Chapter 39: The Consequences of Youthful Impetuosity

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Such arrogant and disrespectful words drifted into the central command tent where the Third Kazekage was stationed, carried by the wind. Chiyo immediately bristled with anger, and the Third Kazekage's expression darkened as well.

The two exchanged a glance, then stepped out of the tent one after the other to assess the situation outside.

A large group of Suna shinobi had gathered in the open space within the camp, surrounding a single individual. Unsure of the stranger's abilities, they dared not make any reckless moves and instead formed a loose circle around him from a distance.

The Third Kazekage, accompanied by Chiyo, approached. The crowd of Sand shinobi automatically parted to create a path for them.

Upon closer inspection, the Third Kazekage observed the man’s appearance. He wore a black robe, his jet-black hair framed a stern and striking face, and his obsidian eyes seemed to contain the vastness of the starry sky. His presence exuded an undeniable aura of power.

Recognizing the man’s imposing demeanor, the experienced Third Kazekage immediately set aside any initial underestimation.

One of the nearby Sand shinobi hurriedly reported:

"Lord Kazekage, this man suddenly descended from the sky and appeared here without warning! We didn’t dare act rashly!"

The Third Kazekage nodded silently, his expression remaining impassive, but inwardly he grew even more cautious.

The Third Kazekage was a prudent leader, but Chiyo, standing beside him, was the epitome of youthful impulsiveness. Coupled with her already sour mood, she furrowed her brows and directly confronted Uchiha Madara:

"Who are you?! How dare you trespass into our Sand forces' encampment and speak so disrespectfully to Lord Kazekage!"

The Third Kazekage stood silently amidst the gathered Sand shinobi, making no move to stop Chiyo. He also wished to use this opportunity to gauge the audacious stranger before them.

Amidst the increasingly tense atmosphere, Uchiha Madara stood calmly at the center, a sly smile playing on his lips as he addressed the Third Kazekage:

"Are you the Third Kazekage?"

The Third Kazekage nodded.

"Yes, that would be me. I’m curious—what business brings you to our Sand encampment?"

"I have a question for you," Madara said in a commanding tone, "and I expect you to answer truthfully."

Madara’s condescending tone stirred anger among the Sand shinobi, particularly enraging Chiyo.

"How dare you show such disrespect to Lord Kazekage! You deserve death a thousand times over!"

Before the Sand shinobi could fully react, Chiyo charged toward Uchiha Madara. With a flick of her wrist, a kunai appeared in her hand, aimed directly at Madara’s heart!

To wield a kunai in front of an Uchiha—a clan renowned as the masters of kunai combat—was sheer audacity.

Madara remained still, his expression calm. As the kunai approached, he casually extended his hand. Using his index and middle fingers, he traced along the blade’s edge, redirecting its trajectory while simultaneously gripping Chiyo’s wrist with three fingers. A quick twist of her arm immobilized her completely.

Chiyo’s eyes widened in shock, but in an instant, her body crumbled into a pile of sand that sank into the ground. All Madara held in his hand was a handful of sand.

As expected, it had been a Sand Clone. Unfazed, Madara tossed the sand aside.

Seeing the confrontation escalate, the Sand shinobi swiftly retreated, forming a wide battle perimeter. Clearly, they were well-trained.

Madara surveyed the crowd, his gaze eventually settling behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, Chiyo had reappeared behind him, her fingers deftly manipulating chakra threads connected to dozens of ordinary puppets.

"Puppet Technique: Manipulated Blade Assault!"

From the ranks of the puppets, countless kunai shot forth, raining down on Madara like a storm. It was akin to a large-scale assault by an army of shinobi!

However, Madara remained unfazed, lowering his head slightly.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Chiyo had secretly bound him tightly with her chakra threads during the chaos.

Looking up at her, Madara smirked.

Zzzzzt!

A piercing sound akin to thousands of birds screeching filled the air. Suddenly, blue lightning crackled around Madara’s body!

Anyone familiar with this technique would have been astonished—it was unmistakably Sasuke’s signature jutsu from the original story: Chidori Stream!

Indeed, it was Chidori Stream!

As previously mentioned, after awakening the Rinnegan, Madara gained mastery over all five elemental natures. Replicating the Chidori series of techniques, which he had favored in his past life, was a simple matter thanks to his control over lightning nature.

While Chiyo stared in shock, the electrifying Chidori Stream tore through the chakra threads binding Madara. The torrent of kunai raining down on him was effortlessly deflected by the crackling barrier of electricity, clattering to the ground around him in a metallic symphony.

The Third Kazekage, observing from the sidelines, widened his eyes in astonishment. Such a level of Lightning Release was beyond anything he had ever seen. Perhaps only the unseen Third Raikage could match it!

Finally, Madara made his move. Raising his hand, the rampant bolts of lightning surrounding him converged into his palm. No matter how violently the compressed electricity shrieked, it was unable to escape the cage-like grip of Madara’s hand.

"Chidori!"

The lightning screamed like a thousand birds, its violent flashes illuminating the battlefield. A surge of crackling blue electricity erupted from Madara’s hand!

The Third Kazekage took a step forward, shouting a command:

"Chiyo! Retreat immediately!"

Hearing this, Chiyo hastily retreated, her face pale with fear. The screaming Chidori surged forward, tearing through her dozens of puppets with overwhelming force, narrowly missing her as she fled.

A streak of blue lightning grazed Chiyo’s arm, instantly paralyzing her left limb.

Just as she turned to flee, Chiyo suddenly skidded to a halt. To her horror, Madara had used his instantaneous movement technique to appear directly in her path, locking eyes with her.

A chill ran down Chiyo’s spine as she realized this man was far beyond her ability to contend with. In desperation, she hastily unsealed a scroll. A burst of white smoke exploded, revealing ten imposing gray-robed puppets that stood before her, blocking Madara’s advance.

These were the masterpieces of the founder of puppetry, Monzaemon Chikamatsu—the Ten Puppet Brigade of Near-Silent Death! They represented Chiyo’s ultimate trump card.

However, Madara regarded these puppets with disdain, seeing them as nothing more than flashy yet ineffective tools. He had no intention of allowing such trivial distractions to persist.

With a cold, stern expression, he formed hand seals.

"Lightning Release: Extreme Chidori!"

Chapter end