20demayo Chapter 47 Whispers of the Bones
Chapter 47 Whispers of the Bones
Chapter 47 Whispers of the Bones
A little earlier in time, beyond the smoke and dust of Jubei's frenzied battle, another deadly clash was unfolding.
His perfectly intact right hand gripped the pale, bluish-gray bone blade tightly, his movements wide and sweeping.
The left arm, wrapped in layers of bandages soaked in filth and blood, was like a hidden poison, sometimes bursting open without warning, shooting out several short, sharp, and silent bone spikes that cleverly blocked the path the itachi tried to dodge.
Relying on the dynamic vision granted by the Sharingan and the chakra transmitted from his shoulder, he managed to maintain his fragile balance despite the rapid depletion of his physical strength and chakra.
The young Uchiha clan leader kept a close eye on his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.
The water erosion has caused them to disappear, leaving Shizune and Aoko in a predicament.
How long can the one in the backyard sustain such a huge chakra consumption while supporting three people at the same time? Will the disappearance of the enemy cause the current precarious situation to collapse?
Since Senior Shuuji hasn't arrived yet, I'm the only one who can achieve results.
We can no longer afford to play it safe.
Itachi made up his mind.
He narrowly avoided three bone spikes that were shot at him, and seized an opportunity when the enemy attacked from the front. His Sharingan met that lifeless eye.
Genjutsu: Sharingan!
His sword-wielding motion suddenly froze.
Darkness... endless darkness... a cold, metallic restraint platform—a blinding white light...
"Hmm—the degree of bone mutation is exceeding expectations. Activity is acceptable—...try this."
The venomous snake hissed in my ear.
Crack! A sharp pain! The arm was forcibly twisted—the pale bones of the hand were pulled out one by one—ripped away.
Ah!
"!!!" The tragic aura deep within his soul seemed to tear everything apart!
"Nya-yi-yi!!!"
In reality, the eroded body suddenly arched its back and let out a shrill, distorted, inhuman scream!
The terrifying memories buried deep within his mind erupted with a bang, precisely pried open by the Sharingan's genjutsu! The intense mental shock caused his right hand, which was holding the knife, to tremble violently, his offensive instantly crumbled, and he froze on the spot!
Itachi moved without the slightest hesitation, rushing straight towards the wide-open center gate of the Corpse Erosion!
The kunai in his hand was aimed straight at the opponent's throat, which was completely exposed due to the opponent's painful roar!
However, just as the tip of the kunai was about to touch the skin, the kuroshi's bloodshot, turbid eyes, almost bulging out of their sockets, suddenly locked onto the weasel who was right next to it!
The extreme threat of death unexpectedly overwhelmed the mental storm brought about by the illusion at the last moment, unleashing the most primal, suicidal ferocity in his bones!
He completely abandoned defense and evasion, and with his right hand holding the knife, he swung it upwards in an almost frenzied manner, aiming at Itachi's unsuspecting waist and abdomen!
puff!
At the last second, Itachi twisted his body and narrowly avoided a fatal blow to his waist and abdomen! But the edge of the bone blade, which was gleaming with an eerie light, still carried a chilling aura as it grazed his combat uniform at the side of his waist.
"Meow—Let's go to hell together!!" Hot blood gushed from the mouth of the skeletal body, its hand tightly clutching its throat, which was pierced by a kunai and bleeding profusely. With endless resentment and relief, it collapsed to the ground.
Itachi glanced down at his side.
The combat suit at Aoki Ninja Tool Shop had a tear about an inch long, and a clear scratch was left on the edge of the embedded metal plate.
The gift is damaged.
A slight coolness came over my skin, and there seemed to be only a faint mark.
Minor injuries that won't cause any harm.
At that very moment, a suppressed cry of pain suddenly came from the direction of the main battlefield, followed by a dull thud as a heavy object fell to the ground!
Uchiha Itachi looked in the direction of the sound and, through the billowing dust, just in time to see Shizune-senpai's right arm stained with blood as she stumbled and fell to the ground! He instinctively stepped forward to help, but an indescribable, bone-chilling cold suddenly erupted from the tiny abrasion on his waist!
Like countless tiny, barbed icicles, they frantically drill and spread upwards along the blood vessels and meridians!
The chill, like a living thing, with its intense corrosive and destructive power, rampaged through his body! It not only frantically gnawed at his meridians, but also, like maggots in his bones, violently assaulted his central nervous system! His vision instantly blurred and distorted, as if veiled by a blood-red gauze. An irresistible heaviness and numbness washed over his body, as if his blood were congealing!
