Naruto: I, Uchiha, Just Want to Die

Chapter 152: Fierce Battle! The Roaring Night of Wind Blades!

A violent gale erupted as Elder Ebizō executed his ninjutsu, surging upwards into the sky.

From a human perspective, one could only feel waves of wind converging around him, radiating an ominous killing intent.

An eerie chill crawled up the spine, yet the imminent, deadly attack remained unpredictable—its timing and direction were a mystery.

However, through the infrared sensory vision of his serpent-like Sharingan, Uchiha Ci could clearly see the Wind Release: Wind Blades forming invisibly within the wind.

Though colorless and formless, these blades possessed penetration power rivaling tungsten carbide armor-piercing rounds!

The next moment, as Ebizō's hands formed the final "Tatsu" seal, the countless wind blades solidified in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, a hurricane of blades surged toward Uchiha Ci, densely packed and akin to a torrential downpour.

Each "raindrop" was sharper than the finest blade in existence!

"Damn it!"

Uchiha Ci's eyes widened, his scalp tingling with dread as his mind blanked momentarily. Suspended in mid-air with no way to evade, he was nothing more than a living target in the storm of blades.

Gritting his teeth, his left hand swiftly formed the "Tatsu" seal as well.

"Wind Release: Extreme Vacuum Wave!"

Raising his palm to the sky, he unleashed a powerful air current and ultrasonic wave that propelled him downward at high speed, plummeting toward the ground.

But his efforts seemed futile.

Under Ebizō's control, the wind blades pursued relentlessly, twisting unnaturally in mid-air to continue their assault on him.

While plummeting, Uchiha Ci's mind raced furiously, realizing that continuing like this would only lead to certain death.

Although he knew Fire Release was the natural counter to Wind Release, the situation wasn't so simple.

Given Ebizō's unparalleled mastery over wind techniques and the sheer adaptability of Wind Blades, ordinary Fire Release techniques would be easily pierced.

To withstand such an attack, he needed an equally refined and extreme Fire Release technique.

A mad glint filled his serpentine eyes at this thought.

He dispersed the wind release technique from his hand, twisting his body mid-air to face the storm of wind blades.

With a flick of his index finger, the threads attached to the Kusanagi Sword on the ground pulled it spinning toward him.

Catching the blade in one hand, Uchiha Ci pressed its hilt against his chest. In an instant, searing flames of determination ignited along the sword, burning with an intense crimson light.

"Arghhhh!"

Channeling every last ounce of his chakra into Fire Release: Chakra Mode, he infused the scorching, heart-born flames entirely into the Kusanagi Sword.

Unlike before, when he would unleash dragon flames, forge giant swords, or manipulate retractable fire blades, this time, the fire was compressed entirely within the blade itself. Not a single spark escaped.

Gradually, the sword's surface burned white-hot, glowing incandescently.

Boom!

Having completed this transformation, Uchiha Ci plummeted into the desert below, crashing with such force that a towering cloud of sand rose into the air.

Moments later, the relentless barrage of wind blades descended.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Like machine gun fire, the blades shredded the area where Uchiha Ci had landed, covering the entire patch of desert with concentrated firepower.

"Die, you brat!"

Ebizō sneered viciously as he bellowed, his voice filled with triumph.

"In this storm of silent death, your fleeting life ends now!"

A suffocating tension engulfed the battlefield, with only the sound of wind blades piercing the desert echoing through the air.

Ebizō descended steadily, controlling the flow of air currents to slow his fall. Upon landing, he gasped for breath, sweat dripping from his wrinkled face.

Even for him, executing such an S-rank wind technique was taxing.

"Hah, I'm getting old… Only half my chakra remains, but it should be enough to break through this regeneration barrier and escape."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he waved his hand, using Wind Release: Turbulent Flow to disperse the lingering dust and sand from the attack.

He was certain the boy couldn't have survived.

After all, those weren't just raindrops; they were wind blades—sharper than knives. Surely, the brat had been reduced to pieces by now.

Yet, for caution's sake, he decided to confirm the result.

As the dust cleared under his wind, Ebizō's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief. His breathing froze.

"This… This is impossible!"

In the midst of the sandpit, within the torrential rain of wind blades, stood a blood-soaked youth.

Gripping a radiant sword as brilliant as the sun, Uchiha Ci danced through the storm, his movements relentless as he charged at Ebizō.

The white-hot blade cut massive arcs through the air, slicing through incoming wind blades like a hot knife through butter, shattering them into harmless gusts.

Yet, the relentless assault left bloodied holes riddling his body.

The crimson serpent-like Sharingan glared with an inhuman intensity, its vertical pupils eerily narrowed. His expression—a maddening blend of Orochimaru's cold apathy and deranged fervor—made him seem more beast than man.

Ebizō, overwhelmed by a fleeting glance from those piercing eyes, felt his heart seize violently, as though an invisible hand had gripped it mercilessly.

"Th-this… this isn't human!"

Panic set in as Ebizō realized the boy was closing the distance. He couldn't allow him to get any closer.

In a state of desperation, Ebizō bit his lip and pulled out a scroll from his waist pouch.

Biting his fingertip, he swiftly formed a series of seals: Boar-Dog-Bird-Monkey-Ram.

"Summoning Puppet Technique: Kinmatsu Three Brothers!"

With a loud bang, a puff of smoke revealed three emotionless puppets clad in robes adorned with the characters "Buddha," "Law," and "Monk."

Ebizō's expression darkened, his face adopting a fierce and unyielding demeanor.

"Three-Man Maneuver: Chaos Blade Dance!"

Ten chakra threads extended from his fingers, manipulating the three puppets.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The puppets unsheathed their blades and leaped toward Uchiha Ci.

Simultaneously, Ebizō began weaving hand seals amidst the puppets' assault. Gusts of wind surged around him as he transformed into a veritable turret of destruction.

"Wind Release: Great Vacuum Cannon!"

"Wind Release: Wind Blade!"

"Wind Release: Sickle Weasel Technique!"

Countless wind blades and compressed air blasts rained down, intertwining in a symphony of destruction.

This night of roaring wind blades reached a deafening crescendo.

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