Chapter 120

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"Raigo: Senjusatsu!"

A golden, radiant Thousand-Armed Kannon statue instantly appeared behind Chiriku.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed, and before he could swing his sword, he noticed a barrage of golden chakra fists rapidly striking at him from the statue.

"Too fast!"

Barely able to block a few strikes, Sasuke took several hits, grunting in pain as he was pushed back. Remembering that Gensou had instructed him not to hide his abilities, he didn't hesitate any longer and activated his Sharingan.

The three black tomoe in Sasuke's blood-red pupils spun rapidly.

In an instant, everything seemed to slow down. The previously imperceptible trajectories of the golden chakra fists became clear to Sasuke.

"I can dodge them!"

Crackling.

Lightning chakra surged through Sasuke's body, boosting his speed. He deftly avoided the golden chakra fists and raised his ninja sword:

"Chidori Blade!"

Covered in lightning chakra, the blade pierced through the gaps in the barrage, aiming directly at Chiriku.

"Sharingan??"

Noticing the change in Sasuke's eyes, Chiriku quickly looked away, filled with shock.

The Uchiha clan was supposed to be extinct.

Currently, the only known Sharingan users were the traitor Uchiha Itachi, the Copy Ninja Kakashi, and the last surviving Uchiha, Sasuke.

Judging by the age, this person was undoubtedly Sasuke.

But why was he at the Fire Temple? And who was the man in the white whirlpool mask he was following?

Chiriku had many questions racing through his mind, but his actions didn't slow down.

Facing Sasuke's attack, Chiriku remained calm.

"Fierce God Kannon!"

The Thousand-Armed Kannon behind him transformed into a wrathful deity, with the golden chakra fists turning red and increasing in power, striking at Sasuke.

This time, although Sasuke could still see the attacks clearly, he realized his body couldn't keep up.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Several heavy punches landed, sending Sasuke flying and rolling across the ground.

It was clear that his still-maturing skills were no match for the experienced Chiriku.

Meanwhile.

Seeing their head monk easily defeat an enemy, the monks behind Chiriku cheered loudly.

"Damn it!"

Sasuke, looking grim, got back up, ready to charge at Chiriku again.

Gensou stopped him with a hand and said calmly, "A few more attempts won't change the outcome. Train for another year or two, and then you might stand a chance."

Though unwilling, Sasuke knew Gensou was right.

This opponent was far stronger than anyone he had faced before.

"One or two years?"

Sasuke looked deeply at Chiriku before restraining himself.

However, Chiriku then turned to him and asked, "Are you Uchiha Sasuke?"

Sasuke scoffed, not bothering to answer.

Even without a verbal response, Chiriku confirmed the truth from Sasuke's expression.

He immediately looked at the man in the white whirlpool mask.

Could this be Gensou?

No, Gensou didn't need to wear a mask.

So...

"Who are you?" Chiriku asked, scrutinizing the masked man.

According to the rumors, Sasuke had followed Gensou, but now he appeared here with someone else.

Gensou ignored Chiriku's question.

His attention was focused on the Thousand-Armed Kannon behind Chiriku.

"It resembles Hashirama's True Several Thousand Hands technique. Of course, it's only a resemblance; the power difference is vast. Did the predecessors of the Fire Temple witness Hashirama's technique and develop a similar one?"

"So, this is the power of the Talent of the Sage Clan? It doesn't feel like sage techniques; it seems more like a utilization of natural energy."

With two samples of sage chakra at hand, Gensou could be certain.

"Well, it's time to verify it myself."

Since he was already here, he couldn't just leave after a glance.

Gensou walked towards Chiriku.

"Won't you speak?"

Seeing Gensou's dismissive attitude, Chiriku's expression hardened, and he prepared himself more seriously than before.

"No matter who you are, you and Sasuke will stay here today. This is the Fire Temple's duty as an ally of Konoha."

"Fierce God Ka-"

Before Chiriku could finish, Gensou raised his head, and his right eye behind the mask glanced at Chiriku.

Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique!

Instantly!

Chiriku's words were cut off, and his body froze, unable to move.

Feeling as if his body was pierced by large iron stakes, Chiriku was filled with shock.

"How... how is this possible? I was trapped by genjutsu so easily?"

What shocked Chiriku even more was the familiar deep red hue he glimpsed in the mask.

"Sharingan??"

"That's right! Only high-level genjutsu from the Sharingan could ensnare me so quickly."

"But weren't there only two Uchiha left? Why does this man also have the Sharingan? Who is he?"

Chiriku felt utterly defeated.

If he had known his opponent had the Sharingan, he wouldn't have made eye contact.

Who would have thought that besides Sasuke, Itachi, and Kakashi, there was a fourth Sharingan user!

The monks behind Chiriku continued cheering.

In their minds, once the head monk made a move, any enemy would be subdued easily.

But this time, seeing the masked man standing before the motionless head monk, the monks fell silent.

Realizing something was wrong, they rushed forward to save the head monk.

But it was too late.

Gensou grabbed Chiriku's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes again, copying all the information about the Talent of the Sage Clan from Chiriku's mind.

"Stop!"

"Release the head monk!"

"Everyone, attack!"

The Fire Temple monks, realizing the danger, rushed to attack Gensou.

Sasuke, with a flicker, blocked their path, saying calmly, "I can't let you interfere."

Clang~~ The sound of a sword being drawn echoed.

Soon, the clash of blades, cries of pain, and the thuds of bodies hitting the ground filled the air.

The once peaceful and serene temple turned into a scene of chaos and violence.

(End of Chapter)