He tried to steady himself, but his legs felt like they were filled with heavy lead, or as if he were standing in a bottomless swamp.
A sudden wave of dizziness washed over him, and he knelt heavily on one knee, his right kunai plunged deep into the cracked stone slab in front of him, barely managing to support his swaying body.
Every breath brought a cold, stinging pain; the air I inhaled seemed to turn into tiny ice shards.
The Sharingan still maintained its crimson glow, but the focus in the pupils became blurred and strained due to the dramatic changes in his body.
He gritted his teeth, used his last bit of willpower to lift his head, and looked through the billowing smoke and blood mist toward the eye of the storm—at the same time, in the backyard of Wasabi's house, in the deep corridor leading to the inner courtyard.
The air seemed to freeze, thick with tension and a rusty, bloody stench that even the sea breeze couldn't dispel. Water Erosion, like a ghost crawling out of the depths of a swamp, tilted its massive brown gourd slightly, its mouth facing the entrance to the corridor and the faintly visible, panicked figures further in.
Thick, jet-black liquid, exuding a strong, putrid stench, was gushing from the gourd's mouth, like a living thing.
The black water gathered and churned before him, forming an ever-expanding, ominous, and foul wave. Wherever the black water passed, the wooden surfaces of the pillars quickly turned black and decayed, emitting a faint but unsettling hissing sound and rising wisps of pungent white smoke. This slow but unstoppable advance carried a sense of stagnation, as if announcing death.
Just as this wave of filth was about to overflow the corridor threshold and engulf everything in its path, "Whoosh!!!"
A sharp, piercing whistle tore through the silence!
An arrow with a white talisman tied to its tail shot down from the top of the towering watchtower on the side like a burning meteor! The arrow accurately embedded itself half a step in front of Shui Shi, at the edge of the churning black water!
boom!!!
A deafening explosion rang out! Instant flames engulfed the area several feet around the point of impact!
A violent shockwave, carrying pebbles, wood chips, and burning fragments of talisman paper, suddenly spread outwards.
The filthy black water was violently blasted apart by this sudden and fierce impact. A large number of tiny black droplets sizzled in the high temperature and instantly carbonized and evaporated.
A strong, nauseating stench of burning and decay filled the air.
The shockwave from the explosion caused the suspended, water-eroded figure to sway slightly, and its cloak to flutter violently.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Without any pause! On the watchtower, the sound of bowstrings vibrating was like a sudden storm, and three more arrows with explosive tags tied to their tails shot in a triangular formation toward the water erosion and the black water that had re-gathered in front of him!
Wasabi Jiro stood behind the watchtower, with several Wasabi family guards who had volunteered to stay behind. Their faces were also pale, but their eyes burned with the same determination as the family head.
Their movements were swift and steady. One man drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the arrowhead pointing steadily at the repulsive monster below; the other man deftly fastened a series of explosive tags covered with sealing runes to the specially made clips at the end of the arrow shaft.
"Hold on! Aim at his feet! Interrupt his technique!" Jirocho's voice was deep and clear.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three explosions, almost simultaneously, violently erupted around the water erosion site! Flames shot into the sky, and shockwaves churned! The black water, which had just re-gathered, was once again torn apart and evaporated by the violent force! The scorching air currents whipped up dust from the ground, forming a murky curtain of smoke.
"Keep going! Don't stop! Suppress him!" Jirocho roared, taking an arrow with an explosive tag attached from the guard beside him and drawing his well-maintained bow.
The bowstring was taut, emitting a teeth-grinding groan. He took a deep breath, his gaze piercing through the smoke and dust, fixed on the churning darkness below.
One arrow after another, burning with the flames of death, fell like indomitable meteors from the top of the watchtower!
The explosions were continuous, with bursts of light and deafening roars, which firmly suppressed the water erosion and the foul black water he summoned in the limited space outside the corridor entrance!
Each explosion caused the writhing black water to churn violently and diminish.
Water erosion attempted to control the black water to spread forward, but the continuous shockwaves from the explosions and the scorching flames formed an invisible barrier, greatly interfering with and weakening the black water's condensation and propulsion speed.
The tiny swarm of insects, occasionally flashing in the flames of the explosion and restless like black dust, seemed to fall into brief chaos in the face of such a dense physical impact and energy burst.
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