Chapter 227

Even Demiurge, the mysterious figure, pushed his glasses up and executed a gentleman's salute, acknowledging the display before him.

"Now, this is a true warrior."

"Despite her apparent weakness, she possesses the heart of a strong individual. Truly a rare sight!"

Demiurge's words resonated with truth, and he was spot-on.

Regardless of a warrior's physical strength, the unwavering spirit within defined their true essence.

Hinata, though visibly faltering and seemingly on the verge of collapse with every step, pressed forward with unyielding determination, heading in Naruto's direction.

Now the distance between them shortened to a mere ten meters.

Yet, Hinata's body seemingly reaching her limits, betrayed her.

Her legs gave way, as she collapsed to the ground.

For a moment, it seemed as though the ordeal had concluded, only for Hinata to defy expectations.

Rising from the ground without pause, she continued her steadfast approach towards Naruto, embodying the resilience and tenacity of a true warrior.

Despite her legs trembling uncontrollably, she resolutely stood her ground.

Against all odds, she stood tall.

Gritting her teeth, she took another resolute step forward.

Meanwhile, Naruto, who was lying on the ground, now had red eyes and his voice trembled as he pleaded.

"Stop, Hinata, don't come any closer, please... Don't come over."

Unable to witness the struggle before him, he averted his gaze, unable to confront the situation.

As steadfast as he usually was, Naruto couldn't bring himself to confront the gravity of the situation at that moment.

Despite his own unwavering determination, Naruto dared not see Hinata like this.

At this moment, Hinata was already walking dead.

Her mind echoed with memories of Naruto from their childhood, as she replayed his steadfast encouragement time and time again.

These memories served as the driving force propelling her forward.

She used them as her motivation to press on.

Just as she was a mere few meters separated her from Naruto.

Once again, she collapsed to the ground.

This time, it seemed she lacked the strength to rise and her standing again looked like an impossibility.

Yet, against all odds, she propped herself up on her hands.

With unwavering resolve, she continued to crawl towards Naruto.

Deva Path observed the unfolding events with a cold detachment, his voice void of warmth as he remarked.

"It is truly perplexing. With your formidable strength, why persist in confronting insurmountable odds?

Why choose to wage a battle you know will only lead to your demise?"

"With your strength, why persist in such a futile endeavor?

You are well aware that this path you took will only lead you to your death."

Although Nagato's words were stern.

Yet, beneath the stoic facade, he couldn't help but be moved by Hinata's relentless spirit.

In a world where the mighty dictated the course of existence, looking down upon lesser beings, reveling in their dominance as lives crumbled into dust, such grandiosity held a certain allure, evoking both reverence and aspiration.

Yet, there was an undeniable beauty in the feeble challenging the mighty.

To fall, only to rise repeatedly, to press forward with an unyielding will, unafraid of the specter of mortality—such resilience was truly stirring.

Falling repeatedly yet standing up each time, advancing with an unyielding will, and facing life and death without fear—such courage was truly inspiring.

Such individuals could be suppressed but never truly defeated.

Hinata paid no heed to Deva Path's rhetoric.

Deva Path's disdainful words washed over Hinata like water off a duck's back.

She extended her weary hands, as she reached the black rod firmly stuck in Naruto's hand.

In that moment, despite being drained to the brink of exhaustion, she pressed on, embodying a steadfast determination, she was determined to uphold her conviction.

As long as there was a breath left within her, she wouldn't give up, surrender was not an option for her.

In that moment, Hinata represented a stark contrast to her past self.

Naruto, burdened with helplessness, bowed his head in frustration.

His inability to shield Hinata from harm filled him with self-loathing.

He berated himself for his inability to do anything for Hinata.

Yet, as he looked at her, she seemed to merge with the image of that naive Konoha boy who once proclaimed.

"Move forward bravely, keep your promises—this is my way of the ninja!"

Hinata, despite her weakened state, defiantly raised her gaze.

Naruto, sharing her despair, met her eyes, finding a familiar shock mirrored in his own.

The exchange of their eyes conveyed shock in Naruto's, and a resolute affirmation in Hinata's.

These words, once a resounding motto echoing through Naruto's growth, now echoed from Hinata's mouth.

Though faint, her proclamation reverberated, yet the effort had drained Hinata of all strength.

She could no longer withdraw the black rod, leaving Naruto helpless.

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