klisemfg Chapter 503 What kind of monster?
Chapter 503 What kind of monster?
Zhang Hai glanced at him, understanding dawning on his mind. This was the divine skill that would make the future "Yellow Flash" famous, and at this moment, it had found its true master.
Zhang Hai's search was more purposeful. He quickly scanned the pages, his gaze sweeping over the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique, which he was already familiar with but couldn't use for the time being.
He paused when his gaze fell on a technique called "Impure World Reincarnation".
A strange chill crept up his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as if a cold wind were blowing.
He carefully read the description of the technique, and the cruel method of blaspheming the dead and sacrificing the living filled him with disgust.
He memorized the hand seals and principles of this technique, but also drew a red line deep in his heart that he would never cross.
His finger continued to slide down until one name caught his full attention—Darkness Travel Technique.
A very faint, cloyingly sweet smell, similar to burnt sugar, suddenly drifted through the air.
The effect of this technique is simple yet powerful: it creates an absolute dark space that deprives the eyes of sight.
Zhang Hai's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.
dark…
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Isn't this the meaning behind his name, and a reflection of his long-standing inner state?
In a world where no one can see anything, he, who has long been accustomed to darkness, will undoubtedly become the sole ruler.
This technique was practically tailor-made for him.
He began to greedily imprint every detail of the technique into his mind, word by word.
Meanwhile, atop a tall tower not far from the forest, Hiruzen Sarutobi, through his crystal-clear sphere, silently observed everything unfolding in the woods.
He had a pipe dangling from his mouth, but it wasn't lit. A ninja wearing a cat-face mask silently appeared behind him, knelt on one knee, and presented a file with both hands.
A faint rustling sound, like silk rubbing together, filled the air around him, but the ANBU ninja stood as still as a statue.
Hiruzen Sarutobi didn't turn around; he simply took the file and began to peruse it by the moonlight.
The document details Uchiha Shokai's life: both his parents were ordinary Chunin who died in the Second Shinobi World War, leaving Shokai an orphan. He was withdrawn and performed poorly at the Ninja Academy until today…
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Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze lingered on the dossier for a moment, then he ran his thumb along the cool surface of his pipe for about half a second.
He spoke without turning his head, his voice sounding somewhat faint in the night wind.
"Check if any Uchiha clan members have visited his residence recently. The honor of a clan is closely related to the safety of the village, so we must ensure that everyone's shoes are clean." The voice behind the cat-face mask was completely flat: "Hokage-sama, according to the surveillance records, there are none so far." A stale taste rose in Hiruzen Sarutobi's mouth, as if he had drunk a sip of lukewarm water that had been left overnight.
His gaze deepened, returning to the two boys engrossed in forbidden arts within the crystal ball. The flickering light from his pipe cast his deeply lined face into endless shadow.
Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze, penetrating the crystal ball, was deeply imprinted on the two boys.
Behind him, he could hear a faint, monotonous sound, like metal plates being repeatedly struck, but the sound seemed to exist only in his perception.
“What an interesting brat,” he muttered to himself, his voice low. “Knowing how to conceal his claws and sharpness within the most inconspicuous sheath, he’s born to be a ninja.” His fingertips traced a cool path across the crystal ball. “It’s just a pity his surname is Uchiha.” This sigh contained too many complex and incomprehensible emotions: regret, vigilance, and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.
The ANBU ninja beneath the cat-face mask leaned forward slightly, his voice as cold as ice: "Lord Hokage, should we capture him immediately?" Hiruzen Sarutobi did not answer immediately. He picked up the unlit pipe and gently tapped it on the edge of the crystal ball, producing a soft "tap" sound.
He paused for half a second before slowly speaking, "No rush. A truly powerful ninja knows when to return what he has stolen, because even if a leaf turns into steel, it must fall back into the embrace of the tree. Let's see what he's trying to do first." The logic behind his words seemed inconsistent, but the cat-faced ninja didn't raise any questions, simply retreating silently into the shadows.
A faint, almost imperceptible chlorine smell, like that of swimming pool disinfectant, flashed through the air.
In the clearing in the woods, Minato Namikaze's azure eyes shone with an unprecedented light.
He stared intently at the incantation of the Flying Thunder God Technique, his hands moving uncontrollably to mimic the hand seals on the scroll.
He suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation on his scalp, as if a thick, stiff wool thread was stuck there.
He took a deep breath, pulled a specially made three-pronged kunai from his ninja tool bag, and threw it forward with all his might!
The kunai, with a whooshing sound, embedded itself in the trunk of a large tree in the distance.
The next second, Minato's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. With an almost invisible golden flash, he was standing steadily on the branch of the big tree, with the slightly trembling kunai at his feet.
He looked down at his hands, his face filled with unbelievable ecstasy.
On the other side, Zhang Hai also completed his attempt.
His hands formed hand seals in a strange yet fluid rhythm, and he muttered the name of the spell in a low voice: "Darkness Travel Technique." A strange salty taste rose in his mouth, as if it had been blown by the sea breeze.
In an instant, a pure and absolute darkness descended upon him without warning.
This is not simply a matter of light being blocked, but a conceptual "no light"—moonlight, starlight, and even the reflections of objects themselves—everything is completely swallowed up by this darkness.
The water gate, caught in the middle, instantly lost all sight and fell into a state of primal panic and confusion.
In this darkness, only Zhang Hai felt at ease, like a fish in water.
At the top of the tower, Hiruzen Sarutobi suddenly stood up from his seat, and the pipe in his mouth fell to the ground with a "clatter".
The composure that had graced his face vanished, replaced by undisguised shock.
He seemed to hear the crisp sound of a water droplet falling into a metal plate, echoing in the silent room.
One is the ability to successfully execute a space-time ninjutsu that demands extremely high chakra manipulation on the first encounter. ...
The other one instantly learned an almost forgotten, extremely difficult A-level illusion technique.
What kind of monsters are these two children? Are they the future of Konoha, or...?