บท 28: Chapter 28: Hakaikami Awakens
(Last chapter of the day of you enjoy. Probably the best chapter I ever made not gonna lie)
As Madara and the group of Uchiha retreated into the forest, carrying the unconscious Izuna, the Hyūga clan leader stood firm, his eyes locked onto Asura. Despite the chaotic battle raging around them, he exuded an air of confidence, a sneer forming on his lips.
"Do you really think you can kill all of us?" the Hyūga leader taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Asura didn't respond. He kept his eyes on the Hyūga leader, silently assessing the situation. He knew he still had about half of his chakra left. If he could stall them for at least 30 minutes, the main Uchiha force would arrive, and they could turn the tide. But if he fell here, the consequences would be disastrous. He couldn't afford to die. Not today.
He tightened his grip on his sword, preparing to unleash everything he had. But as he focused, something strange caught his attention. His vision sharpened, and he noticed an unfamiliar pattern reflected in a small puddle of blood near his feet. It was unlike anything he had seen before—two shuriken-like shapes stacked atop each other, encircled by three tomoe. A chill ran down his spine as he realized what this meant. His Sharingan had evolved.
Asura's lips curled into a grin, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. Whatever this new power was, he could feel it enhancing his senses, sharpening his perception, and amplifying his strength. He turned his gaze back to the Hyūga clan head, his newly awakened Mangekyō Sharingan gleaming with a sinister glow.
The Hyūga leader's confident smirk faltered, a sense of unease creeping over him. "What is that eye…?" he muttered, unable to hide the trepidation in his voice. He could feel it—a dangerous, oppressive aura radiating from Asura. Something had changed, and it was making him nervous. "Everyone, be cautious!" he shouted, warning his clan members. "This boy—no, this man—is still dangerous, even on his own."
Without another word, Asura burst forward, moving faster than any of the Hyūga could react. He didn't waste time on fancy jutsu or flashy moves. His sword became an extension of his will, cutting down one Hyūga after another with brutal efficiency. Blood sprayed across the battlefield as he weaved through the crowd, dodging kunai and deflecting shuriken. No movement escaped his enhanced sight, his Mangekyō Sharingan predicting their attacks and countering with deadly precision.
It was a massacre. Within minutes, the ground was littered with the bodies of the fallen, and the once green grass was soaked in blood. Asura's breathing grew heavy, and his muscles burned from the relentless assault. But he didn't stop. He pushed himself beyond his limits, cutting down anyone who dared to stand in his path.
Five minutes had passed, and the bodies of fifty Hyūga lay scattered around him. But even Asura's new strength had its limits. His breathing was ragged, and his vision blurred slightly, a testament to how much chakra he had expended. The adrenaline was keeping him going, but he could feel his energy waning. He needed to do something drastic to buy more time.
Asura sheathed his sword and quickly formed hand seals, channeling his chakra into his lungs. "Wind Style: Twister!" he shouted, releasing a massive torrent of wind. A violent tornado formed in the center of the battlefield, its howling winds ripping through the Hyūga forces. The tornado tore through their ranks, tossing bodies into the air and crushing them under its immense force. Another twenty fell, with countless more left injured and scrambling to regroup.
The battlefield was momentarily silent, the only sound being the wind whistling through the clearing. Asura panted heavily, sweat dripping down his face. But as he tried to catch his breath, a sharp pain shot through his back. He gasped, eyes widening in shock, as he felt a blade pierce through his flesh.
A group of Hyūga had managed to sneak up behind him while he was distracted, and one of them had driven a sword straight through his back. Before he could react, more Hyūga lunged at him, stabbing him with kunai, slicing through his skin, and tearing at his armor. Asura let out a choked, agonized scream, blood pouring from his wounds as he fell to his knees, his vision swimming.
But even as his body was ravaged by pain, something within him snapped. His Mangekyō Sharingan began to spin, faster and faster, the patterns shifting and warping. An immense wave of chakra erupted from him, pulsing outwards with such force that it created a shockwave. Asura let out a primal scream, a scream that echoed across the battlefield, and in an instant, a massive forcefield exploded from his body, ripping through the surrounding area. Trees were uprooted, rocks shattered, and everything within the radius was obliterated. The force created a crater, deep and wide, with Asura at its epicenter.
Many of the Hyūga had managed to escape the initial blast, retreating to a safe distance, but those who were too close were caught in the destructive wave and killed. The ground around Asura was scorched and cratered, a testament to the sheer power of his attack. Despite the chaos, the remaining 320 Hyūga regrouped, their morale shaken by the overwhelming display of power.
The Hyūga clan head stared at Asura, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. The man who stood before him was drenched in blood, his own and that of his enemies, with blades still embedded in his body. Blood dripped from his mouth, and yet, he was still standing, defiant and unyielding. The expression on Asura's face was cold, almost devoid of emotion, but his eyes—the eyes of his Mangekyō Sharingan—burned with a terrifying, unrelenting fury.
Asura slowly raised his head, his lips parting as he spoke a single word, his voice hoarse but resolute. "Hakaikami."
The Hyūga leader's blood ran cold as he heard the name, his instincts screaming at him to retreat. But he could not move, paralyzed by the overwhelming pressure emanating from Asura. The remaining Hyūga warriors stood frozen, their fear palpable, as they watched the blood-soaked figure at the center of the crater.
The battle had not ended yet, but for the first time, the Hyūga realized just how outmatched they truly were.
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