Kapitel 101: Chapter 101
Under Muwa's ruthless gaze, a fierce palm wind, laden with chaotic chakra, surged forward.
It forcefully struck Tetsuya Fujiwara's chest.
The sudden attack sent Tetsuya's body hurtling uncontrollably backward. The impact carried him into a large tree, finally bringing his momentum to an abrupt stop.
"Cough..." He clutched his chest, the pain making his breath shallow.
'Was I careless?' Tetsuya thought, his mind racing. 'The secret taijutsu of Grass Ninja Village... I didn't expect it to pack such a punch.'
Unlike the taijutsu of the Five Great Nations, the Grass Ninja Village ninjas developed their techniques from a mix of different influences. Their unique Grass-Hidden Style Taijutsu, though unorthodox, was suited for their environment. One of their most feared techniques was the Exploding Palm.
'I underestimated it... no, I underestimated him.'
The Exploding Palm wasn't just an attack. It disrupted the chakra flow within the target, leaving them unable to mobilize chakra for a critical period.
"Well, brat!" Muwa sneered, stepping closer. His voice dripped with venomous confidence. "How does it feel? The great Lord Muwa just mastered the Exploding Palm! You're unlucky to be my first test subject."
He circled Tetsuya like a predator sizing up wounded prey. "Does your chest feel tight? Is your whole body in pain? Let me enlighten you. Once struck by this technique, no ninja can use their chakra. So just accept your fate, brat!"
Muwa's blade dragged along the ground, sending sparks flying. His hideous grin widened as he closed in for the kill.
But Tetsuya, though pale and trembling, refused to kneel.
"I admit it," Tetsuya said hoarsely, lifting his gaze to meet Muwa's. "I was careless. If I had kept my distance... maybe I wouldn't be in this position. But—"
His grip tightened around the hilt of Mist Marrow, his trusted blade. "I, Tetsuya Fujiwara, am destined to stand at the pinnacle of the ninja world! My life won't end here, and if you think you can kill me—"
He forced himself to his feet, every movement a struggle against the pain.
"—you're not qualified."
Memories of his family in Konoha, his companions, and his dreams for the future burned brightly in his mind. Those thoughts gave him strength.
True strength wasn't about avoiding hardship; it was about forging ahead, no matter the odds.
"Konoha Style Swordsmanship: Falling Slash!"
With a roar, Tetsuya lunged at Muma. Though his chakra remained sealed, his technique and speed were unmatched. Must Marrow gleamed as it cut through the air.
The once-serene sky above the mountain forest darkened. Clouds gathered ominously, and distant thunder rumbled like a prelude to a storm.
———
Meanwhile, over by the convoy, Aburame Muto fought desperately. His chakra reserves were nearly depleted after defeating one Grass Ninja. Now, he and Koharu Tatsu barely held their ground against three Grass Ninja Chunin.
If no reinforcements arrived soon, their defeat was inevitable.
———
Back at Tetsuya's battlefield, the fight raged on.
Tetsuya swung his blade with precision, exchanging injury for injury. Though he couldn't use chakra-based secret techniques, his resolve and skill were enough to match Muwa's ferocity.
Muwa's confidence began to falter. The grass ninja's frustration grew as his attacks failed to land decisive blows.
"Konoha Style Swordsmanship: Divine Strike!"
Tetsuya ducked under a wild slash from Muwa's blade and retaliated with a sharp cut to his opponent's abdomen. Blood sprayed out in a torrent, staining the forest floor.
Muwa staggered, clutching his wound. His disbelief was palpable. "How... how is this possible? I... I am Lord Muwa! How could I lose to a brat like you?!"
Both fighters were completely drained, their movements sluggish. What kept them standing now was sheer willpower.
Tetsuya's strike hadn't just wounded Muwa physically; it shattered his unshakable belief in his own invincibility.
The Grass Ninja fell to his knees, his confidence crumbling.
"Cough..."
Tetsuya stood over him, blood dripping from his own wounds, his expression grim. "You're strong, Muwa, I'll give you that. But your vision is too narrow. This ninja world... it's far bigger than you realize, filled with countless unknowns. What you see as extraordinary might just be ordinary to someone else."
Muwa glared up at him, his breaths shallow and uneven.
"Before I send you to the Pure Land," Tetsuya continued, raising Mist Marrow, "let me tell you something. The so-called strong are meant to be surpassed. Farewell."
Yet, Tetsuya hesitated.
Muwa wasn't just any ninja. He was a Jonin of Grass Ninja Village and the mastermind behind the ambush of the Sokaze City caravan. Killing him would end the threat immediately, but keeping him alive could yield valuable information about the village's plans.
But there wasn't time to deliberate.
Over by the convoy, Muto and Tatsu were barely holding on. If Muwa recovered, even partially, Squad Thirteen would have no chance.
Tetsuya made his decision.
He swung Mist Marrow with all his remaining strength, cutting Muwa down.
The battle was over. But the mission wasn't.
Tetsuya turned and staggered toward the convoy, his steps heavy but determined. He didn't look back at Muwa's lifeless body. The rain that began to fall washed away the bloodstains, as though the forest sought to erase the memory of the fight.
The storm overhead roared louder, a reminder of the chaos yet to come.
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