Chapter 75. This beautiful inner world

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The darkness of the sky strangely illuminated the space covered with a swirling, impenetrable fog. Stretching to the boundless sky, it was like a wall blocking any attempts to see what was behind it.

The only place where there was no fog was an island floating in the void, several kilometers in size. Its earthen surface was flat, without a single pit or mound. Below, between the sloping edge of the island and the fog, there was a void of darkness like heaven.

Confused in the center of the island stood the silhouette of a ten-year-old boy with whitish skin. His white eyes, with veins bulging nearby, were carefully looking around in an attempt to see what was beyond the boundary of the fog wall. But any attempt did not find an answer, only raising misunderstanding more.

"This is my inner world... and it seems like I should have full control over it, but this fog limits it. I feel everything on this island, but no further. What is this fog?".

Wondering, Samato concentrated, suddenly appeared on the edge of the island. Looking at the incredible size of the wall of fog, a few dozen meters away, the scientist frowned. After standing for a few seconds, he raised his hand in which a stone appeared out of nowhere.

With a little effort, Samato threw it into the fog. After leaving the island and falling into an unshakable wall of fog, he disappeared for a moment from the sight and sensations of the scientist. But after less than a second, Samato's eyebrow lifted as she saw the same stone fly out of the fog and land on the other side of the island.

"It's clear, apparently the space is looped. It's strange, I would never have thought that my inner world is an empty piece of stone surrounded by an impenetrable fog. But it seems to me that all this is not easy. If what I saw in the genjutsu space is true… Mom, I never would have thought that this was possible. At least now I can temporarily let go of some concerns related to how I was reborn... although not completely."

Looking at the smooth surface of the ground under his feet, Samato chuckled inwardly. He could feel his soul slowly changing. It's as if something warm is washing over his existence, rebuilding it.

"The silhouette that my father had was probably left by my mother. Now, apparently thanks to him, my soul is changing. Perhaps this is what the mother has been working on for so long. But how long has it been in my soul? To put a part of the soul of the father and that thing, it is necessary that the mother use her power. But she died when I was 24..."

Pondering the source of the changes, Samato suddenly clenched his teeth, but quickly relaxed by exhaling. Putting aside these thoughts, his face acquired a calm expression, and he focused on the ongoing process in his soul.

"Mother was a grade 10 spiritual type mutant, which means a lot. A mutant of this level is something that has already far surpassed a human... Hmm, even the sample that I was barely able to get was from a Class 8 mutant of the manifested type, but its DNA was far from human. What can I say about my mother, who was several levels higher, also belonged to the spiritual type."

Thoughts raced through his head while he himself tried to feel the changes in his chakra.

"It's strange, apparently the changes do not affect the chakra in any way yet. It's a pity, I don't understand much about souls, otherwise I could understand the meaning of the ongoing processes." – Frowning, Samato continued the thought process. – "Also need to pay attention to this direction ... Tck, while these changes do not affect in any way and do not give any positive or negative effects, but I do not know what will happen next… Okay, it's too dangerous outside, we need to try to recover as quickly as possible."

Sitting down on the ground, Samato stopped researching the changes in his chakra. Relaxing, he wished to get out of his inner world. Slowly, the feeling of "omnipotence" began to pass, replaced by physical pain and heaviness of the body.

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"Damn, Ame-san, you better hurry up."

Gritting his teeth, Harushumo, ready to move at any moment, looked at the towering chakra structure in front of him. The upper part of the humanoid, pink-purple skeleton, more than five meters high, held in its two hands three rotating magatams similar to flower petals.

In the center of the skeleton, a girl was breathing heavily, bending down a little and holding her head. Her beautiful face was pierced with pain and fear. From her mangek and mouth, streams of blood continuously spurted out, falling on her tattered black clothes.

The ruined remains of the castle for hundreds of meters were dotted with many craters from the explosion. At some distance from the giant, several bodies in white clothes could be seen lying on the ground. One of them, in addition to various open wounds, was missing an arm. All that was left of her was a broken piece of protruding bone, on which hung scraps of scorched skin and muscles. Another person was even less lucky. His body was buried in the ground, revealing only a burned back. It was covered with many fragments of stones, and through the mess of burnt fabric, the ridge was visible.

"Tck, I didn't think that mangekye's strength was so great. Even despite the wounds and poison, she is not dead yet and can maintain such high combat performance. Although apparently she can't move. Well, nothing, just a little more... Damn."

Interrupting the mental process, Harushumo saw susano's limb jerk sharply, sending three consecutive magatams into him. Directing a little of his remaining chakra reserves to his legs, he quickly jumped back a dozen meters.

As soon as he disappeared from his seat, one of the magatam immediately hit him. The explosion of the concentrated cold chakra created a crater and a small wave that sent pieces of earth and stones around like shrapnel.

Harushumo did not stop as soon as his foot touched the ground, he changed the trajectory of the movement with an audible creak in his ligaments, moving to the side. In the next moment, another magatama flew to that place.

"How problematic they are... Fortunately, I ordered Musushi to take Samato away from here, or he probably fell under one of them." Dodging the last magotama, Harushumo ignored the pain and looked at the remaining member of the clan. "Rakoshi-san is not bad, but I think he won't last long... just like me."

The other person from the Hyuga clan who remained able to "fight" was a man of twenty-five, thirty years old, with an average Hyuga face. His clothes were torn and covered with blood flowing from many wounds. Part of the hair was missing, revealing the reddened skin from the burn. It was unnecessary to be a knowledgeable person to understand that he could barely stand on his feet anymore. Looking away from him with a look of respect, Harushumo smiled rapaciously.

"Very well. I think we should stop there. Yes Ame-san?!

As soon as these words were spoken, a male silhouette appeared next to him. Despite the abundance of injuries, he stood straight, as if they were nothing, although the heir of the clan understood that this was not the case. His handsome face was adorned with a faint smile, and his hand was clamped on the throat of a white-haired, young man. After looking at Harushumo, the man only nodded, shifting his cold gaze to the girl frozen in the chakra structure.