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Chapter 478 Is this all you know how to do?

There was no warning.

"Shake hands."

A harsh male voice came from behind, and a huge shadow enveloped Naraku the Ninja from behind.

If humans had tongues on their eyeballs, the gaze that Naraku Ninja felt at this moment was less of a 'scan' and more like a 'lick.' He shuddered and suddenly did a side somersault to adjust his position, causing the black flames on his crimson ninja outfit to sway.

A large "?" appeared above Naraku the Ninja's head.

who is it?

Right now, at this very moment?

What kind of special greeting is this? Even an amazing old ninja like her has never heard of it before?
Jagi glanced sideways—his posture suggesting he was certain that even the terrifying Naraku ninja was no match for him.

That was a blatant provocation.

Despite being a "ninja assassin" born from hatred, Naraku felt an ominous premonition rising in his heart, which even made him want to jump off the field.

However, whether it's a greeting between ninjas or between warriors, it's a necessary thing. This is a principle that even junior ninjas understand, so even Naraku is no exception.

"Shake hands."

Suppressing the urge to immediately begin indiscriminately killing ninjas, and driving the old man's body that he had just seized, Naraku revealed a rage that could emanate steam from his shoulders, and stretched out his black hand, which was burning with black flames, enough to scorch steel into molten iron in an instant.

If the other party were a ninja, they would be severely injured the moment they made contact. But unfortunately, the man in front of them was neither a ninja nor a fragile mortal, but a more special being.

His robust body, capable of deep molten lava, was not easily scorched by the sheer power of black flames.

Is it possible to secretly use the full power of (black flame) fire jutsu during the sacred handshake ceremony before battle?

—No, that would also be impolite.

Namo San! In the instant of shaking hands, Jagi made his despicable move! Naraku the Ninja didn't even have time to react!
Kara.

Jagi immediately clenched his fist, his knuckles clearly visible. With each exertion of force, the cracking sounds of bones breaking echoed as bones collided with bones and flesh against flesh in an instant, crushing Naraku's right hand like organic tofu.

"Goo, goo-wah—!" Naraku and Fujikido's voices came from the same mouth. The amorphous shadow boiled up, turned into a turbid stream, completely swallowed Fujikido, and painted the night sky in his field of vision black.

The air scorched, and the black flames surged! They spread from Naraku's arm to Jagi's body. Jagi reacted quickly, letting go and breaking free from Naraku!

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle... You rude fool! You ignorant idiot, you barely know anything about karate! I'll show you what true hell is...! The real ninja battle...! Dark Karate!"

Naraku the Ninja stepped forward and unleashed a merciless barrage of consecutive karate hooks! His intact left fist and nearly shattered right fist were both enveloped in unclean black flames!
"Eee-ya—!" Right hook (hook)!

"Eee-ya—!" Left hook (hook)!

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
Whenever their karate and fist techniques collided, the shockwaves created a sudden gust of wind, shaking the New Saitama night at 3:45 AM, as the two engaged in a continuous, extremely fast-paced battle!

Resisting the powerful karate force emanating from Naraku's arm, Jagi maintained his "Dragon Devouring Breath" stance, retorting without wavering, "With this kind of karate, you think you can kill all the ninjas? Naraku = SAN! A fist filled with hatred can't defeat me!"

"Kill!"

The ninja assassin, his eyes now transformed into those of a Naraku ninja, uttered a chilling sound, finally confirming that he couldn't leave without defeating Jagi! Jujutsu stance!
As a ninja from the Heian period, a mythical ninja whose identity, past, and experiences are all shrouded in mystery, and who is not even recorded in the Kojiki (Chronicles of Ancient Matters), this mysterious ninja has a distinct self and possesses super strong karate skills, unlike other souls.

In the new Saitama who has lost his old master Hiroshi, the Naraku ninja, who are now unmatched, will hunt down and kill all the remaining ninja, good and evil alike.

Although he lacked any special "talent for seeing ghosts" or the self-proclaimed "Assassin's Eyes," and couldn't see the specific appearance of the ninja soul, Jagi could only vaguely sense their presence, much like how he couldn't distinguish between Bio Sunfish Powder containing harmful ingredients and regular mortal...

but!
Naraku's resentment was so powerful that it seemed to materialize, transforming from twisted black flames into a small humanoid figure. It was climbing on Fujikido Kenji's shoulder, its sharp claws and teeth outstretched, and its thick, seaweed-like black hair fluttering around it. It looked like a predator tightly coiling around its prey, staring at him with malicious eyes.

