Capítulo 29: Chapter 29: Unleashed Fury - Hakaikami
Asura stood in the center of the battlefield, blood dripping from his wounds, his body pierced by swords and kunai. His breathing was ragged, his vision blurry, but his resolve unbroken. Slowly, he raised his head, and with a voice that resonated with power, he uttered a single word:
"Hakaikami."
The moment the word left his lips, a shockwave of chakra erupted from him, tearing through the air and sending a ripple across the battlefield. Steam began to hiss from his body, as if his very blood was boiling, and the swords and kunai embedded in him were pushed out, clattering to the ground. His wounds began to heal, closing up almost instantly, leaving only the bloodstains on his skin as a reminder of the damage he had endured. His black, spiky hair grew longer, wild and untamed, cascading down his back.
An overwhelming killing intent poured out of him, suffocating the air around him. It was so intense, so palpable, that even the most seasoned Hyūga warriors felt their breath hitch. Asura's single Mangekyō Sharingan spun rapidly, glowing with a malevolent light, and a crazed grin spread across his face.
The Hyūga clan leader's instincts screamed at him to retreat. This was no longer a battle—they were facing a monster. But as he activated his Byakugan, he noticed something. Despite the overwhelming pressure, Asura's chakra was dwindling, weakening with each passing moment. This transformation, this power—it was his final stand.
Steeling himself, the Hyūga leader raised his hand and shouted, "Attack! Surround him and kill Asura Uchiha!"
The moment the order was given, Asura moved like a specter, vanishing from sight. He reappeared amidst a group of Hyūga, his blade slicing through the air, severing limbs and tearing through flesh. Before they could even scream, he disappeared again, only to emerge elsewhere, cutting down more. It was a massacre—within minutes, Asura had killed over a hundred Hyūga, his movements so swift and deadly that to those watching, he was like a phantom dancing through a sea of blood.
Then, after his rampage, he slowed, his eyes locking onto the Hyūga clan head. A sinister grin crept across Asura's face, and before the leader could react, Asura vanished. The next instant, he was standing right in front of the clan head. Around them, twenty Hyūga warriors collapsed to the ground, dead, their bodies falling in unison..
The Hyūga clan leader's eyes widened in horror. The sight before him was something out of a nightmare. Asura stood there, his long, spiky hair drenched in blood, his single Mangekyō eye spinning furiously, corpses strewn around him. The killing intent radiating from him was so thick that some of the weaker Hyūga members struggled to breathe, their legs trembling beneath them.
But the clan leader was not just any warrior—he was the head of the Hyūga clan. As Asura lunged at him, sword raised, he reacted with impeccable precision, activating his Heavenly Rotation. A sphere of chakra surrounded him, spinning rapidly and deflecting Asura's attack, sending him skidding back across the ground.
For a moment, the two warriors stared at each other, the tension thick between them. Then, they charged, clashing in a brutal, desperate fight. Steel met flesh, chakra clashed with chakra, and the sound of their battle echoed through the forest. But as the minutes passed, it became clear that Asura was slowly gaining the upper hand. Every strike he landed, every slash he made, pushed the Hyūga leader closer to defeat.
Seeing no other option, the Hyūga leader began to shout, "Retreat! Fall back—!"
His command was cut short by the sound of movement in the distance. Both he and Asura turned their heads, and their eyes widened as they saw a large group of shinobi rushing toward them. The Hyūga leader's heart pounded in his chest. At first, he feared the worst—that the Uchiha reinforcements had arrived. But then, as the figures grew closer, he recognized their headbands and felt a surge of hope. The crest of the Senju clan. Leading them was none other than Butsuma Senju, and behind him, 500 Senju warriors were charging to their aid.
The Hyūga clan head's face lit up with renewed determination. "The Senju are here!" he shouted, his confidence restored. With the Senju by their side, they could still turn this battle around. He focused his attacks, trying to buy time as Asura's movements grew slower, his breaths more labored.
Asura's body felt heavy, his muscles screaming in protest. He could feel his chakra reserves depleting, his vision growing darker around the edges. He staggered back, trying to catch his breath, but his legs buckled, and he fell to one knee, blood still dripping from his mouth and staining the ground beneath him.
Butsuma Senju surveyed the battlefield, his sharp eyes taking in the grim state of the Hyūga forces. It was clear they had been devastated, and he wondered who could have done such damage. Then he saw him—Asura Uchiha, standing amidst a field of corpses, bloodied but unbroken. Butsuma's expression darkened, his brows furrowing as he turned to the Hyūga leader. "What happened here?" he asked, his tone cold.
The Hyūga leader pointed at Asura. "It was him… All of this… was Asura Uchiha."
Hearing this, Butsuma's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. He raised his hand and commanded, "Senju clan, assist the Hyūga! Take down Asura Uchiha!"
The Senju warriors roared in approval, their battle cries echoing as they rushed toward Asura, weapons drawn, chakra flaring. Asura's vision blurred, and he struggled to stand, but his body wouldn't obey. He had pushed himself too far, and now he was paying the price. The Senju were closing in, and he could do nothing but watch as they prepared to strike.
Then, just as the Senju's attacks were about to land, a figure darted in front of Asura, blocking the assault. Metal clashed against metal, and the sound reverberated through the air. Asura blinked, trying to focus his vision, and saw a familiar face.
It was Tajima Uchiha.
"Protect Asura!" Tajima shouted, his voice commanding and fierce. "Do not let the Senju lay a hand on him!"
More figures emerged from the shadows, stepping out from the treeline and forming a protective wall around Asura. Uchiha warriors, dozens of them, with Tajima at the front, their weapons drawn and eyes blazing with fury. The entire Uchiha attack force had arrived, and they weren't alone. Reinforcements continued to pour in, forming a formidable army that stood between Asura and the Senju.
Asura's vision grew darker, but a sense of relief washed over him. He looked up at Tajima, the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint smile. The last thing he saw before his consciousness faded was the sight of his clan, standing strong, protecting him.
And then, everything went black.
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