Chapter 82: Your Eye Techniques Are Nothing Before These Eyes!

Chapter 82: Your Eye Techniques Are Nothing Before These Eyes!

"Shinra Tensei."

Another surge of Repulsive Force erupted, scattering the Five Chakra Natures converging from all directions.

Izayoi suddenly withdrew his gaze from observing the skirmishes between other squads and the Hei Chu Clan, his eyes flicking toward a shadowy area to his left as if sensing something.

A figure clad in black robes and wearing a mask that concealed the upper half of their face burst from the shadows, streaking toward Izayoi at blinding speed.

"Earth Release: Underworld Swamp!"

As if following a silent command, Root members abruptly ceased their barrage. One of them molded chakra again, transforming the ground beneath Izayoi into a quagmire.

Two hands of sludge erupted from the mire, clawing at Izayoi's feet to drag him into the depths.

This tactic had been used multiple times already.

As expected, Izayoi lifted off the ground once more, evading the grasping mud hands before floating into the air and spreading his arms. "Shinra Tensei."

The invisible Repulsive Force instantly shattered the mud appendages and sent Aburame Torune flying. When the blast struck Torune, his body dissolved into countless black insects—Secret Technique: Bug Clone.

The storm had barely expanded several meters when Yamanaka Fū suddenly erupted from the churning swamp, charging toward Izayoi with explosive tags blazing across his body like wildfire.

"Found the flaw in Shinra Tensei, have you? It's only natural. After so many exchanges with this many elites, you'd be incompetent if you hadn't."

Watching Yamanaka Fū's suicidal charge, Izayoi murmured with a faint smile. "Very well. Let's see what trick you've prepared."

He unleashed another invisible blast—but this one paled in comparison to his previous Repulsive Force.

No technique was perfect. Even Kekkei Tota and Divine Releases had limitations.

Izayoi's Repulsive Force and Gravity Release had only one advantage over Pain's Deva Path techniques: shorter cooldown time. Nagato required Yin-Yang Release: Black Rod to channel chakra to Deva Path for Shinra Tensei. Even its weakest form needed five seconds to convert chakra into force, leaving a five-second cooldown afterward. Izayoi's personal cooldown was just two seconds—though he still needed to channel chakra consciously during that time.

Without preparation, his Repulsive Force became little more than a powerful wind with reflective properties. Still, this was a rule-based force—something few could withstand without sufficient strength.

Yamanaka Fū clearly lacked that.

The Repulsive Force struck like an invisible chariot, slamming the airborne Yamanaka Fū into the ground.

Boom—

Before hitting the earth, Yamanaka Fū detonated like a human bomb, erupting in a fiery explosion.

As Izayoi landed gracefully, he instantly released another Shinra Tensei, dispersing the forming mushroom cloud.

Glancing at the crater where Yamanaka Fū had stood, he found no bloodied remains—only a Human Puppet crafted from wood and metal.

The Yamanaka Fū from moments ago had been a mere puppet.

Unfazed, Izayoi turned his gaze to Danzō Shimura, who had appeared like a shadow the moment the wind dissipated, fingers aimed at his left eye. Mimicking Pain's detached demeanor, Izayoi intoned, "Finally decided to show yourself, Danzō Shimura? Today is your end."

His words froze Danzō's fingers mere centimeters from Izayoi's eye. Staring at the black-studded face before him, Danzō's expression shifted. "No... the child with the Rinnegan back then wasn't you! I see. That red-haired brat died, and you took your comrade's eyes..."

"Hanzō revealed everything. He's already left this world. Amegakure now belongs to Akatsuki." Izayoi delivered this final message with a flourish.

Then, with a mere glare, he unleashed the Repulsive Force, sending Danzō flying.

But Danzō's face twisted into a sinister grin as he vanished like a mirage.

Reappearing instantly before Izayoi, his fingers became a blur aimed at the same eye.

Izanagi!

Record the current state—when struck down, restart from that moment.

Those unfamiliar with Izanagi would be caught off guard. Even Uchiha Shisui, famed for his Body Flicker, had been ambushed by this trick.

Danzō had tasted success against Shisui and now repeated it.

From being thrown back to reappearing—less than a second passed.

Izayoi had just released Repulsive Force. No time for an instant counter!

Danzō's eyes burned with greed, staring at the swirling purple Rinnegan.

"The eyes of the Six Paths Sage... are mine!"

Yet Izayoi moved faster.

His Rinnegan had already detected the anomaly. With lightning speed, he seized Danzō's wrist, meeting the elder's shocked gaze. "Discovering Shinra Tensei's flaws and devising countermeasures? Impressive. But your strength remains your fatal weakness. The gap between us is insurmountable."

"Goodbye, Danzō Shimura."

"Kotoamatsukami!"

