manynovel Chapter 120 Obito's Wrath, the Approaching Root Ninja!
Chapter 120 Obito's Wrath, the Approaching Root Ninja!
Chapter 120 Obito's Wrath, the Approaching Root Ninja!
"Click"
An invisible voice exploded in Obito's mind, crisp and resolute, like a string stretched to its limit suddenly snapping.
A sharp pain surged up from deep within my right eye again, even more intense than before.
Blood oozed from the corner of his eye, trickling down his cheek and splattering onto the ground as tiny droplets of blood.
The body, which had been constantly deformed, stretched, and compressed in the spatial distortion, finally returned to its normal form, as if the invisible hand had released its grip on it.
Obito crashed heavily to the ground, his limbs outstretched, his chest heaving as he gasped for air.
Sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead, dripping onto the stone slabs on the ground and spreading a small dark patch.
The Mangekyou Sharingan in his right eye had stopped spinning wildly, and the pattern of the Fuma Shuriken slowly faded, returning to the three-tomoe Sharingan.
But the bleeding didn't stop; it continued to seep from the corner of his eye, some of it flowing down his cheek and into his collar.
Some of it slid down the bridge of my nose to my lips, carrying a salty, rusty taste.
"The Divine Might Space—has been torn apart—"
Obito's voice was hoarse and deep, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were making a declaration to some unseen being in the darkness.
He propped himself up on his arms, struggled to his feet, and knelt down, reaching out to grab the vortex mask beside him.
It was pulled back onto his face, covering the face contorted with pain.
But blood was still dripping from his chin, one drop, two drops, onto his clothes, onto the back of his hand, a shocking sight.
"My left eye—I'm afraid it's no longer in Kakashi's body!"
Obito's voice came through the mask, carrying suppressed anger and a kind of cold certainty.
This time, he felt it with absolute clarity: the power that tore through Kamui space came from his other Mangekyou Sharingan.
Sharing the same roots and origins, bound by the same spirit, only that eye could inflict such profound damage on the Divine Might Space.
The opponent used some unknown means, drawing upon some immense power, to forcibly tear open the Divine Might Space through that left eye.
This tearing apart is not a one-sided effect; as the holder of the other eye, he must also suffer the same backlash.
The greater the force of the tearing, the greater the pain he endured.
The other party will definitely not have an easy time either!
But what Obito cared about at that moment was not how much pain he had endured after the Kamui dimension was torn apart.
What he cared about was when Kakashi's left eye was taken away, and by whom?
Why haven't I heard from him at all?
A cold, furious rage ignited in the one Sharingan eye that peeked out from under his mask.
No matter who it is, he will take back that eye. It is his eye, a part of his power.
He must not be allowed to wander outside, and even less should he be allowed to be used against himself by others.
"Black Zetsu".
Obito's voice returned to calm, but beneath that calm lay a volcano about to erupt.
"Investigate! Who stole my left eye from Kakashi?"
"Yes."
Black Zetsu watched all of this in silence, witnessing Obito's disheveled and furious state.
It didn't ask any more questions or offer any comfort. It simply responded silently, and its body slowly sank into the rock wall, disappearing quickly like a drop of ink falling into water.
The underground space fell silent once more, save for the heavy breathing of Obito and the sound of dripping blood, which echoed long in the darkness.
He slowly stood up, his fingers gripping the edge of the mask tightly, his knuckles turning white.
The three tomoe in his right eye slowly rotated, reflecting the flickering firelight, eerie and dangerous.
Now, he can't go anywhere.
After the Divine Might Space was torn apart, the remaining part became extremely unstable, and the spatial barrier was like glass that had been hit hard, covered with fine cracks.
Those cracks needed him to repair and nurture them little by little with his pupil power, just like healing an injury; it couldn't be rushed, nor could he let it go.
During this time, his ability to become ethereal was unusable. It was his trump card, the one he relied on to survive and repeatedly escape danger, but now it had become a worthless piece of paper.
He can only wait!
Once the Divine Might Space stabilizes again, and once the power of my eyes is restored to normal.
"I will find you—"
Obito's voice was soft, yet it was like a poisoned blade, cold and sharp.
This was the first time he had suffered such a great loss since awakening the Mangekyou Sharingan.
Someone ripped a piece out of his own alternate dimension, and he could only watch helplessly, without any ability to retaliate.
He's made a mental note of this, and he's not going to let it go easily.
The firelight danced on his swirling mask, casting flickering light on his exposed three-tomoe Sharingan.
His expression behind the mask was unclear, but it must have been very complex, considering he had the ability to reclaim Kakashi's left eye a long time ago.
But—he hadn't taken any action yet, and now it had fallen into the hands of others, which he absolutely could not tolerate.
On the other side, the ancient kingdom of Loulan.
Inside the underground dragon vein sealing chamber, the purple light continued to flow silently.
Izumi sat cross-legged on the seal crack, one hand covering his left eye, blood slowly seeping from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.
