Naruto: I'm in Konoha, my name is Uzumaki Menma

Chapter 325 The Death of Hanzo
Half-hidden amidst a violent cough and a burning pain in its chest and abdomen, the salamander struggled to open its eyes.

My vision was initially blurred before it finally focused on the gray sky overhead, fragmented by steel pipes.

The cold rain lashed against his face, mingling with the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled, using all his strength, to crawl out from the pile of twisted and deformed metal rubble that was pressing down on him.

Every movement aggravated the injury in his abdomen, causing excruciating pain.

He looked down and saw that the armor covering his abdomen had broken off, and on the exposed skin, a clear, dark purple bruise was shocking.

It was a "souvenir" left by that white-robed monk with a casual kick.

Worse still, he felt that the salamander venom sac that had been transplanted into his body when he was a child and had long since become one with him had ruptured under the heavy blow he had just received.

The deadly toxin was spreading uncontrollably through his meridians, bringing waves of excruciating pain and a cold, numbing sensation.

He knew better than anyone what this meant.

His body was already on the countdown to death.

"Cough...cough cough..." He coughed up a few more mouthfuls of black blood with a sweet and foul taste, a bitter look on his face.

enemy……

too strong.

He was so strong that he could easily see through and dodge the Iaijutsu he was so proud of, and so strong that a casual kick sent this "demigod of the ninja world" flying like a broken sack, without any power to fight back.

And there are two such enemies!

A long-lost feeling, mixed with powerlessness and humiliation, swept over him like a tide.

The last time I had this feeling was ten years ago during the Second Shinobi World War, when I watched helplessly as the Land of Rain became a battlefield ravaged by the three great ninja villages, and I could only barely hold onto Amegakure, this small corner of the land, despite my best efforts.

He simply raised his hand and forcefully ripped off the gas mask that had been with him for most of his life and that he had never taken off in front of others.

Beneath the mask was a mouth covered in scars, with twisted lips, appearing exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.

Since receiving a salamander venom sac transplant as a child, his breath has been infused with deadly poison. To avoid harming those around him, this gas mask has become his only form of protection.

Every breath he exhaled carried a pale purple, icy poison, and each breath produced a hoarse sound.

Hanzo bent down and picked up the chained scythe that had accompanied him in battle for many years from the ruins. He gripped it tightly, as if trying to draw his last strength from the cold metal.

As he staggered out of the ruins, leaning on his sickle, the armor on his upper body fell off, revealing his bare torso.

When he saw the scene before him, even Hanzo, who was used to life and death and horrific scenes, couldn't help but feel his heart clench.

hell.

What lies before me is a living hell.

The dozen or so elite Rain Shadow operatives he brought, his most loyal subordinates, all fell in a relatively open area ahead.

Without exception, they were all impaled by jet-black rods and nailed to the ground.

Judging from the way they fell and the almost complete lack of struggle, death came extremely suddenly. Almost simultaneously, they were taken away by the same person in the same way, as easily as harvesting straw.

There was no resistance, no screams, only a deathly silence of despair.

Hanzo exhaled a breath of purple aura laced with deadly poison, his face so grim it seemed to drip water.

He raised his head and looked towards the distant core battlefield, which was still erupting with continuous roars.

The figures of the two mysterious enemies moved at high speed through the rain and dust, so fast that he could only barely catch some blurry afterimages.

The difference in strength is like an insurmountable chasm.

Just then, Yahiko, who was organizing Akatsuki members to rescue the wounded and carry or help them away from the danger zone, also discovered Hanzo emerging from the ruins.

He immediately gave a few instructions to his companions, then quickly teleported to appear in front of Hanzo.

"Lord Hanzo! I'm so glad you're alright!" Yahiko's tone was filled with genuine concern. Although in the "future" shown by Menma, this hero would eventually raise his sword against them, at least for this moment, Yahiko still firmly believed that Hanzo was the hero who protected the Land of Rain.

"The fighting here is beyond our capabilities. Please retreat with us! Only by preserving our strength can we protect more people!"

Hanzo's gaze passed over Yahiko and landed on the young Akatsuki members behind him who were busy with rescue efforts, their faces filled with fear but still determined to carry out the rescue.

Although their actions were immature, they were filled with a pure light and hope that he had not seen for a long time in this chaotic country.

A complex emotion flashed in Hanzang's cloudy eyes, which eventually turned into a resolute sense of liberation.

He raised his heavy hand and gently patted Yahiko's still-youthful but already resolute shoulder.

Then, he took a step, brushing past Yahiko, and walked step by step toward the center of that devastated battlefield.

In the instant they passed each other, a deep, hoarse voice, carrying an extremely solemn sense of entrustment, clearly reached Yahiko's ears:

"Amegakure... From now on, we'll be counting on you."

