ocean-life Chapter 358 A Gift from Another World... Just kidding, you illusion boy
Chapter 358 A Gift from Another World... Just kidding, you illusion boy
Chapter 358 A Gift from Another World... Just kidding, you illusion boy
A swarm of shadow clones swept in, but Menma's face still held a contemptuous smile. On that face, which was extremely similar to Naruto's, there was not a trace of tension.
He snorted coldly, clearly not intending to waste any more time on these small fry.
Suddenly, Muma crossed his hands in front of his chest, forming a mudra, and his finger shadows quickly changed into the "Yin" mudra.
At the same time, he chanted softly, "Nine-faced Suvaha!"
"Blue, White, Vermilion, Black, Void, South, North, Three Jade!"
"Nine-Faced Beast!"
As the last syllable fell, nine enormous circular magic circles suddenly lit up in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, seven enormous figures, each with a different form but equally imposing presence, roared out from the magic array.
Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Golden Snake, Southern Dipper Immortal, Northern Dipper Immortal, Celestial Maiden!
Including the previously summoned Death God and Xuanwu, there are a total of nine summoned beasts, completing the Nine-Faced Supo's Words!
Moreover, without exception, the faces of these spirit beasts are covered with a strange fox mask with three eyes.
The colossal body of the nine-headed beast obscured half the sky, and nine distinct yet equally terrifying pressures converged, crushing down like a tangible object, making the air heavy.
"Tear them apart!"
With a cold and agitated expression, he gave the order.
Before he finished speaking, Mianma's figure rose from the ground and floated slowly into the air as if it were weightless.
He looked down over the entire battlefield, and the nine psychic beasts roared in unison, fiercely charging into a group of shadow clones.
They are integrated in offense and defense, cooperating so well that they are like a single entity, turning the battle into a one-sided massacre.
Faced with this overwhelming group power, Naruto's shadow clones were as fragile as paper, utterly vulnerable.
boom! boom! boom!
The continuous white smoke and explosions made the entire battlefield resemble a summer festival with firecrackers going off.
Amidst the billowing smoke, countless golden figures rapidly diminished at a visible speed.
Mianma coldly watched the inevitable massacre below.
His summoned beasts swept away the shadow clones like harvesting wheat.
However, Menma's gaze was more focused on the two figures at the edge of the battlefield who had never joined the fray.
One of them was kneeling on one knee, his face pale. It was "White Fang". He seemed to have temporarily lost his fighting ability due to overuse of his eye power.
The other person was wearing a cat-face mask and stood quietly in place after rescuing Xiang, without moving.
At this moment, White Fang struggled to his feet, but was too weak to fight any longer.
The cat-faced figure in the shadows seemed to have transformed into a statue, standing quietly in place, leaving one unable to fathom what it was waiting for.
Everything is going too smoothly?
Menma frowned. The illusions of the Cat Face Anbu were clearly so troublesome, yet they chose to remain inactive?
White Fang may seem exhausted, but with his strength, would he fall down so easily?
An unease rose in Mianma's heart. The two people's unusually quiet reactions were out of place with the intense battle in front of him, making him instinctively uneasy.
However, this slight doubt was quickly suppressed by his almost arrogant confidence.
Indeed, he possesses absolute power enough to crush everyone present, and he holds an ultimate trump card that can overturn everything.
In the face of absolute power, any scheme is nothing but a futile struggle.
"Your strength is not bad."
The voice of the masked man came from mid-air, cold and arrogant, as if he were making a final judgment on his prey from above.
It is truly commendable that I was forced to use the Nine-Faced Su Po's words.
"What a pity." Menma's tone suddenly changed, and he said coldly, "You ran into me."
The moment the words left his mouth, Mianma slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide.
A surge of destructive and ominous chakra frantically gathered and compressed in his palm.
A deep purple light flashed between his fingers, and then a purple energy ball floated above his palm.
The energy sphere, resembling a miniature purple crescent moon, began to spin rapidly. Chakra surged violently within the sphere, and layers of light halos raced across its surface, each rotation leaving a deep, eerie trail of light.
The air around the sphere was torn apart by the extreme force, emitting a dangerous buzzing sound.
