Chapter 15 - Finally all 100 down     

Chapter 15 - Finally All 100 Down

Boom, bom, bub, booooob !!!!!!!

The air crackled with raw energy as different types of elemental Jutsu blasted towards me.

Fiery explosions, earth-shaking impacts, and torrents of water combined in a devastating onslaught. Dust and debris swirled, momentarily obscuring the battlefield.

Silence fell like a shroud.

"Hah hah," I gasped, struggling for breath.

Covered in blood, my once-black hair had turned a stark moonlit white. My mask was tattered, my arms were raw with open wounds, and my clothes hung in tatters. "Fucker, they left me no other options," I muttered, swallowing a 50% recovery pill. The bitter taste was a stark reminder of the price I was paying.

As the Kioken surged through me, amplifying my power twentyfold, my senses sharpened.

Boom! I surged forward, a whirlwind of death. My sword cleaved through shinobi like a hot knife through butter. Their bodies fell in grotesque, blood-slicked heaps. Blood spurted and sprayed, painting the ground a grim, relentless red.

Heads flew from shoulders with swift, clean slashes—thud, thud, thud. Their faces twisted in shock, eyes wide with sheer terror. Kichh, kichh, kicch, kicch—my blade carved through flesh and bone, sending organs spilling out in a macabre display.

"Thrust!" I impaled their hearts with ruthless precision. I had claimed nearly forty lives, each cut and thrust a testament to my fury.

Reinforcements poured in, their eyes widening in horror as they witnessed the slaughter. The battlefield erupted into chaos, a cacophony of shouts and fleeing figures.

"Run !!!!!!!!!!" A panicked voice cried out, desperate.

"A fucking Monster, Run!!!!!" Another screamed, their voice quaking with fear.

Even the spies from various nations, paralyzed by terror, scrambled to escape. They fled, tails between their legs, their faces etched with terror as they disappeared into the haze.

I pressed on, tearing through any shinobi in my path. Bodies fell apart, limbs severed and torsos split. The battlefield became a grotesque testament to my rage

.

"When, when did this motherfucking demon emerge into this world?????" one shinobi gasped as he fled.

A red line appeared on his neck before his head toppled off with a sickening thud, rolling across the ground. I kicked it towards another shinobi, the severed head crashing into his chest with a sickening splat. He looked down, eyes wide, muttering something lost in the flood of blood. His final thought, I surmised, was "How... you monster.".

Kich—a white line appeared on another shinobi's neck.

"Thud" His head fell with a finality that echoed across the battlefield.

The remaining shinobi, broken and defeated, scattered like leaves in a storm. The scene was a graveyard of over a hundred lifeless bodies, each one a testament to the carnage that had unfolded.

I removed my mask, my face and body drenched in blood. Kara, Nami, and Juri rushed to my side, their faces a mixture of relief and fear.

"Ruki!!??" they cried out in unison.

I collapsed before them, vomiting more than two liters of blood. My white jade hair gleamed with an ethereal light, having grown longer and more radiant. My face and hands were deeply wrinkled, showing the toll of the battle.

"Ruki, what is happening??" Juri asked, her voice trembling with concern, tears streaming down her face.

Ding!!

[New target found: Juri]

[Mission: Increase her favorability to 100]

[Reward: ???]

I donned my mask and lay down, the wrinkles on my face deepening with each labored breath.

Ding!!

[Due to host's over usage of Kioken, life force reduced by 10 years.]

[Life force remaining: 180 years]

[Kioken is on 3 months cooldown.]

"Nothing, I just used some of my life force," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Ruki, are y-you okay?" Kara's voice wavered, her concern palpable.

"I-I am fine," I attempted to reassure them, but a violent cough erupted, spewing blood onto the ground.

I felt arms lifting me, enveloping me in a desperate embrace. Six arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. Their warmth contrasted starkly with the coldness of the battlefield.

The Battlefield: The ground was a sea of death, littered with the corpses of over a hundred shinobi. The terrain was stained crimson, with severed heads and dismembered limbs scattered across the field. Some bodies were frozen in their final, horrifying positions, etched with expressions of terror and disbelief.

Destruction: Smoke and dust still clung to the remnants of the elemental Jutsu explosions, leaving deep craters and ravaging the landscape. The air was thick with the remnants of fire and earth, casting an eerie, almost spectral haze over the scene.

The Sky: Dark clouds and ash swirled above, reflecting the chaotic aftermath of the battle. The sun barely pierced through the thick smoke, casting a dim, reddish light over the devastation.

In the Distance: Silhouettes of fleeing shinobi and spies retreated, their forms fading into the surrounding chaos as they escaped the carnage.

Ruki's Sword: Embedded in the ground nearby, stained with blood and showing signs of severe wear from the relentless battle. The blade, now a grim trophy, stood as a testament to the ferocity of the fight.