyes narrowed. The swamp beneath his feet was restricting him too much—there was no way he could break free before their attacks landed.
Then…
He swung his blade while crouched. Two bursts of blood shot out simultaneously. In the next instant, he slammed a palm against his own severed lower legs, launching himself into the air—evading Kitsuchi's attack and escaping the swamp's range at the same time.
"What!?"
Kitsuchi stared in stunned disbelief as, midair, two new lower legs rapidly regenerated from Akashō's body before he landed smoothly.
He actually cut off his own legs without hesitation just to break free… Does this Kokushibo feel no pain?
And more importantly—that was both legs, not a few hairs. They regrew in the blink of an eye. Even a Jinchūriki wouldn't dare do something like that!
Akashō didn't pause for even a moment after landing. He spun the Blade of Living Flesh, sending multiple blade winds slicing toward the Iwagakure forces while turning into a blur and charging straight at Kitsuchi.
"Dodge!!"
There was no time to switch to defense. Kitsuchi could only shout at the top of his lungs.
But the others didn't have his reaction speed. In the span of a single breath, a rain of blood fell from the sky. Only Kitsuchi, who had narrowly dodged, remained—standing there blankly, staring at the corpses scattered across the ground.
"You dare lose focus while fighting me?"
Akashō had already closed the distance, unleashing two blade winds straight at him.
The power system of ninja was peculiar. Even if they possessed enough strength to destroy a city, their bodies were still as fragile as those of ordinary people.
A hit to a vital point meant certain death. In a situation like this—not a direct clash of overwhelming techniques—these faster, low-windup blade winds were far more lethal than heavy, forceful sword strikes.
"Slash!"
As expected, at this distance—and with Kitsuchi distracted—he failed to dodge.
One of his arms flew into the air before crashing onto the ground in the distance.
Losing balance from the severed limb, Kitsuchi tumbled several meters across the ground.
Akashō followed immediately. By the time Kitsuchi stopped rolling and tried to get up, Akashō was already standing over him.
The tip of the Blade of Living Flesh hovered before Kitsuchi's terror-filled eyes, less than a centimeter from his pupil.
"It's over."
"Slash!!!"
With Akashō's cold voice, a jet of blood erupted. The grotesque blade pierced through the back of Kitsuchi's head, nearly tearing his skull in half.
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