novelraw Chapter 380 380 The Death of Otsutsuki Isshiki
Chapter 380 380 The Death of Otsutsuki Isshiki
Cold sweat uncontrollably slid from Isshiki's temples, mixing with the icy rain, bringing piercing cold.
'How does he know?!'
'This guy… what kind of monster is he?!'
Inner horror surged like a tsunami, making Isshiki's thoughts blank out for an instant.
And at this moment of mental lapse—
Swoosh!
The golden figure before him abruptly blurred and vanished as if merging with the rain curtain!
Isshiki's pupils contracted sharply. Combat instinct made him subconsciously cross his arms, protecting his chest, madly pouring Chakra into his arms to block.
Boom—!!
The next instant, Menma's fist, carrying the momentum to shatter mountains and split rocks, had already violently smashed onto his crossed arms!
Savage force surged over like an avalanche, far exceeding his estimation!
Isshiki only felt intense pain and numbness in both arms. His entire person completely unable to resist this immense force, his feet leaving the ground as he flew backward rapidly!
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it—!!!"
Tumbling out of control in the air, Isshiki let out a hysterical roar, filled with boundless fury at plans disrupted, secrets seen through, and dignity trampled!
He forcibly twisted his body, stabilizing somewhat, and swung both hands forward violently!
"Daikokuten!"
Countless pitch-black Chakra Rods like a swarm leaving a hive tore through the rain curtain, carrying piercing whistles, from all directions, up, down, left, right, without any blind spots explosively shooting towards Menma who had just revealed himself!
Dense enough to turn any creature into a porcupine!
Facing this lethal rain of black rods, Menma just calmly raised his hand, easily grasping the first arriving rod aimed at his center of his forehead in his palm.
Then, his wrist flipped fluidly, movements smooth as flowing water, using this seized rod as a weapon… parrying, lifting, sweeping, prodding!
His movements didn't seem fast, yet were accurate to a frightening degree.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of crisp, rapid clashing sounds like a violent storm!
Those incoming black rods, upon contacting the rod in Menma's hand, were either skillfully deflected, colliding with each other and falling, or were directly knocked away by greater force, scattering in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the lethal black rod storm was easily resolved by him with a single rod!
Immediately after, Menma's arm abruptly shook, throwing the rod in his hand like a javelin, aiming straight at Isshiki's face while he was still mid-air!
Isshiki was horrified, hurriedly turning his head to dodge. The black rod passed by his cheek with a vicious wind.
However, the moment he dodged the rod attack, Menma's figure had already reappeared near him, almost face-to-face distance!
"Roar—!" Isshiki went completely mad, discarding all tactics and elegance, like a beast in a desperate situation. His fists smashed towards Menma like a violent storm!
A sky full of fist shadows, each strike enough to break monuments and split rocks, imbued with the force and viciousness of Otsutsuki Taijutsu.
Menma's expression didn't change. His footwork moved like ghosts, his body making subtle evasions and blocks within a narrow space.
He either raised his hand to block straight punches, or sidestepped to let hooks pass, or used his forearm to deflect swings. His movements were concise and efficient, as if having long seen through all of Isshiki's attack routes.
In the instant Isshiki's rapid assault paused slightly, force spent, Menma seized the opening. A swift elbow strike like an artillery shell fired violently smashed onto Isshiki's chest!
"Pfft—!"
Isshiki spat blood again, his body flying backward like a rag sack.
But he was, after all, an old monster who had lived thousands of years, with extremely rich combat experience.
Forcibly enduring the chest bone almost cracking intense pain, Isshiki forcibly twisted his posture in the air, his feet plowing two deep furrows in the slippery ground to stabilize himself, then charged back again!
Using the charging momentum, a fierce flying kick directly kicked Menma's waist and abdomen!
Menma slightly retreated half a step, easily letting it pass.
Isshiki's offense didn't stop. His body spun with the momentum. His left leg, like a steel whip with whistling wind, a heavy spinning kick swept towards Menma's head!
This time, Menma didn't evade.