Yahiko was stunned, unable to fully grasp the profound meaning and farewell contained in those words for a moment.

He instinctively turned around and saw that Hanzo had already quickly formed hand seals and pressed them to the ground!

"Psychic art!"

As a huge plume of white smoke rose, a massive salamander-like summon beast, the Salamander Ibuki, appeared abruptly on the ruins. Its body was as large as a hill, its back was dark brown, its skin was covered in bumps, and it exuded a strong fishy and poisonous aura.
Hanzo leaped and landed steadily on top of Ibuki's head.

He turned back one last time and took a deep look at Yahiko and the desolate yet still struggling Amegakure behind him, his eyes no longer showing any hesitation or confusion.

"You two bastards!!!" Hanzo roared deafeningly, his voice filled with pent-up anger, humiliation, and final madness: "This is Amegakure! My Amegakure! How dare you trample on this place!! Ibuki! Poison Spray!"

"Roar--!"

The salamander, Ibuki, opened its massive jaws, and a thick, deadly, deep purple venomous mist erupted forth like a burst dam!

The poisonous fog covered a vast area and spread rapidly, sweeping towards the center of the battlefield and instantly enveloping that area in a deathly purple veil!

……

The core of the battlefield.

clang!clang!clang!
The black chakra rods that Menma was gathering in his hand collided repeatedly with Jigen's black rods, emitting dazzling sparks and teeth-grinding sounds of impact.

Cixian grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed. He could clearly sense that the black-haired boy's fighting spirit had not diminished with the prolonged fight; on the contrary, it was burning brighter and brighter, and his strength was continuously increasing!
Finally, a dark red chakra, filled with a violent aura, surged out of Menma's body like a volcanic eruption! This chakra quickly condensed on his body surface, forming a chakra cloak that flickered like flames.

Dark Nine-Tails Chakra Mode!

"So you're the Nine-Tails' Jinchuriki... Is this your source of confidence?" Jigen understood, but then frowned.

"No... this aura... although it is immense and violent, it feels completely different from the Nine-Tails' chakra I know... this is definitely not that Nine-Tails!"

As an old monster who has been lurking for thousands of years, Jigen knows the nine tailed beasts of the ninja world like the back of his hand. After all, if he revives the first Ten-Tails, he might be able to reassemble a Chakra Fruit.

Therefore, he was certain that the tailed beast inside this kid was no ordinary beast!

Mahakala!
With a thought, Cixian activated his pupil technique once more.

Countless tiny black chakra rods, as fine as cow's hair and almost invisible to the naked eye, shot silently toward Menma like invisible dust, attempting to attach themselves to him and disrupt his chakra flow.

However, when these tiny black rods approached Menma's dark red chakra cloak, they were all blocked by an invisible barrier and could not penetrate even a little.

Cixian's eyes turned cold, and he immediately changed his strategy, activating a pupil technique that could shrink or scale objects.

His name is Bikanna!
He attempted to instantly magnify these tiny black rods, forming deadly spikes!

But Mianma's reaction was faster than anyone could have imagined!

He didn't even need to activate the massively energy-consuming Tenseigan chakra mode; he was already aware of the existence of those tiny black rods simply by relying on the insight of his right Byakugan, which was linked to the Tenseigan's power.

At the very moment that Jigen activated "Shona Hikona"—

"Shinra Tenzheng!"

An immense and unimaginably terrifying repulsive force erupted from him like an invisible tsunami, spreading outwards in all directions!
Bang bang bang bang—!
Those black chakra rods that had just been enlarged and were about to thrust were instantly bounced away like leaves in a storm by this powerful repulsive force!
Cixian himself, who had just finished casting the spell, was also violently thrown away by this sudden repulsive force. He tumbled several times in the air before barely managing to regain his balance and float back into the air, a very solemn expression on his face.

He did not want to use the absorption ability of the "Karma" to neutralize it, but the repulsive force of "Shinra Tensei" is a force field attack, not a highly condensed form of chakra, so his "Karma" could not absorb it directly.

Jigen hovered in the air, looking at Menma, who was also hovering and shrouded in dark red chakra, with surprise and uncertainty.

'Sharingan, Byakugan, black chakra rods, and this powerful repulsive force... This means he may possess even more advanced dojutsu, such as the Rinnegan, or even... but he has never used it...' Jigen was filled with doubt.

Shinra Tensei is not a rare ability among the Otsutsuki clan; Momoshiki and Urashiki were able to use it after awakening the Rinnegan.

If the opponent truly possesses a dojutsu of the same or even higher level, their strength has likely reached the level of a standard Otsutsuki.

But if that's the case, then he's unlikely to be a backup plan left by Kaguya.