That was a view of mud and swamp.

This is a curse, a curse born from the rebellion and hatred of mortals that has lasted from the Heian period to the present day!
Furthermore, in this degenerate age, tens of millions of thorny chains, formed by the powerful, bind everyone, and cursed demons continue their relentless pilgrimage until all ninjas are wiped out!
(((Oh, Fuyuko...Tochigi...)))
Fujikito was groaning in pain, trying to crawl on the ground of his mind, but he couldn't move because Table was pressing on his back. His wife and children were lying on the side, but he had to engage in merciless social interactions with others.

(Shut up, Fujikito! It's all because of your fragile body that I can't fully unleash my ninja power, otherwise I wouldn't have lost!)
Naraku shouted in dissatisfaction. The force of the resistance made her feel uncomfortable, and she could not fully exert her power against the troublesome guy who was not a ninja.

Of course, the same applies to Jagi. It's easy to defeat Naraku when he's not at his peak, just by using three-tenths more power than when he fought Old Man Hiroshi. But controlling her is more difficult.

Therefore, he decided not to waste any more time and to use his strongest and most reliable technique, the ultimate move that had saved him several times. Even if people said, "Is that all you know?!", he would defeat the Naraku ninja here!
"So stubborn!"

In front of Naraku, as if he had heard their spiritual communication, Jagi snorted coldly and stood with his arms crossed. A petite figure shrouded in golden light appeared faintly behind him and also perched on his shoulder.

This figure was like a platinum star descending to earth, condensing endless and intense starlight. She had golden hair, red eyes, and bare feet. A golden halo was on her head, and she was a young girl wearing only a thin white shirt. The flames around her flickered and swayed, like a sacred spirit walking on the ground.

The atmosphere roared, and a golden energy storm arose from the void, soaring into the sky and transforming into a vortex like a natural disaster. The vast ether filled the world of Dharma's decline, and for a moment, even the slumbering hours of the third quarter of the hour of Chou seemed to boil over.

"Domo, Angelia = San! I am Yamoto Koki." Koki, who already knew of this person's existence, greeted him politely, but her eyes lingered strangely between Fujikido and Jagi, who were facing each other.

Namo San!
The two of them are like mirror images!
Both are tall, both are engulfed in flames, and both have a little girl perched or sitting on their shoulders... the only difference is that one is black and the other is gold, one is legal and the other is illegal!
What a bizarre and surreal sight! Buddhas and gods! Although Jagi=San wasn't possessed by a ninja spirit, he had long ago been chosen as the possessor of a far more powerful holy spirit! "Hmm, you're alright too... but why are you saying this in such a strange tone..."

Angelia subconsciously waved to the girl in the distance, making a comment about the strange way this world communicates.

"...I am truly terrified."

Xiao Ji lowered her head in shame, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

She was also aware of the strange way the people in her hometown communicated; to put it nicely, it was "mysterious," but to put it bluntly, it was "forcibly creating communication barriers."

The blonde girl, who appeared to have just woken up, rubbed her eyes. Barely regaining consciousness, she instantly understood the situation through telepathic communication with Jagi—

"Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh! There's such a thing!"

She shouted angrily at Naraku directly opposite her, looking extremely furious and agitated. Her sharp gaze alone was enough to make any ninja tremble, and her anger seemed to erupt like scorching magma!

"How dare you seduce a married man! You treacherous cat, you wicked ninja!!!"

Accompanied by the Holy Spirit's wrathful rebuke, the tiny fist pierced through space, seeping into another world like an ink painting, and blasted towards the spiritual entity Naraku that had taken over Fujikido's brain! Namo San! It actually attacked the evil ninja soul directly!

"Gurgle... What?!"

Naraku, who had been completely baffled by the situation since the beginning, cried out in disbelief. Why was this blond brat who suddenly appeared out of her body so inexplicably hostile towards her? And how did she manage to attack her?!

The married woman was still unconscious not far away, while the incompetent husband was being forcibly controlled by the evil loli ninja spirit, forced to do things he absolutely did not want to do...