His right hand shot out fast as lightning, fingers like iron pincers, accurately grasping the ankle of Isshiki's kicking right foot!
"What?!" Isshiki was greatly shocked, trying to break free, but found the other's grip as stable as a mountain.
Menma's eyes turned cold. His left arm bent, an extremely heavy elbow strike like a war hammer violently smashed onto Isshiki's shin bone!
Crack—!
A clear bone cracking sound sounded particularly piercing amidst the rain!
"Ugh ah!" Isshiki let out an extremely piercing scream. His calf showed an unnatural bend. Intense pain made his face twitch!
However, instinct for survival made him launch a final counterattack.
Forcing down the heart-rending, lung-splitting pain, he raised his right arm, aiming the Kama on his palm at the close at hand Menma, roaring: "Die!"
Daikokuten: Karma Flame!
A blazing, extreme dark red flame torrent, like a volcanic eruption, surged out from the Kama! At such close distance, dodging was almost impossible. Instantly, Menma's figure was engulfed!
'Success?!'
The moment a trace of wishful thinking arose in Isshiki's heart, his expression froze completely.
That violent flame enough to melt metal and corrode iron, upon contacting the golden Chakra Cloak around Menma, didn't explode or burn as expected.
Instead, on the surface of that brilliant golden Chakra, an even more savage dark red fox head phantom flashed briefly, opening an invisible huge mouth.
The surging flame torrent actually like all rivers returning to the sea, was greedily devoured completely by that fox head phantom, not even a spark remaining!
"No… impossible!!" Isshiki's eyes nearly burst, his voice distorted with fear. "Absorbing Chakra… this is… this is something only upper-ranking Otsutsuki… how could you possibly learn it?!"
Having traveled the universe for millennia, witnessed countless races' abilities, but this ability to directly and efficiently absorb an opponent's Chakra for one's own use… even within the Otsutsuki Clan's main family, not all members could master it!
This 'native' before him not only crushed him in strength, but even in ability usage and learning, had reached such unfathomable levels!
Under shock, Isshiki, disregarding the intense pain from his broken right leg, forcibly spun his body. His left leg, like a dying scorpion's tail, with his body's remaining strength, fiercely struck towards Menma's temple!
Menma just casually raised his left hand, easily blocking this already spent force attack.
Simultaneously, he willed it. A pitch-black Truth-Seeking Ball orbiting behind him, enveloped in a golden halo, instantly accelerated. With a boom, it solidly struck Isshiki's abdomen!
"Wah ah—!" Isshiki screamed again as he was blasted away, heavily smashing onto a pile of ruins in the distance, then bouncing to the ground, splashing large amounts of muddy water.
His abdomen was burned into a large hole, skin charred and festering, emitting a foul smell.
Isshiki struggled to get up, but due to the broken leg bone and severe abdominal injury, his movements became extremely difficult. He could only gasp for breath heavily, trying to mobilize Chakra to repair his leg and abdomen.
However, Menma wouldn't give him any breathing room.
Menma hovered half a foot off the ground, slowly rising.
He lifted empty both hands. Golden light blazed around him.
The next moment, dozens, hundreds—
Densely packed golden Truth-Seeking Balls condensed out of thin air around him, like stars surrounding the moon!
These Truth-Seeking Balls were covered with the Tenseigan's unique golden Chakra, emitting heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.
"Truth-Seeking Ball: Light Cannon."
Menma swung an arm. The hundreds of golden Truth-Seeking Balls instantly turned into golden laser beams, like a violent storm, madly pouring down towards the struggling Isshiki below!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Golden beams tore through the sky, leaving countless clear golden trajectory lines in the air, like a grand yet cruel fireworks display!
Isshiki broke out in cold sweat. The desire to live overwhelmed everything.
His body instantly shrunk to dust size, attempting to avoid this covering, terrifying attack.
However, Menma's Tenseigan had long since locked onto his main body!
No matter how small he shrunk, the dense golden light cannons still seemed to have eyes, accurately tracking his dust-sized figure, madly sweeping!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Isshiki could only desperately make irregular, tiny evasions in the air, while continuously summoning giant black cubes Daikokuten to block in front of him.