This is precisely—the Great Spiral Wheel!
Mianma stared at the purple orb of light surging with destructive energy in his palm, a confident sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, he was certain that no matter what White Fang and that ANBU were plotting, no matter how many clones that blond brat had left, they would all be reduced to nothing by this one move.
"This is a gift from another world—"
His gaze suddenly turned cold, and he flicked his wrist slightly.
"Let it perish here."
In an instant, the purple spiral wheel containing destructive power detached from his palm and slowly drifted down to the ground.
ended.
Mianma narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he could already see everything below turn to dust and vanish into nothingness.
"Indeed, it's time to end this."
A calm voice suddenly rang out.
Mianma's pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could react, everything in front of him underwent a dramatic change.
Immediately afterward, Menma felt dizzy and the world seemed to collapse in an instant.
The scenes of Konoha's streets burst and vanished silently, like bubbles under the sunlight.
The nine imposing and powerful spirit beasts vanished like a mirage, leaving no trace.
Even the Great Spiral Wheel that Menma had just cast, which was said to be able to end everything, vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.
When his senses returned to normal, he was shocked to find himself in a completely unfamiliar environment.
The surrounding area was no longer the streets and alleys of Konoha Village, but a quiet and secluded forest, with towering giant trees standing all around.
They had already left Konoha's territory, and they had done so without Menma noticing at all.
Mianma stood there dumbfounded, feeling a complete blank in her mind.
A strong sense of astonishment and absurdity instantly overwhelmed his thoughts.
This is where?
What just happened?
What about Konoha?
What about the battle?
Where did my summoned beast go?
Where is the giant spiral wheel?!
A series of questions exploded in his mind, but he had no clue what to do.
One second ago, he was soaring high in the sky, wielding world-destroying power, looking down at his opponents who were about to be crushed to pieces.
The next second, he appeared in this unfamiliar forest, and all the summoned beasts and spells had vanished without a trace.
This complete subversion of perception and reality brings not only confusion, but also a chilling sense of unease.
Mianma suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on what was in front of him.
In the center of the open space, a figure stood quietly.
He was still wearing the standard equipment of the Hidden Leaf Village's Anbu, and the red inverted triangle cat face mask on his face made him look even more mysterious.
He just stood there quietly, without moving.
However, in Menma's eyes at this moment, this standing figure seemed to have merged into the surrounding forest, transforming into the most unfathomable nightmare.
Was it his illusion? When did it start? Could the battle just now have been fake too?
No, that's impossible. Those chakra fluctuations and traces left from the battle are real.
At what point exactly did it begin—?
Mianma felt his heart pounding uncontrollably, and an unprecedented sense of horror crept up his spine.
He even began to doubt whether the dark side of the cat-face in front of him was still part of the illusion, and whether he was still trapped in a deeper illusion and had not broken free.
Mianma was both shocked and furious, with an indescribable fear surging deep within him. Who exactly was this guy, that he possessed such terrifying illusion magic?
The ANBU member wearing the cat-face mask was none other than Uchiha Itachi, who happened to be passing by.
"Should we continue?"
Itachi Uchiha's calm and composed voice rang out, reaching Menma's ears through the mask.
At this moment, Itachi did not draw his sword, nor did he adopt any attack stance, but his calm and composed aura itself was like an invisible blade, making Menma feel suffocated.
His face was numb and his body was stiff in place, not daring to move even a finger.
Cold sweat silently soaked through his back.
He was confident in his strength and had seen countless bloodline limits and forbidden techniques, but he had never imagined that such terrifying illusions existed in the world.
His confidence crumbled in an instant, replaced by a deep-seated fear.
However, at the critical moment when Mianma lost his composure and all his defenses were compromised, he was completely off guard.
"You bastard!"
A furious roar filled with boundless rage exploded behind him!
Immediately afterward, a figure enveloped in surging golden chakra burst forth from behind Menma—it was Naruto!
Naruto's entire body was enveloped in boiling, burning golden chakra.
Menma had not yet fully recovered from the shock of the illusion, and her body froze, leaving her no time to dodge.
In the next instant, Naruto was already right in front of him!
How dare you!
Naruto roared, his right hand suddenly reaching out and grabbing Menma's collar tightly.
