Kapitel 88: Chapter 88: Puppets? No, That's a Treasure Trove of Points
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Since Mito had already made her move, Kyosuke naturally couldn't just watch her get bullied.
"By the way, I've never fought against a human puppet before."
He unsheathed his Kusanagi sword, with lightning crackling along its blade, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the enemy, cleaving through the green chakra ball that had been shot at him.
"Still the same, only able to shoot those little chakra projectiles, huh?"
Whether it was the puppet master or their small creations, in battle, aside from taijutsu, all they could do was shoot those chakra energy balls.
It seemed the teachings of the Fūma clan still hadn't made much progress.
Turning his body into several afterimages, he used the Body Flicker Technique to confuse the enemy's tracking.
Seizing the opportunity, Kyosuke swiftly closed the distance and aimed a sword thrust at the Moon's clan member, the Jutsu user.
"Don't even think about it!" The enemy sneered and, with a thought, ordered one of the nearby puppets to leap forward and block the attack with its body.
The sharp blade pierced through its heart, but the attack that should have been fatal didn't stop the puppet's movement.
At that moment, Kyosuke finally understood the difficulty of dealing with these things.
"No wonder they dared to make such bold statements. It seems that Otsutsuki Hamura still left some hidden resources behind."
With no vital weak points, and no need for manual control, the puppets could be operated with just the user's thoughts.
Compared to the puppet units of Sunagakure in later times, the craftsmanship here was far superior.
"Sigh..." Kyosuke sighed quietly. He knew deep down that this chaos wouldn't be so easily resolved.
Seeing the enemy firmly clutching the sword, preventing him from pulling it back, Kyosuke had no choice but to temporarily abandon his weapon.
Just as he stepped back, several basketball-sized chakra balls swarmed and engulfed the puppet that had been struck by the sword.
"Aside from being durable, they can also be used for baiting tactics."
Thoughts constantly raced in his mind as his hands moved swiftly. Before the next wave of chakra balls could come, he had already completed the necessary hand signs.
Using the Flying Thunder God Technique, he teleported back to the Kusanagi sword's location, avoiding the dense light ball attacks.
He then unleashed a burst of flame that engulfed two puppets in the distance.
Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!
The intense heat immediately shattered the puppets' bodies. With such heavy damage, they could no longer continue to function.
"Whew~ Didn't expect this to be a bit tricky."
Just as he was about to continue his actions, a sudden system prompt nearly caused him to lose control of his expression.
[System Notification: Killed a Moon clan Human Puppet, gained 230 points.]
[System Notification: Killed a Moon clan Human Puppet, gained 180 points.]
"These things can reward me with points?"
Kyosuke widened his eyes, and his entire mental state shifted.
[Points: 67,510]
Glancing at his current points, he silently started to calculate something in his mind.
"Done!" It seemed that he had made a firm decision.
Kyosuke suddenly exploded with all his strength and quickly dealt with the last puppet.
He captured the enemy's puppet master, used his Sharingan to probe his recent memories, and then snapped the man's neck, tossing his body into a nearby pond.
"I remember Black Zetsu talking about how many puppets the Moon's clan had."
"Seems like it's three thousand."
Numbly, he returned to the cart, packing up his things, feeling that the past year had been wasted.
If he had discovered the situation in the Land of Rain sooner, his points might have already reached the level required to exchange for the Mangekyō Sharingan.
"What a miscalculation—truly a grave miscalculation."
Of course, Kyosuke likely wouldn't realize it now, but had he come a year earlier, there might not have been enough human puppets for him to exploit so freely.
Speaking of which, perhaps he should thank Black Zetsu and the Fūma clan for their help.
As he sharpened his blade, preparing to make a big move in the Land of Rain, Mito, unaware, thought she had caused some trouble.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry! Don't be so stern," the bun-haired girl relented, a rare display of submission.
"Huh?" Kyosuke blinked, finally snapping his attention back to reality.
It seemed like she had misunderstood something. With a slight turn of his eyes, Kyosuke suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Now that you know, let me ask you, does the Uzumaki clan have particularly strong sensory abilities?"
"Of course." Upon hearing this, Mito's tail almost seemed to stand up in excitement.
"Let me tell you, aside from the Hyūga clan, no one can compare to us Uzumaki when it comes to sensory skills."
"Even the Senju?"
"Uh, their chances of having sensory ninjas are lower than ours."
She admitted reluctantly, before striking a triumphant pose, hands on her hips, proudly continued, "If you're asking for my help, no problem, with me around, you won't be trapped by the enemy."
"It seems your sensory abilities are really impressive."
With a small compliment, Kyosuke's expression became serious as he said, "But it seems you misunderstood. I'm not asking you to help me hide."
"I plan to go on the offensive, to destroy the foundation of their strength directly at the source."
"Huh?" Mito was stunned, her mouth slightly agape.
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In the Depths of the Land of Rain, Moon Clan's Temporary Base.
"Ugh!"
Ōtsutsuki Sugito clutched his throbbing eyes, his expression twisted with pain.
To avenge his child and wage war on the ninja world, he had even sought help from the rebel forces.
The sheer strength required to challenge the Ōtsutsuki clan's centuries-long rule was proof of their power.
If it weren't for the incomplete Tenseigan, Otsutsuki Sugito would have long lost his position as a leader.
During the battle on the moon, the Hyūga clan had left behind several corpses. Sugito had planned to seize their Byakugan, but a mysterious force incinerated the remnants entirely, robbing him of the spoils.
Outsiders might not understand, but Otsutsuki Sugito himself knew that his eyes could no longer last long.
Without replenishing its dwindling ocular power, the Tenseigan would never evolve. Now, even his vision was beginning to blur.
"I have to find a solution." he muttered.
Otsutsuki Sugito's plan was simple: capture the pure Hyūga bloodline, obtain an untainted Byakugan, and resurrect his Tenseigan.
Once he mastered this power, no one in the ninja world would be able to stand against him.
"Hahahaha, I am the true savior." he declared, his laughter descending into madness.
"Only by destroying the ninja world created by the Six Paths Sage will humanity be given a chance to be reborn."
The pain of losing his child had already driven the man, who once didn't want to start a war, into madness.
Knock knock knock!
Urgent knocking interrupted Sugito's thoughts, pulling him back to reality.
Suppressing the discomfort in his eyes, he shouted, "Go away! Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?"
"But, Clan Leader, we—"
"Leave!!"
Hearing his furious roar, the messenger fled in terror. Compared to their life, the news they had seemed much less pressing.
"For now, let's avoid disturbing the Clan Leader further," murmured one of the guards, glancing uneasily at the door.
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Elsewhere, In a Corner of the Land of Rain.
"Kyosuke, seven o'clock direction."
"Got it."
Following Mito's guidance, Kyosuke continued to search for the human puppet forces' tracks.
Whenever he encountered large units, he avoided them; smaller squads, however, were swiftly eliminated.
For a moment, it felt as though he had returned to the days when he earned the title of Ashura.
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