However, the Truth-Seeking Ball light cannons imbued with the power of all creation, far exceeding ordinary ninjutsu in power.
Those extremely sturdy black cubes, enough to suppress Tailed Beasts, under the continuous bombardment of golden light cannons, like wax figures burned by high temperature, rapidly melting, disintegrating, only buying him insignificant moments.
Menma hovered in the air, like a human-shaped Gundam controlling countless funnels.
Golden light constantly flashed around him. New Truth-Seeking Balls were continuously condensed, joining this destructive bullet hell baptism, as if his Chakra was endless.
Just as Isshiki was exhausted from running, hiding in a sorry state behind a Daikokuten about to shatter, an irresistible immense suction force suddenly came from Menma's direction!
"Bansho Ten'in!"
"Ugh ah!" Isshiki's shrunk body couldn't resist this strong gravitational pull. Instantly forcibly pulled from his hiding place, as if grabbed by an invisible giant hand, helplessly flying swiftly towards Menma in the air!
And awaiting him were the several even larger Truth-Seeking Ball light cannons Menma had already prepared, condensed before him!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Blinding golden light flashed again explosively!
Several light cannons solidly struck Isshiki's body as he was pulled over!
The immense explosion knocked him away like a meteor, tracing a long parabolic arc, directly flying over the already ruined northern port area of Amegakure.
With a 'splash', Isshiki fell into the cold, surging sea, splashing huge waves.
A moment later, after restoring his main body size, Isshiki struggled to surface from the seawater, standing on the water, coughing violently, each cough bringing up bloody foam mixed with organ fragments.
The tomoe tattoo on his chest had been burned blurry. The abdominal wound was even more shocking, his pale skin covered in charred marks and cracks.
He raised his head, looking up at the sky in despair.
Menma was stepping on empty air, walking down step by step from the air, like a deity walking among mortals.
His steps were steady. With each step, the air beneath his feet seemed to condense into invisible steps.
The golden chakra radiance spread behind him, illuminating the sky and sea surface, made particularly gloomy by the battle.
With each step Menma took forward, Isshiki's heart as if struck heavily by an invisible hammer!
That icy killing intent penetrated the rain curtain, penetrated the seawater, firmly locking onto him.
Isshiki uncontrollably stepped back, the seawater rippling in circles at his feet.
His body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. For the first time, his face showed an emotion named 'fear'.
He would die—
He would truly die here!
This thought, like a venomous snake, gnawed at his last shreds of reason.
Millennia of arrogance, contempt for 'inferior beings', completely crumbled before this absolute gap in power and threat of death.
Escape!
Must escape!
He had other alternate dimension coordinates. Even if abandoning this wrecked body, even finding an inferior vessel to linger on feebly, was far better than complete physical and spiritual destruction here!
Once this thought arose, Isshiki's Kokugan lit with a faint light, attempting to connect to an alternate dimension, open a portal.
However, before his technique could fully activate, the space before him slightly distorted. Menma's figure had already teleported to appear right before him, so close he could almost feel the warmth of the other's breath!
Isshiki didn't even see the other's movement. He only felt a heart-rending, bone-deep intense pain in his right eye!
"Ahhhhhhh—!!!"
An inhumanly piercing scream erupted from Isshiki's mouth!
Menma's right hand, like a precise scalpel, forcibly inserted into his right eye socket, roughly digging out that Kokugan containing unique Dojutsu, along with nerves and blood vessels!
Blood gushed out like a fountain from the empty socket, instantly dying red his pale half-face and the front of his garment.
Isshiki staggered backward. Due to intense pain and blood loss, his vision darkened in waves. He clutched his bleeding right eye, using his remaining Byakugan to stare dead at Menma. His voice trembled with extreme pain and anger: "You… you bastard… when… did you leave a space-time mark on me?!"
Menma casually played with the Kokugan in his hand, still emitting faint golden light, dripping with blood, like admiring a trophy.
Hearing Isshiki's question, the corner of his mouth turned up in an icy mockery. "Only noticing now? Truly… arrogant enough, Isshiki."
