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TSSITWON Chapter 244: Rain of Blood
🕑 Added 2025-04-08 11:29:30 +0000 UTCAoki appeared right in front of them, as fast as lightning slicing through the darkness of the night. The air suddenly roared, as if responding to Aoki's presence.
Aoki's sword moved in a horizontal swirl, so quickly that it formed a dazzling transparent circle—from which a storm of wind blades was born, sweeping forward with deadly speed.
The air split apart. Branches and leaves flew about. The ground was etched with swirling tracks. The sound of whistling wind transformed into a roar that tore through the silence of the night.
But Aoki was not done.
"Kaze no Kokyū: Go no kata: Kogarashi Oroshi (Breath of Wind: Fifth Form: Cold Mountain Wind)!"
Aoki's shout echoed into the sky, shaking the souls of anyone who heard it.
Aoki raised his sword high into the dark sky, his hair whipping wildly in the spiritual wind. The sky hissed softly. Then from the darkness, curved blades of wind slowly descended—growing larger and sharper—like scythes of death glimmering under the moonlight.
The Root ninjas stared up with wide eyes. Their fear could no longer be hidden—hands trembling as they tried to draw their swords, but their movements were too late... far too late.
In a single slash, their right hands were severed. The swords slipped from their grips. Chunks of flesh and bone were hurled to the ground along with a spray of blood that shot high, like a red fountain.
"AAAAARRGGHHHH!!"
Their screams pierced through the night forest, so loud that the night birds flew away in fear from their nests.
But Aoki... had already moved.
Now Aoki was right beneath them. Crouching. Calm. Silent. Aoki's eyes appeared empty, like clear glass reflecting nothing. As if there was no soul behind that gaze—only the emptiness of a killer who had shed all compassion.
Then Aoki took a deep, slow breath.
"Kaze no Kokyū: Shi no kata: Shōjō Sajinran (Breath of Wind: Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm)!"
The air around Aoki trembled. The ground beneath him churned, and a small whirlwind shot upward, spinning at a speed impossible for the naked eye to see. Dust and dry leaves were sucked in, then hurled back as fine, invisible blades.
The wind blades pierced through the bodies of the Root ninjas from below to above—they had no time to scream. Their bodies shook, lifted, and then began to tear apart. Flesh peeled away. Organs were thrown out. Bones shattered, jutting out, breaking in the air.
Body parts flew like rag dolls caught in a tornado.
The rain of blood fell heavily.
And in the midst of that rain stood Aoki.
Aoki's body stood in silence. His eyes remained fixed ahead. Aoki's face was wet with blood dripping slowly, where he lowered his chin and neck. But there was no expression. No flash of anger. No guilt. Just a piercing silence from Aoki's gaze.
Where Aoki stood like a shadow of death that had just completed its task.
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However—from behind the dark bushes—another ninja appeared.
The person's steps were quick. Their breath was so calm. Another Root ninja, wearing a wolf mask. The masked man saw Aoki standing in silence and immediately recognized the golden opportunity.
Without warning, the masked man shot forward. His movements were nearly silent. Aoki remained still, unaware of the impending danger.
As Aoki turned slowly, his eyes immediately caught a flash of light—too late.
"Kenjutsu: Ikareru Kaminari (Kenjutsu: Rampaging Lightning)!"
The masked sword struck the pool of blood soaking the ground. Instantly, a surge of lightning exploded from the blade, coursing through the blood, creating a flash of light that struck wildly.
The lightning struck Aoki's body mercilessly.
"Arrghhh!!"
Aoki screamed. His body convulsed, his muscles tensed violently. Pain burned through Aoki's nerves like thousands of needles piercing throughout his body. Aoki's knees nearly buckled, but he held on—though his entire body now trembled uncontrollably.