His breathing was heavier than usual, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
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Even he paid a considerable price to tear apart the Divine Might Space.
Even with the Dragon Vein Chakra enhancing his spatial abilities, and even with thorough preparations made beforehand, as the one who took the initiative, the backlash he suffered far exceeded that of Obito.
The feeling is like trying to cut through an incredibly tough piece of animal hide with a not-so-sharp knife. The knife will chip, your hands will get worn out, and the force you endure will eventually bounce back onto you.
His left eye was completely unable to open at that moment; his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Every time I try to open my eyes, a tearing pain comes from deep within my eye sockets.
If it weren't for the spatial power of the dragon vein absorbing most of the impact at the critical moment, this Mangekyou Sharingan would probably have shattered on the spot and could never be repaired.
Even so, some fine cracks have appeared on that Mangekyou Sharingan shaped like a Fuma Shuriken.
Like the crackle patterns on porcelain, they are fine and clear, standing out starkly against the scarlet background.
Fortunately, he possesses two types of Yang-attribute power: the Corpse Bone Vein and the restorative power of Hashirama cells, which are continuously providing the eye with the nutrients needed for repair.
【optimization】!
Izumi whispered to himself, his mental energy once again sweeping over his entire body, gradually smoothing out, repairing, and optimizing the hidden injuries caused by the backlash of spatial power.
The pain was lessening, the wounds were healing, and the Mangekyou Sharingan, riddled with cracks, was slowly recovering at a visible pace.
He let out a long breath, lowered his hand that was covering his left eye, his fingertips stained with blood, and casually wiped it on the hem of his clothes.
"It seems that we need to rest and recuperate for a while before we can take over the entire Loulan."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, but still steady. This time, tearing through the divine space was much more difficult than he had anticipated.
I thought that the power of the dragon vein would make things easier, but I didn't expect the backlash to be so fierce.
The Mangekyou Sharingan almost couldn't withstand it.
But at least it was a success!
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the walls of the sealing chamber, as if traversing mountains and rivers, to see that disheveled figure in some underground space in the ninja world.
"Obito must be having a hard time too."
Izumi's lips curled up slightly, and a rare smile flashed in his eyes.
I really want to see him looking disheveled.
Compared to the intense turmoil in the Divine Might Space and the ancient Loulan Kingdom, the undercurrents within the Kingdom of Rivers appeared silent and hidden.
In this mountainous and forested country, two groups of people are working simultaneously with the same goal: to find the current location of the Taketori Izumi River.
One group was an elite Root squad dispatched by Danzo. This squad consisted of experienced Root ninjas, each of whom was taciturn and moved with lightning speed.
They held the intelligence compiled by Danzo and the Third Hokage, the clues pieced together from the Tsunade kidnapping incident.
This information includes the chakra traces that Jiraiya tracked, as well as scattered information gathered from undercover agents in various locations.
After layers of screening and comparison, the scope of the search was gradually narrowed down from the entire territory of the River Country to a few key areas.
After several days of investigation and reconnaissance, they quickly focused their attention on the oxalis plant.
This mining village is located in the heart of the land of rivers, not too far from the sea, but in a rather remote location.
The villagers make a living by mining, and the ore is transported out through mountain roads in exchange for daily necessities.
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At first glance, it looks no different from other ordinary mountain villages in the land of rivers.
However, the anomaly here was quite obvious to the Root ninjas.
First, there's the speed of development. In recent years, the economic growth of the Oxalis Gold Mountain has far exceeded the normal level of the River Country.
The mine's output seemed inexhaustible, and the quality of the ore was exceptionally good, attracting many merchants to come and trade.
The village's infrastructure has been continuously improved, and it has even developed warehousing and transshipment capabilities that are disproportionate to its size.
This rate of expansion is not something an ordinary mountain village could sustain.
Secondly, there is the degree of secrecy regarding external relations. On the surface, Jinshan maintains normal trade relations with the outside world.
However, the Root ninja noticed that any outsider attempting to penetrate deep into the village's core area would be unknowingly targeted.
They were guided, or even driven away.
There seems to be an invisible security system in the village, not manned patrols, but some kind of more covert and efficient method.
"There's a problem here!"
The leader of the Root ninjas crouched on a distant ridge, observing the village in the valley through binoculars, his voice low and resolute.
His gaze swept over the scattered houses, the entrance to the mine tunnels, and the occasional villagers, trying to find a crack leading to his goal beneath this peaceful facade.
"Further infiltration is needed to confirm whether the other party is indeed hiding here."
The team members beside him nodded silently, their figures slowly retreating and disappearing into the shadows of the forest.
They did not act rashly; the opponent, who had managed to remain hidden despite Konoha's repeated investigations, was no ordinary person.
Any rash action could alert the enemy!
A mountain breeze rustled through the woods, and the golden hills of oxalis stood silently in the twilight. Wisps of smoke rose from the houses, creating a scene of peace and tranquility.
But those eyes lurking in the shadows know that beneath this tranquility, perhaps lies what they have been searching for.
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