"Pfft—" Isshiki was so angry he spat another mouthful of blood.
But immediately after, he felt a strong sense of something wrong.
Not just the weakness from the eye removal, but his entire body's Chakra level was plummeting cliff-like!
As if something had stolen his power silently during the earlier battle!
He hurriedly used his remaining Byakugan to look inside. This look made him turn pale with shock!
The vast, sea-like Chakra originally within him was now less than one-tenth remaining, and still continuously draining!
'That time!'
'That red fox! It not only absorbed Ninjutsu, but along with it my Chakra also—!'
"You—your attacks—were continuously absorbing my Chakra?!" Isshiki's voice was filled with desperate hoarseness.
He finally understood: This enemy before him was not only terrifyingly strong, but his mind was meticulous and vicious to the extreme!
He had never encountered such a frightening existence in millennia of universe travels!
He knew almost nothing about the enemy, while the other seemed to have calculated everything about him!
This fight was completely unfair!
"I figured you'd react like this when you found out." Menma's gaze turned somewhat playful. "The advantage of having a little glutton inside is that you never have to worry about energy supply."
His figure once again utilized the Flying Thunder God's mark to instantly vanish!
And this time, due to losing his last Byakugan, fully immersed in darkness and terror, Isshiki completely failed to react!
He only felt an irresistible force brutally grabbing his face!
"Wah ah—!!!"
An even more piercing scream than before!
The pain this time was even more unbearable. Because Menma's thumb and index finger had directly pierced into the sockets of both his eyes, gripping his head!
"Don't struggle, it'll be over soon."
Isshiki's completely useless struggles were completely suppressed by Menma's overwhelming power.
He was dragged out of the water, lifted into the air by his head like a dying chicken.
He wanted to resist, wanted to counterattack, but with only one day left of life, severe injuries, extreme Chakra Depletion, and both eyes lost... he was utterly powerless.
Finally, he realized… from the moment this youth appeared, from the moment he was forced out of his vessel, perhaps his fate had already been sealed.
At this moment, Isshiki's hatred and unwillingness reached their peak.
But more than that, it was a bone-chilling fear towards this youth and the unknown power he represented.
"Enough of wasting time." Menma's voice came from above, calm, without any killing intent or anger, as if stating a simple fact. "Goodbye, Isshiki. Although you're quite troublesome, thanks to you, I got to confirm something."
'What did he confirm?'
Isshiki wanted to ask, but he no longer had the chance.
Menma's free left hand gently pressed against his forehead.
Six Truth-Seeking Balls appeared, surrounding them, forming a formation.
"Chaos."
As Menma softly uttered, the six Truth-Seeking Balls simultaneously emitted blinding light.
Those lights intertwined, enveloping Isshiki.
In the light, his body rapidly disintegrated from the molecular level, turning into the most basic Chakra Particles, then absorbed by those Truth-Seeking Balls.
He didn't even have time to make a final sound.
Otsutsuki Isshiki, who had survived for millennia, plotting revenge and harvesting, in this final moment, was completely erased from the world like this.
Not a trace remained.
The golden light dissipated.
Menma floated in the air, six Truth-Seeking Balls orbiting him, emitting a slightly more intense glow than before.
He quietly felt the changes within his body.
'So... killing a Otsutsuki in their true form will indeed make the Tenseigan stronger... This kind of growth is truly exhilarating.'
He looked towards the distant shore.
There, Konan, Yahiko, Nagato, and the others who had retreated looked up at the sea, their faces filled with shock.
Their gaze towards Menma had changed once more… from awe, to terror, to finally, a deep-seated reverence and gratitude.
Because they knew, the terrifying enemy who could destroy half of Amegakure with a snap of his fingers had truly been eliminated by this youth.
At least for now, Amegakure was safe.
Menma took a deep breath, withdrew the Tenseigan Chakra Mode, and slowly flew back to the shore.
The sky began to lighten.
The rain curtain gradually thinned.
The long night was finally over.
And this long, fierce battle had finally come to an end.