Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: Ace
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Chapter Title: Clash with the Hyuga Brothers
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Hyuga Hizashi, locked in battle with the mysterious masked figure, felt that his prized Gentle Fist techniques were vanishing like a mud cow into the sea—utterly unable to inflict any real damage on the opponent.
After a mere dozen exchanges, Hizashi was already filled with dread, while his foe strolled casually along the top of the compound wall, parrying every attack with just one hand.
The bright moonlight gleamed coldly off the white three-eyed fox mask as the mysterious man seemed to appraise him thoughtfully.
Hyuga Hizashi activated his Byakugan, veins bulging around his temples as he tried to peer through the enemy's disguise.
But what he saw beneath that white three-eyed fox mask was an abyss of profound darkness that swallowed every gaze, sending an involuntary shudder through him!
An indescribable terror welled up unbidden, distracting Hizashi for a fatal instant.
Uzumaki Menma seized the opening. He clenched his fist with one hand, the punch whistling with a piercing shriek as it smashed into Hizashi's face, sending him tumbling off the wall.
Hizashi flipped once in midair, righted himself in a hurry, and staggered to a landing, cold sweat pouring down his back.
He looked up at the mysterious figure still standing atop the wall. Behind the mask, a pair of eyes seemed to be calmly scrutinizing him.
Whoosh—
At the critical moment, Hyuga Hiashi shot forward like a white falcon diving through the sky, launching a direct assault on the masked man atop the wall.
Hyuga Hizashi followed right behind. The brothers unleashed the Hyuga clan's Gentle Fist techniques, their flawless sibling synergy chaining together a barrage of combo strikes.
Hiashi pressed the frontal assault, chakra surging into his palms as he bellowed:
"Eight Trigrams! Sixty-Four Palms!"
At the same time, Hizashi caught on instantly. He shifted his stance to form a pincer with his brother, chakra gathering in his palms as his hands struck repeatedly:
"Eight Trigrams! Thirty-Two Palms!"
Their exquisite Gentle Fist combos wove a net of chakra, striking the mysterious masked man from both sides.
In an instant, three shadows flickered and clashed atop the wall. The colliding chakra whipped up fierce gusts of wind, forcing the surrounding Hyuga ninja to shield their faces with their sleeves as they struggled against the gale.
"Small Spiral Round Pill!"
Uzumaki Menma judged the moment ripe. His right hand formed a grip, condensing a black spiraling orb that he hurled straight at Hyuga Hizashi's momentary blind spot.
In that instant, a deathly sense of crisis engulfed Hyuga Hizashi.
Without a second's hesitation, Hizashi instinctively erupted the chakra inside him from his tenketsu points, forming a brilliant blue chakra vortex to shield himself.
"Eight Trigrams Palms! Rotation!"
Boom!
The Small Spiral Round Pill slammed head-on into Hizashi's Rotation. Its savage dark chakra tore through the defense, sending him flying backward with brutal force.
Splurt—
A gush of blood erupted from Hizashi's mouth, his body hurtling several meters away!
"Hizashi!"
Hiashi's anguished roar hadn't even faded when an icy voice rang in his ear.
"Your turn."
The mysterious masked man had somehow body-flickered right in front of Hiashi.
His hands brimmed with massive chakra, vaguely taking the form of ferocious lion heads.
"What! How did you—?" Hiashi's hairs stood on end as he tried to activate Rotation.
But the masked man's speed was even greater than before.
"Twin Lion Fists!"
Uzumaki Menma's fists lashed out, pounding heavily into Hyuga Hiashi's chest.
Hiashi plummeted from the high wall like a kite with its strings severed.
"Clan Head!"
The other Hyuga clan ninja rushed forward en masse, shielding their fallen leader in their midst.
A full moon hung high in the sky as Uzumaki Menma, wearing the white three-eyed fox mask, stood imposingly atop the Hyuga clan gates. Behind the mask, icy eyes seemed to scan the clan grounds.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Hyuga Hiashi struggled to his feet, his chest wound severe and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He stared up at the mysterious figure on the wall in shock and disbelief.
'Menma, tons of shinobi are rushing over fast.'
From within his fur collar, Little Nine-Tails nestled on Menma's shoulder, relaying the situation she'd sensed.