After all, Kaguya was just a lower-ranking Otsutsuki. If Kaguya had subordinates with such strength back then, how could she have been sealed away in the battle against her two rebellious sons?
Meanwhile, Menma, who had activated Dark Nine-Tails Chakra Mode, had his chakra surging like flames around him. He slightly raised his head, his heterochromatic eyes looking down at the pensive Jigen with an arrogant gaze, his voice clearly piercing through the rain:
"If this is all you've got... then you might die."

"Arrogant!" Cixian was completely enraged!

Aside from the time he was betrayed by that despicable Kaguya a thousand years ago, he, the noble Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, had traveled to countless planets and lived for countless years. When had he ever been so blatantly despised by a "native" of a planet?!

A boundless rage and murderous intent burned wildly within him.

'I must absorb the Ten-Tails' chakra and unlock a higher form of Karma! Otherwise…' He made a decision instantly, knowing that in his current state, he was no match for his opponent.

However, just as Jigen was about to temporarily leave the battlefield and go to another dimension to absorb the Ten-Tails' chakra, a large amount of dense, suffocating purple poisonous mist, like a curtain of death, rapidly spread from the edge of the battlefield, instantly surrounding the area where he and Menma were.

Cixian tilted his head slightly, his cold gaze piercing through the poisonous fog, and saw the leader of Amegakure who had returned, standing atop the giant salamander's head.

At this moment, Hanzo the Salamander was in extremely bad condition.

The skin around the bruise on his abdomen, inflicted by Cixian's kick, had turned a deep purple, and this purple color was spreading across his entire body like creeping vines.

That's a sign that the salamander's venom sac has completely ruptured, causing the deadly poison to backfire on itself!
But he seemed completely unconcerned, his face displaying only an almost manic, resolute determination to die with the enemy!

Standing atop Inobu's head, he brandished the chain scythe and, in the final name of the guardians of Amegakure, let out the most tragic roar at the end of his life!
He controlled Jingfu and charged into the poisonous fog without hesitation, rushing towards Cixian in mid-air!

"Chain Sickle Double Strike!"

As Hanzo approached Jigen, he suddenly swung out the chain in his hand, which coiled around Jigen like a venomous snake, attempting to restrict his movements.

He then leaped from the top of the salamander's head, pouring the last of his strength, along with the rampant poison within him, into the scythe, unleashing his strongest, most powerful, and final strike, a fusion of his life's cultivation and his last breath!
The scythe's sharp blade sliced ​​through the poisonous mist with a mournful whistle, aiming straight for Cixian's head!
Temporarily bound by chains, Cixian looked at the "ant" with a ferocious face, exuding an aura of death and poison, rushing towards her like a moth to a flame. Her eyes showed no emotion, only extreme impatience at being interrupted.

"What...annoying bugs."

He uttered a few cold words, and then vanished into thin air!
Hanzo's sure-fire, deadly strike landed squarely on empty air!
The immense force propelled him forward, causing him to lose his balance in mid-air.

His face was filled with shock and resentment.

And just as his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet arisen, his body was completely exposed in the air—

Puff puff puff puff——!
Countless jet-black chakra rods, like death thorns growing from the void, suddenly pierced out from all directions, up, down, left, and right without warning!
It pierced through every vital point in Hanzo's body in an instant!
Heart, lungs, throat, limbs...

Hanzo the Salamander, a hero who was once famous throughout the ninja world, hailed as a "demigod of the ninja world," and who protected Amegakure for ten years, suddenly froze in mid-air, his scythe falling limply from his hand.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end only foam mixed with pieces of internal organs and poisonous blood flowed out of his mouth.

The light in his eyes quickly faded. He took one last look at the ruined Amegakure village he had fought for, protected, and ultimately perished in, then his head lolled to the side, and his breath ceased completely.

After Hanzo's body fell with those cold black rods, it was supported by the black rods that landed on the ground, hanging in mid-air, like a cruel trophy, or a silent tombstone, announcing the end of an era.

In the distance, Yahiko, Konan, Nagato, and all the Akatsuki members, who had just organized the villagers to evacuate to a safer area, all witnessed this tragic and devastating scene.

Yahiko clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood flowed out between his fingers, but he was completely unaware of it.

Xiao Nan closed her eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

In Nagato's Rinnegan eyes, Hanzo's corpse, pierced by countless black rods, was reflected, and an indescribable, complex emotion grew wildly within him.

Meanwhile, Menma, hovering in the air on the other side, merely glanced indifferently at Hanzo's corpse. In this timeline, Hanzo died in the battle to protect the village, which might be a good thing for him.

Immediately, Menma refocused his gaze on Cixian, who had reappeared, but whose expression was even more unpleasant.

"The troublesome guy is gone." Menma's voice was calm and even, as if the person who had just died was just an insignificant passerby.

He raised the black chakra rod in his hand and pointed it down to the spot where Jigen had shrunk his body using the small-sized Bikona.

"Now, it's our turn to continue."

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