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191 Getting Killed Makes Me Stronger
🕑 Added 2025-12-10 06:08:00 +0000 UTC"Bzzzz…"
Miroku felt the earth trembling. Her beautiful eyes stared straight at the ground below.
A Buddha statue hundreds of meters tall pushed its way up from beneath the earth. Its hands were pressed together, and behind it were over a thousand gigantic Wood Release arms.
The pressure radiating from its body caused everyone who saw it to freeze, shocked to the core—what kind of power was this? It could actually create such a colossal being?
Above, the Daimyō of the Land of Fire, who moments ago was full of resentment toward Kairen, stopped shouting, staring blankly at the enormous Buddha.
Is this something humans can do?!
Kairen stood atop the wooden head of the Great Buddha, looking down at Kakuzu as he said softly,
"If you survive this move… I'll spare your life."
Kakuzu looked up at the sky-covering Great Buddha over 500 meters tall, completely stupefied. What had he done wrong?
Kairen wanted to use this kind of Sage Technique on him—couldn't they just play with ninjutsu like normal people?
Back then, Senju Hashirama had really just been toying with Kakuzu, and the fact that he escaped alive was thanks to Buddha's blessing.
Now, with Wood Release attacks this huge and dense, could he possibly block them?
"Run!"
Without another word, Kakuzu bolted, not even caring about his three remaining masks.
Kairen pressed his palms together. "True Several Thousand Hands—Attack!"
In an instant, 1000 giant wooden hands slammed downward.
"Rumble…"
Like a nuclear explosion, everything was instantly swallowed. The Daimyō's palace was smashed to pieces in moments.
The samurai of the inner city began gathering, but upon seeing the enraged Senju Buddha towering overhead, they fled as if their entire families had died.
In just a few breaths, endless clouds of dust rose from where the palace once stood.
Kairen wiped the edge of his blade, restoring his whole-body condition, then immediately cast a newly copied Wind Release suppression technique, blowing away all the dust in one breath.
In the center of the ruins, only he stood there.
Above, Kazahana Koyuki jumped up and down excitedly.
"Husband won! Husband won! My husband is the best!"
Miroku looked at the small Kairen. Who would have thought such a tiny body contained such overwhelming energy? If it were him, he should be able to deal with the demon Mōryō.
A thought formed in her heart—she hoped he would help her country, whether facing natural disasters or demonic calamities.
Most importantly, she had already reached the age to bear the next generation of priestess. She hoped to use his body to give birth to an excellent miko.
"Byakugan—open!"
Kairen activated the Byakugan and saw, hundreds of meters underground, a fast-moving shadow.
The moment the Great Buddha struck, Kakuzu had used his last remaining Earth Release heart to escape underground with Earth Release.
"This guy really is lucky," Kairen muttered.
Kakuzu had lost four hearts and was gravely weakened—Kairen could kill him anytime with a whim.
But Kairen shook his head. "Forget it."
He had said earlier that if Kakuzu survived the True Several Thousand Hands, he would spare him. As a big shot, he couldn't go back on his word.
Kairen's Byakugan then noticed many faint chakra signatures gathering toward the Daimyō's palace—around 200.
It was the samurai squad protecting the palace. Riding atop a warhorse, the general who had earlier led Kairen into the city emerged from the collapsed ruins.
He stared at Kairen—shirtless and standing in the plaza—with pure terror.
"W-What in the world happened? How did the palace end up like this?"
Kairen didn't answer and didn't care to. He just pointed at the Daimyō's family still bound by vines overhead.
"Your master is up there."
"Lord Daimyō!"
The general saw the Daimyō of the Land of Fire and immediately led the samurai to rescue him.
Kairen then put on the gray short coat tied around his waist, tidied his hair, and with a surge of chakra, refreshed his entire appearance.
Smiling lightly, he walked toward Miroku and Koyuki.
The little girl's eyes sparkled with uncontrollable joy. She hopped toward Kairen and threw herself into his arms like a little fish.
"Husband! Husband! I knew you were the best!"
Kairen smiled, then offered his cheek to Koyuki.
"Come on, kiss your husband."
Smack. Koyuki gave him a fragrant kiss.
Kairen then leaned toward Miroku.
"You come kiss me too."
Miroku turned away, ignoring his antics.
Koyuki, nestled in his arms, tugged Kairen's black hair and pouted.
"Husband! Husband! Don't pay attention to her. You can't casually flirt with other women."
Kairen pinched her little nose.
"You're already trying to control men at this age? Are you planning to leash me, Kairen, when you grow up?"
"Kairen?!"
Only now did Kairen realize Koyuki didn't even know his name—yet she had been calling him husband nonstop.
"I am named Moku Kairen. From now on, call me Kairen! If you keep calling me husband, people will think I'm a pervert."
"Got it. I'll call you Kairen." Koyuki said obediently.
Seeing how cute she was, Kairen gave her another kiss on her soft cheek.
Then Miroku tugged on Kairen's sleeve.
He turned to look in the direction she pointed. She said,
"You've offended the Daimyō's family. Life won't be easy from now on."
"No… you also killed the Daimyō's eldest son. Are you really not going to run? There are over one hundred thousand samurai troops stationed in this capital."
Kairen smiled. "Samurai swinging big swords at me? I could stand still and let them chop me day and night, they still couldn't kill me."
Samurai were symbols of the old nobility—followers of a decaying code.
The new generation of samurai was in the Land of Iron, combining chakra and blade techniques into a new style.
Koyuki also grew anxious, hugging Kairen tightly.
"Kairen, my father said the Daimyō of the Land of Fire is the most powerful person on the entire continent."
"You've angered him—hurry, escape to my country! It's a giant snowy mountain. Fire Country samurai can't find it."
Kairen pinched her tender little cheek.
"So rare for you to worry about me. Don't worry—even the Hokage of our village means nothing to me. What can ordinary people possibly do to harm me?"
Carrying Koyuki, Kairen walked upward, speaking with contempt,
"Come, I'll show you how the so-called most powerful ruler in this world grovels at my feet."
His figure slowly faded into the distance. Miroku pressed her palms together, quietly watching his departing back.
For some reason, she lifted her feet and slowly followed.