That's right, this is the legendary NTR scene!

Even Miyamoto Masaharu, the swordsman and philosopher of the Heian period, would have been compelled to exclaim, "A woman has committed this crime! How despicable!" in the face of such a scene!
The ninja's sixth sense has given him a warning!

A heavy pressure slowly rippled outwards from Jagi. Naraku, pierced by a gaze that seemed to see through the surface of things to their essence, felt such terrifying pressure for the first time!

Even with all the ninja knowledge she possessed, there was absolutely no record of such a being, and she had no idea how to deal with it!

"Bakana—!"

That tiny fist was filled with violent light and power, and with a force that could crush heaven and earth, it slammed heavily into Naraku's body, mercilessly tearing through his defenses!

"Guwa—!"

Naraku trembled violently, wracked with excruciating pain. The part of her body that had been struck dissolved into a viscous malice that exploded outwards, then slowly coalesced again. Within the surging black mist, flashes of light continued to appear, gripping her tightly!

"Goo-wah—!" "Goo-wah—!" "Goo-wah—!" "Goo-wah—!"

In the spiritual world, the Holy Spirit's fists rained down on the black-haired evil spirit, mercilessly beating her! One punch! Ten punches! One hundred punches! Not a single one was spared; each punch sent Naraku spewing black flames, floating in mid-air before exploding and scattering, only to be resurrected again the next moment, in a never-ending cycle.

"Amazing!"

Xiao Ji's gaze turned cherry blossom-colored as she sincerely praised her, a sentiment echoed even by the Death Ninja Soul residing within her.

GOURANGA! How unbelievable! She once clashed with the first generation of ninja assassins during the Heian period and knew how terrifying the other was, but now she is being beaten up like a punching bag!

((...Ninjas...Ninjas...All ninjas must be killed without mercy...Ninjas must be killed without mercy!!))
Whether in the real world or in the spiritual realm, Naraku the Ninja shrieked, and strong, radiating winds emanated from him. This time, he would not be so easily defeated as before!

Naraku, who absolutely refused to return to the Silver Pavilion, spewed terrifying flames from his narrow eyes. At the same time, Fujikido's body was deeply integrated into his neurons, blood vessels, and muscle fibers by the evil ninja soul of the crimson-black color, becoming one with it.

She's going to fight back!

“Ee… Kenji…”

At that very moment, a painful cry came from not far away! "Namu San!" It was Fujikito's wife! She was about to wake up!
(((Touko! Tochigi! But I'm a ninja now... I can't let them be scared by me! I can't!)))
In reality, Fujikido suddenly shed tears of blood, while in his mind, Fujikido, who was pinned down by the petite Naraku and unable to move, leaped up! His wide-open eyes overflowed with a resolute determination to sacrifice himself!

(((Eek! Give me back Fuyuko, Tochigi, and my body...!!!)))
His fist slammed into his own face, shattering the "Ninja" and "Kill" reliefs on his mask. In his mind's eye, Fujikito also threw a punch, striking Naraku in the face.

This is the perfect opportunity!
BRATAＡＴＡＴＴＡＴＡ!

The young Holy Spirit snorted coldly, and a white pillow, almost half a person's height, appeared in her hand. She swung it around and smashed it down! Slamming Naraku to the ground! Slamming him to the ground! This was her ultimate move to defeat the entire Holy Spirit Realm!
—Pillow fist!
Countless plumes of black smoke scattered like feathers, creating a series of explosions.

"Ugh—!"

A cacophony of angry and pathetic cries!
As the black smoke gradually dissipated, Naraku's spirit body violently shook its head from side to side, blood gushing from its nose, and its cheeks swelling up high. However, after only a few breaths, its previously ferocious rage became listless.

They've been defeated! The ninja assassin has been defeated!

This is absolutely true, there is no deception!
Fujikito fell straight backward, only to find that the "Ninja" and "Kill" faceplates were gone, and his ninja attire had weathered away, turning into powder and disappearing...

((Fujikito! You bastard... your dog dared to bite my hand...! Unforgivable!))
The evil ninja spirit, beaten by the Holy Spirit, the Man of the North Star, and his own possessor, humiliatingly shrank into a ball, his face bruised and swollen, and gave up his body.

(End of this chapter)