章節 213: Juubi Appears
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The shadows played ominously on the faces of the silent warriors, their forms stiff with contained anticipation, the atmosphere thick with unspoken emotions and unsheathed enmity. The whispers of the wind carried the unvoiced thoughts of the gathered, and the rustle of leaves seemed to murmur the untold stories of the fallen.
Obito's body heaved with each ragged breath he took, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His knees buckled under the sheer weight of his realization. He was devastated, broken, but not defeated.
His Sharingan eyes, previously spinning wildly, stilled. His gaze, once full of hatred and contempt, was now clouded with sorrow. His hands clenched tightly, knuckles turning white. His body was taut, every muscle coiled like a spring, ready to explode.
Obito's gaze lifted, turning to Naruto. His eyes were hard, and in them was an unspoken plea. It was a plea for understanding, for absolution. But more than anything, it was a plea for help. The help to right the wrongs, to reclaim his lost honor.
Naruto met Obito's gaze, his own eyes reflecting the resolute determination that had become his trademark. He knew what he had to do.
But at this time Koushin landed between them, his gaze cold, mocking. "Villains cannot have a sad past. If you are forced to it, then you are just a weak imitation that has no right to speak of revenge." He swiftly brought up his leg, delivering a powerful kick that connected with Obito's head, knocking him out. "You caused pain worse than what you are feeling to many people. You don't get a second chance," he added, his tone scathing.
Koushin's gaze was icy as he surveyed Obito's fallen form, a tumult of disdain and contemplation brewing within his eyes. To him, villains were not products of tragic pasts or wounded hearts. He abhorred the idea that a sad past could justify the evil within a soul. A true villain, in his eyes, was inherently sinister, capable of malevolent deeds without the shadows of a broken past haunting their steps. It was illogical, selfish, and utterly foolish to inflict the pain one had experienced on others. 'A person who has lost, who has suffered, should understand the agony it brings,' he mused. 'To inflict such sorrow… it's nothing short of childish wickedness.' Yet, standing opposite him was Naruto, the boy with a heart too forgiving, a soul willing to embrace the damaged and the lost.
He turned to Naruto, who was watching him with a mixture of sadness and understanding. The look in his eyes was conflicted, a swirl of empathy and acceptance.
"Kou…" Naruto started, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"Naruto, this is war," Koushin interrupted, his voice firm. He met Naruto's gaze, his own eyes unyielding. "There is no time for mercy."
Naruto swallowed hard, his eyes meeting Koushin's. For a moment, he was silent. Then, he nodded, accepting the harsh reality of their situation. "I understand, Koushin."
Turning their attention back to the battlefield, Naruto and Koushin found their gazes settling on Madara and Itachi, who were now standing side by side. There was a tangible tension in the air, a heavy sense of anticipation that cloaked the battlefield. Naruto's new powers, the abilities that could strip them of their precious Mangekyo, had struck fear into their hearts. It was evident they were on edge, prepared to act swiftly.
Madara, his Sharingan eyes spinning ominously, broke the silence. "It seems the brat has gained some new abilities," he said, his voice a low growl. He turned to Itachi, his gaze piercing. "We need to act fast."
Itachi nodded, his own eyes narrowing as he regarded Naruto and Koushin. "Indeed. His newfound powers pose a considerable threat," he conceded, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.
The air around them seemed to hum with anticipation, a palpable tension building as they squared off against Naruto and Koushin. It was a standoff, a moment of eerie calm before the inevitable storm.
Madara moved with an arrogance that seemed almost synonymous with his being. He waved his hand nonchalantly, and before them, the beaten Jinchuriki materialized - Gaara, Roshi, Han, Utakata, and Fu. Their bodies were battered, their spirits crushed, yet they stood alongside Madara like unwilling pawns in a twisted game. The sight of their defeated comrades fueled Naruto's and Koushin's determination, while it cloaked the battlefield with an even thicker layer of dread.
With another languid wave of his hand, the grotesque form of the Gedo Mazo manifested behind him. Its monstrous presence casting an intimidating shadow over the landscape, the sheer magnitude of its dark power radiating palpably. The Biju, previously lent to the former Jinchiriki, began to be absorbed back into the statue in a grim display of power theft.
Madara began, a chilling smile etched onto his face as he began to fold seals with a casual ease, "Behold the birth of the Ten-Tails." His voice echoed hauntingly across the battlefield, seeming to stir the very air around them.
Even though it was not complete, lacking the 2, 8, and 9 tails, the formation of the Ten-Tails was a terrifying sight. As Madara performed the seals, an enormous, menacing form began to take shape. The earth shook violently, and a blinding light erupted from the statue. When it faded, the Ten-Tails loomed before them, its sinister form casting a monstrous shadow over the battlefield.
The tension that had been building for what seemed like an eternity now erupted into a tumultuous wave of apprehension, the faces of Naruto and Koushin mirroring the enormity of the threat before them. Koushin, despite the grim circumstances, looked calm, his eyes hardened. Naruto, on the other hand, clenched his fists, his gaze fixated on the colossal creature before them.
The manifestation of the Ten-Tails sent waves of shock and fear through the battlefield, the faces of the warriors reflecting the horror of the monstrous apparition before them. The air was laden with the mingled emotions of dread and determination, and every heart on the field seemed to beat in unison, echoing the collective will to stand against the looming darkness. The eyes that watched were a canvas of sorrow, resolve, and unshed tears, painting a silent symphony of the human spirit's resilience.
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