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ASFUCITWON Chapter 24: Yamata-no-Orochi
🕑 Added 2024-11-10 14:03:03 +0000 UTCHowever, after witnessing the spirit of the young man and the rare talent that Keito displayed in mastering Fuinjutsu, Keito couldn't resist the urge to accelerate Reiji's learning.
Keito knew that Reiji's development in Fuinjutsu could bring great benefits to the Uzushio Village, especially as the threat of the Second Ninja World War became increasingly real.
Keito realized that time was running out, and soon war would strike their village.
Hope and fear mingled in Keito's chest—hope that Reiji could become a strong protector for Uzushio, but also the worry that this journey would demand more than what a child of his age could bear.
In the silence of that evening, Keito promised himself that he would protect Reiji from the shadows, even if it meant risking everything.
After his meeting with Keito, Reiji hurried home.
The sky was dark when Reiji entered the house, and the night air brought a strange tranquility.
After hanging up his cloak, Reiji decided to recharge by having a simple dinner.
Once he finished eating, Reiji walked into the living room, feeling the quiet atmosphere enveloping the room.
Sitting cross-legged, Reiji calmed his body, preparing to do something to feel the flow of chakra.
Reiji closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
Each breath flowed gently, centering his awareness inward.
Reiji repeated this over and over, allowing each exhale to take his thoughts deeper, becoming more tranquil… until he unconsciously drifted into his subconscious.
“This is…” Reiji gasped, opening his eyes to gaze around in awe.
At this moment, Reiji was no longer in the living room, but in an empty subconscious space—a boundless room, devoid of shadows, and only cold white in color.
The silence here was deafening, and the aura of emptiness enveloped Reiji like a heavy blanket.
Memories of his past surfaced; when Reiji was still the strongest shaman in Japan, his subconscious was vast, full of color and energy.
Now, here there was only emptiness, without any elements or signs of life—there wasn't even anything Reiji had ever possessed.
As Reiji observed this room in confusion, suddenly, a low growl echoed.
The sound, filled with anger and wild power, vibrated through the empty space, piercing the tension.
“Grrrr…” The sound grew louder, and Reiji felt the hairs on his neck stand up.
Reiji sharpened his gaze, his body tense, ready to face whatever lay behind the sound. He turned to face the source of the noise.
“You!” The voice echoed throughout the subconscious, sharp and filled with rage, as if it came from depths never reached by humans.
Reiji felt his breath catch as he saw the creature appear before him—a being resembling a dragon with an extraordinary aura of anger.
The creature's body was a dark bluish color, large like a giant wild cat, but with eight heads overlapping each other.
Its glowing red eyes conveyed deep hatred, while its large, spiky bat-like wings flapped with a menacing grace.
Reiji stared at the creature with an unwavering gaze.
“Yamata-no-Orochi!” Reiji shouted, his voice filled with tension and suppressed anger.
This was an entity that reminded Reiji of his past, a figure that should have long been forgotten.
“Human!” Yamata-no-Orochi growled, and each sound it made resonated with power throughout the room.
Its blazing red eyes locked onto Reiji, radiating a vengeance that seemed deeply rooted.
“Damn it! How could you be here!” Reiji growled with an angry expression, his eyes narrowing sharply at Yamata-no-Orochi, the eight-headed dragon confronting him.
The atmosphere in this quiet subconscious space instantly became charged with overflowing tension.