"You're attacking the incense?!"
Before he could finish speaking, Naruto clenched his left fist, and a surge of golden chakra gathered at the tip of his fist, striking Menma's face, which bore a striking resemblance to his own.
boom!
A dull thud echoed through the quiet forest.
Mianma felt an irresistible force slam into his face, and stars immediately flashed before his eyes.
The strong smell of rust instantly filled his mouth and nose.
Half of his cheek swelled up at a visible speed, and his mouth was cracked, oozing glaring blood.
My face went numb, my brain was buzzing, and my vision blurred for a moment.
Naruto was breathing heavily, glaring angrily at Menma, his eyes burning with fury.
"This punch is on behalf of Xiang, returning the favor!"
His left cheek was swollen and he looked extremely disheveled.
However, there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.
Mianma suddenly turned his head to the side and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground: "If it weren't for that guy helping you, would someone like you even dare to touch a hair on my head? Heh—heh heh."
Menma chuckled softly, saying viciously, "A piece of trash who only stands here because of others' help dares to throw a punch at me? Besides hiding behind others and that naive, disgusting smile, what else do you have left?"
"Is it power, or cunning? I felt nauseous the moment I first saw you!"
"With your kind of behavior?"
"Why should I?!"
"Why are you able to laugh?"
"Why are you so popular with so many people?"
Every roar from Menma struck Naruto's heart like a slap in the face.
Naruto's initially raging anger gradually cooled down amidst Menma's hysterical roars, and a complex emotion, unlike anything he had ever felt before, welled up deep within him.
He suddenly realized something and stared blankly at the "other me" in front of him who looked exactly like him, yet seemed to have crawled out of the abyss of darkness.
"I do not understand----"
Naruto's voice lowered.
Why do you hate me so much?
"We are clearly—"
He paused, seemingly unable to find the right words to describe this absurd relationship.
"You clearly have everything—"
Naruto looked up and met Masaru's hateful black eyes, while his own eyes were filled with incomprehensible confusion.
"You have your parents, they're right here beside you. They love you, they care about you, they worry about you—aren't these the most precious things? Why don't you cherish them?"
"cherish?"
Menma seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, letting out a piercing, eerie laugh: "I don't have a heroic father like yours, the Fourth Hokage! Faced with those despicable guys, he would only back down and tell me to let it go!"
The deep-seated hatred in Menma's eyes pierced Naruto's heart like a sharp thorn.
"But—they're with you!"
Naruto slowly began, "My parents sacrificed themselves on the night I was born to protect the village and to protect me, who was just born."
"I've been an orphan since I can remember. I don't know what it feels like to be held by my parents, I don't know what their food tastes like, and I don't even know what they look like."
Naruto tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to force a smile, but it looked worse than a grimace.
He felt a lump in his throat and his eyes involuntarily reddened, but he still tried to raise the corners of his mouth.
"The son of a hero?"
"I would rather they weren't heroes, I just wish they could stay with me as ordinary mom and dad. Only in my dreams can I occasionally see them and talk to them—even knowing they have a more outstanding son—the one you think of as my brother."
The wind in the forest seemed to stand still at that moment.
The resentment and mockery on Mianma's face froze instantly.
He stood there blankly, his swollen face showing a dazed expression.
Naruto's words struck Menma's heart like a heavy hammer.
What did he say?
Did your parents sacrifice themselves?
On the very day he was born?
At this moment, the "other me" that Menma had always known, hated, and envied was now in a completely different state from the reality before her.
He always thought that Naruto had everything he could ever dream of.
A heroic father.
He grew up under his father's protection.
No one dared to speak ill of another's identity as a Jinchūriki.
That's why Naruto has such a sunny personality.
That's why he hated it; he was resentful; jealousy drives people mad.
However, Naruto now tells him that Naruto actually has nothing.
What he thought Naruto possessed was exactly what Naruto desired.
He himself possessed far more than Naruto.
"I----"
Mianma opened his mouth, but found that his throat was blocked and he couldn't utter a single syllable.
He stared blankly at the blond boy in front of him, seeing the same loneliness and longing in the boy's eyes as he himself.
silent.