Chapitre 43: Chp-43: Unleashing the Tyrant Mode
Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Satoru Hyuga took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind.
"Anko, you need to run and find Shibi-sensei."
"What about you?"
"I'll stay and hold them off."
"No, I can't just leave you here alone."
"Their speed far surpasses ours. If I don't stay to hold them off, none of us will escape. Besides..."
Satoru took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with intense determination.
"I'm not completely without a chance."
"But..." Anko hesitated.
"No time for this!"
Satoru yelled, and with a puff of smoke, the Longfang Sword was already in his hand.
At this distance, he didn't have time to use his bow and arrow for defence.
Just as he shouted, with a loud crash, a massive tree in front of them was cut down with tremendous force, dust swirling around.
"Maro, your nose is truly sharp. There is fresh blood here."
As the dust settled, two figures appeared. One carried a massive sword on his shoulder, with sharp teeth and crimson markings like blood on his face.
"Hahaha, I told you so, Jūzō, and you didn't believe me."
The other's laugh was sharp and grating, like nails on a chalkboard, making Satoru and Anko shiver.
Above his eyebrows were two crimson dots, with dark circles around his eyes and a cruel, sinister smile on his face.
Jūzō Biwa, wielder of the Executioner's Blade, and Kaguya Maro, a Jōnin of the Kaguya clan. Seeing them, Satoru gasped.
"Looks like they are Konoha ninjas." Jūzō raised his sword, his eyes narrowed, glaring at a tiny nick on the blade.
"My Executioner's Blade has a nick. I'll use your blood to repair it!"
With that, he leapt into the air, his heavy sword crashing down towards Anko.
Clang!
The immense force transferred through the Longfang Sword to Satoru's arm, making his body go numb and forcing him back a few steps.
"Anko, run!"
He turned and shouted at Anko.
"Satoru..."
Anko swallowed hard, her body paralyzed by fear, overwhelmed by terrible memories.
"Satoru, am I just a failure?"
"I really hate myself. Even though I'm right there, I can only watch helplessly..."
"I only drag you all down. I'm just a failure..."
"Anko!"
Satoru's shout jolted her back to reality, shaking off the painful memories.
In front of her, Satoru was holding back the Executioner's Blade with the Longfang Sword, his slender frame buckling under Jūzō's brute force.
"Satoru, wait for me. I won't leave you behind."
"I'll find Shibi-sensei. I will come back. Wait for me."
A single tear fell from her eye, and with newfound determination, Anko ran into the forest.
"Trying to escape!"
Jūzō's eyes flashed with malice as he swung his blade towards Anko.
Clang!
The Longfang Sword blocked the Executioner's Blade, thwarting Jūzō's plan.
In that brief moment of stalemate, Anko's figure disappeared into the forest.
"Brat!" Jūzō's face twisted in anger.
"Hey! Jūzō, can you handle this? Letting one prey escape."
Kaguya Maro's displeased voice echoed, deepening the fury on Jūzō's face.
"Shut up! This brat is mine. You go after the runaway."
Jūzō's eyes, locked on Satoru, were filled with anger and a hint of curiosity. He noticed that Satoru had managed to block his attack despite being far weaker because of a strong, attractive force on the Executioner's Blade, which threatened to pull it out of his hand.
To avoid this, he had to focus a significant part of his attention on suppressing the blade's movement, allowing Satoru to block him repeatedly.
"Brat, no matter what secrets you hold, you will become a corpse under my blade!"
Jūzō's rage peaked, and blue chakra surged around the Executioner's Blade.
"Not good!"
Feeling the surge of power, Satoru gritted his teeth.
Sizzle...
Under Jūzō's overwhelming force, sparks flew, and the Longfang Sword began to slice into the Executioner's Blade, embedding itself deeper and deeper until the entire blade was lodged in.
Jūzō twisted his blade.
Clang!
With a crisp metallic sound, the Longfang Sword shattered into pieces!
The now unrestrained Executioner's Blade smashed into Satoru, sending him flying like a ragdoll.
Blood dripped steadily from Satoru's wounds as Jūzō's eyes widened, staring incredulously at his abdomen.
Sharp metal fragments were embedded in his muscles, blood flowing freely.
"Now I understand that strange force."
He looked up, a sinister grin spreading across his face, eyes fixed on Satoru struggling to stand.
"Magnet Release. So you're a dual Kekkei Genkai!"
If there had been any doubt before, the way the metal fragments had concentrated and attacked him made it clear.
Mist Village was known for its many Kekkei Genkai, so he quickly realized it was Magnet Release.
Seeing Satoru's young face, his killing intent surged.
This boy must not live!
A Magnet Release user who could control swords and was so young. If he were to fully mature, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen could be wiped out.
"Maro, don't chase the girl. I've found a more interesting prey."
Jūzō removed the last fragment from his abdomen, wiping his hand across the Executioner's Blade, which absorbed the blood and healed itself.
Pointing his blade at Satoru, Jūzō's eyes gleamed with killing intent.
"You are the first to repair my blade with your blood!"
Watching this, Satoru couldn't help but smirk. The ninja world truly defied logic. How could a sword be repaired with just a bit of blood?
Was the blood made of iron?
Despite the situation, he felt no fear, only a burning battle spirit.
"Let's see what this technique can really do!"
Closing his eyes, Satoru's chakra surged, flooding his body's chakra points. His aura grew stronger, and a layer of energy surrounded him.
When he reopened his eyes, blue lightning enveloped his body.
Tyrant Mode!
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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