Facing Izayoi's impending ultimate technique, Danzō—unfazed by death under Izanagi—activated his trump card. His right eye's Tomoe Sharingan spun wildly as the tomoe connected into a black shuriken pattern.

With a glare, he unleashed the Mokuton-enhanced Dojutsu power cultivated over years, piercing Izayoi's mind.

In an instant, their consciousnesses entered a blood-red realm similar to Tsukuyomi.

Above floated an eye the size of the Moon, its pupil shaped like a black shuriken.

A colossal eye loomed overhead, its living gaze swiveling with sentient determination, a manifestation of willpower poised to unleash destruction upon its target.

The target soon appeared—but it wasn’t Pain (Deva Path), nor even Izayoi’s physical body. It was Danzō Shimura himself.

“What? How did I end up here? Has Kotoamatsukami failed? Impossible!”

Moments ago the omnipotent observer, Danzō now stood bewildered in the crimson space, his Mangekyō Sharingan’s genjutsu world meant to trap enemies and overwrite their will with Kotoamatsukami’s power, turning them into obedient puppets. Yet reality defied his expectations.

The confident Danzō lost his composure entirely. Scanning the void, he found no trace of Izayoi. Worse, his consciousness remained stranded, unable to return to the celestial Kotoamatsukami. As he reached to unseal the technique, panic surged—Why won’t it disengage? Isn’t this Kotoamatsukami’s illusionary realm? Could it be…

A deafening slash split the sky above. Two jagged fissures tore open in the blood-red heavens, spilling radiant blue-white light. The oppressive crimson void dissolved, replaced by an ethereal expanse of celestial hues. From the rift emerged a pair of colossal eyes, their irises swirling with white floral patterns like drifting snowflakes—manifestations of supreme Dōjutsu power.

If Kotoamatsukami’s eye was moon-sized, these eyes blazed like twin suns, dominating the heavens. A youth’s voice echoed through the realm, no longer mimicking Pain’s tone.

“Your eye technique… is insignificant before this!”

The Byakugan flared, unleashing solar brilliance that consumed the space. Kotoamatsukami’s eye disintegrated upon contact, vanishing without a sound.

“This isn’t Rinnegan! You’re not that Rinnegan brat—who are you?!” Danzō’s spectral form screamed as the light engulfed him. “I’ve never heard your voice! Who sent you?! If we have no quarrel, spare me and I’ll—no!!”

His plea died in a shriek. Danzō, like the shattered Kotoamatsukami, dissolved into oblivion. The entire realm collapsed into nothingness.

…

In the real world, only an instant had passed. To Root members, Danzō still gripped his foe’s wrist, his Mangekyō Sharingan’s shuriken pattern fixed in a final, futile glare. But soon, his eye reverted to a simple Tomoe pattern. The Yin Release chakra in his brain vanished, his Izanagi technique dispelled. The Sharingan on his arm sealed shut, their power extinguished.

Unrestrained, Hashirama Cells surged in his limb, writhing like trapped serpents. Before they could spread, Izayoi tore the arm clean off.

Danzō uttered no cry. Though alive, his vacant eyes stared ahead—half-dead, a vegetative husk.

“Ultimate genjutsu?” Izayoi mused. “It lives up to its name.”

None but Izayoi knew what transpired. Unlike Yamanaka Fū’s Yin Release chakra, repelled instantly by Otsutsuki resistance, Danzō’s Kotoamatsukami had pierced the defense—only to meet catastrophe.

His Dōjutsu power had challenged the Rinnegan’s second-stage evolution: the nascent All-Encompassing Nature. Izayoi’s Rinnegan, though incomplete, still dwarfed Mangekyō Sharingan. Danzō’s attempt to overwrite Izayoi’s will instead saw his own spirit annihilated within his own genjutsu realm. Not even Izanagi could rewrite this reality—a clash of hierarchies, a dimensional collapse.

“It’s over.”

After dispatching Danzō, Izayoi glanced toward the shadows, then at Root’s stunned survivors. At his signal, figures materialized—Black Ōi’s clones, wielding all five chakra natures, their power surpassing their former lives.

Abandoning defense, Izayoi activated Shinra Tensei, amplifying his puppets’ assault. Repulsive Force scattered enemy ninjutsu, Gravity Release locked onto targets, leaving his puppets free to slaughter. A smirk tugged his lips.

Observation revealed the truth: why puppets couldn’t boost drop rates, yet his could.

Shadow Clones, despite minimal chakra, remained his technique. Wireless Puppetry, too, was his. But Human Puppets held a unique trait—dependent on corpses and intact hearts. Only undamaged hearts allowed chakra to flow through the core, transforming it into bloodline abilities.

In gaming terms, this was a “party system” mechanic—a rare synergy.

(End of Chapter)

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