Ch-128 Jiryoku's Trump Card.

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The disintegrating 'Truth-Seeking Balls,' destined for absorption by the relentless 'Black Hole,' trembled with an otherworldly energy as Asura, with a heavy heart, made the fateful decision to detonate them. A deafening BOOM reverberated through the air as the explosive demise of the two orbs unfolded.

In the midst of the impending chaos, the disintegrating spheres exhibited a mesmerizing dance of colors, each fragment pulsating with a spectral glow. The air crackled with an electric intensity as if the very fabric of reality strained against the impending explosion.

Anticipating widespread devastation, Asura was taken aback when an unexpected phenomenon transpired. The explosion, a cataclysmic event by any measure, played out in a bizarre slow-motion display, casting an eerie stillness upon the battlefield, as if time itself had come to a crawl within the menacing embrace of the 'Black Hole.'

Perplexed by the surreal scene, Tsunade turned to Hiashi, seeking answers. "What is happening right now?"

Hiashi, his Byakugan activated, observed keenly and responded, "I don't have all the details, but from what I can see, these black spheres contain an immense amount of Chakra. Even the detonation of one sphere could obliterate an entire small country. However, the current detonation is occurring in slow motion, specifically within the confines of the 'Black Hole' region."

Kakashi, with his Mangekyo Sharingan activated, concurred, "Lord Hyuga is spot on. The 'Black Hole' is somehow impeding the speed of the blast from those two Black Spheres."

Amidst the surreal spectacle, the characters' thoughts and emotions echoed in the charged atmosphere. As the explosive force breached the event horizon of the 'Black Hole,' the blast's impact propagated at an astonishing speed, a velocity that would have been even more rapid if not for the gravitational suction from the black hole. A variety of emotions played across their faces—fear, awe, and a primal understanding of the imminent danger that lurked.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Tsunade urgently commanded, "Retreat immediately! The blast's range is expanding rapidly, and it could reach us. Move!"

Heeding Tsunade's orders, every Konoha ninja sprinted away in the opposite direction of the approaching blast. The ground beneath their feet vibrated with the impending doom, and the air crackled with the residual energy of the slowed-down explosion.

Not only the Konoha ninjas but also every other ninja in the vicinity reacted swiftly, fleeing from the impending blast in a desperate bid to escape its destructive reach. The landscape itself seemed to protest, as if the very earth recoiled from the unleashed power. The sky, once serene, now bore witness to the unfolding chaos, dark clouds gathering in ominous acknowledgment of the impending cataclysm.

The air was thick with tension as the group of nimble ninjas sprinted through the terrain, their muscles straining against the demanding five-kilometre run at top speed. Each step reverberated with urgency, the pounding of their feet echoing in the vast expanse. The urgency was palpable, a desperate race against time to escape the imminent blast threatening to consume them.

As they distanced themselves from the impending explosion, a shroud of uncertainty enveloped the battlefield. The once-clear view became obscured, the chaotic aftermath rendering visibility nearly non-existent for the fleeing ninjas. Dust and debris filled the air, creating an eerie haze that clung to their senses.

Yet, amidst the chaos, a mesmerizing spectacle unfolded. In the heart of the battlefield, a colossal black hole stood unaffected by the destructive blast that had swept through the surroundings. It seemed to defy the laws of nature, not only resisting annihilation but also greedily devouring the very explosion that sought to obliterate it.

On the precarious perch atop a colossal giant, Asura stood with a formidable shield in hand, its 'Truth-Seeking Ball' shaped like a shield. His eyes locked onto Jiryoku, who valiantly resisted his relentless assault. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air, a silent exchange of power and determination.

In the midst of the tumult, Asura addressed Jiryoku, his voice cutting through the chaos. "It seems that the black hole around you not only possesses a formidable suction power but also harbours an area where time is distorted. Am I correct?"

Jiryoku, standing resolute, met Asura's gaze without uttering a word. Silence hung between them, charged with unspoken tension. "As you have already seen," Jiryoku finally spoke, his voice steady, "I do not need to offer any explanation."

A profound stillness settled over the battlefield as both warriors assessed the situation. Jiryoku knew the limitations of his sage mode, a finite resource that would expire in half hour. The impending reality weighed on him—the knowledge that Asura, with his vast chakra reserves, could outlast him in the ensuing battle.

Determined and aware of the stakes, Jiryoku decided to unleash his full power in a single, decisive strike. The air crackled with anticipation as he prepared to give everything he had. Victory or defeat hung in the balance, and Jiryoku understood that retreat was not an option; he faced the choice of triumph or an inevitable demise at the hands of Asura.

After Jiryoku made the decision, ominous black lines began to snake across his body. It had been a while since he last tapped into the power of EAM, but now, driven by necessity, he unleashed it once more. With each passing moment, he found himself mastering the elusive Sage Mode. The black lines, upon reaching his eyes, underwent a mysterious transformation, changing their hue to a striking white. In this altered state, Jiryoku appeared utterly otherworldly.

Simultaneously, beneath him, a formidable Black Hole stirred to life, its gravitational force directed menacingly towards Asura. As the Black Hole advanced, it left only devastation in its wake, sending shivers down the spines of onlookers even at a considerable distance. Within a 200-range radius, everything succumbed to the relentless pull of the Black Hole.

Caught in a race against time, Asura realized the futility of clinging to the 'Sage Art Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands.' The Black Hole, with its exceptional speed, outpaced even the formidable jutsu, forcing Asura to reluctantly abandon it.

Upon completing his transformation with EAM, Jiryoku's aura vanished, signifying his absolute mastery and control over his newfound strength. The battlefield now lay in a precarious balance, with Jiryoku standing as a formidable force, and the Black Hole looming as a harbinger of destruction.

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