Chapter 49:
Greed's armor, which looked as if it was forged from the depths of despair, clung to its hulking frame with an unnatural grace. Jagged edges and menacing spikes adorned its surface, giving it a formidable and intimidating presence. The armor seemed to pulsate with a sinister energy, as if it hungered for power and consumed the very essence of those who dared to challenge it.
Within the inky depths of its helm, two piercing points of crimson light glowed with an insatiable greed. They were eyes that held the weight of countless desires, a reflection of the boundless avarice that fueled Greed's existence. From those eyes, a sense of calculated malevolence and an insidious hunger for more radiated, instilling a profound sense of dread in anyone who dared to meet its gaze.
As Greed moved, the shadows around it seemed to twist and contort, obeying its every command. Darkness curled and slithered like ethereal serpents, shifting and reshaping at its whim. It was as if Greed commanded the very essence of night itself, bending it to serve its nefarious purpose.
Despite its foreboding appearance, there was an undeniable allure to Greed's presence. Its armor, despite its macabre design, possessed an eerie beauty, a dark elegance that captivated the eyes. The glimmers of moonlight reflected off its glossy surface, casting an ethereal sheen that danced with the flickering flames of destruction.
As the shinobi gathered their resolve to confront this embodiment of insatiable desire, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines. Greed, the black being standing before them, was a formidable foe who embodied the darkest corners of the human heart. With every step it took, it carried the weight of countless ambitions and unquenchable lust for power.
And so, the shinobi steeled themselves, knowing that the battle ahead would test their very limits. They would need to summon every ounce of their strength and conviction to challenge this embodiment of avarice and protect the world from the consuming darkness that threatened to devour them all.
Fugaku, consumed by his anger, stood amidst the chaos, his carbon-based armor radiating an ominous aura. The Suna Shinobi, skilled in puppetry, ninjutsu, and taijutsu, launched their attacks with fervor, unleashing their weapons and techniques on Fugaku, but he just stood there motionlessly and let them play their silly game.
A Suna Shinobi, his puppet adorned with razor-sharp blades, lunged at Fugaku with blinding speed. But Greed's armored body effortlessly absorbed the onslaught, rendering the puppet's attacks futile.
"Is that all you've got?" Fugaku's voice dripped with arrogance and disdain. "You'll need more than that to stop me!"
Another shinobi, a master of earth-based jutsu, conjured massive boulders that hurtled towards Fugaku. But as the rocks collided with his armor, they shattered into fragments, their impact leaving no trace on his impenetrable shield.
"Pathetic!" Fugaku scoffed. "Your feeble attempts won't even leave a scratch on me!"
Fugaku attempted to retreat, his eyes scanning for an opening in the encroaching chaos. But the Suna Shinobi, driven by their thirst for vengeance and pure determination, relentlessly pursued him, blocking every escape route.
"You won't escape, monster!" a shinobi shouted, launching a barrage of shuriken towards Fugaku.
Fugaku swiftly maneuvered, his armor morphing into wickedly sharp blades, deflecting the projectiles effortlessly. He retaliated, launching a devastating wave with his claws towards the shinobi, who narrowly dodged the attack.
"I won't let you harm anyone else!" another shinobi exclaimed, charging at Fugaku with lightning-fast strikes.
Fugaku smirked, his armored fist meeting the shinobi's attacks head-on, each blow resonating with a bone-rattling impact. With a single swift motion, Fugaku retaliated, delivering a devastating counterstrike that sent the shinobi hurtling backward, his ribcage punched in.
"You are but insects before me!" Fugaku declared, his voice filled with malevolence.
The remaining Suna Shinobi, though battered and exhausted, refused to yield. They combined their efforts, coordinating their attacks in a desperate bid to overpower the indomitable Greed/black Demon.
But Fugaku, fueled by his insatiable anger, channeled all his chakra within himself, his armor pulsed with an eerie glow as tendrils of darkness emerged, ensnaring the shinobi, binding them in an inescapable grip.
"You are nothing!" Fugaku's voice echoed through the battlefield. "Prepare to meet your demise!"
With a surge of power, Fugaku unleashed a devastating blast of black tendrils, obliterating everything in its path, and ripping half a dozen people into a gory bloody mess. The already destroyed Supply Point further got destroyed and now lay in ruins, the Suna Shinobi defeated and lifeless.
Fugaku, standing amidst the wreckage, his eyes burning with a twisted satisfaction, surveyed the aftermath. His anger at letting down his guard had consumed him, turning him into a harbinger of destruction for these poor sandfuckers.
"Nothing can stand in my way," Fugaku muttered, his voice chilling the resolve of all who heard him. "I am the Greed of the seven Sins, and all shall kneel before me."
*Sigh*
'I am turning into an edge lord, but it is necessary.': he thought to himself.
As Fugaku reveled in the destruction he had caused, a lone figure emerged from the smoke and debris. It was a young Suna shinobi, battered and bruised but unyielding in his determination.
"You may have defeated my comrades, Greed, but I won't let you escape unscathed," the shinobi declared, his voice filled with fury.
Fugaku's eyes narrowed, his expression shifting from a simmering rage to an amused arrogance. He charged towards the shinobi, his armored fists ready to strike.
The young shinobi barely managed to evade Fugaku's powerful blow, relying more on his luck rather than his agility and speed. He retaliated with a barrage of wild strikes, aiming to exploit any weaknesses in Fugaku's impenetrable armor.
But Fugaku, is simply untouchable, and with each attack, his armor absorbed the impact, rendering the shinobi's efforts futile.
"Give up, boyo! You're no match for me," Fugaku taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance.
The shinobi's determination only grew stronger. He knew that retreat was not an option. He had to find a way to overcome Fugaku's invulnerability.
Summoning all his strength and resolve, the shinobi channeled his chakra into his hands, molding it into a concentrated unstable mass of energy. With a swift motion, he unleashed a powerful ninjutsu towards Fugaku.
The blast collided with Fugaku's armor, creating a blinding explosion that engulfed them both. Smoke billowed, obscuring the onlooker's vision.
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