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Kenichi moved through the battlefield in a single direction, engaging any enemies he encountered head-on.
But his combat style was still too basic.
Against seasoned Jōnin, his lack of refined techniques became painfully obvious.
Yet, what he lacked in skill, he made up for in sheer resilience.
A sword pierced his throat? He retaliated with a point-blank Fire Dragon Bullet, reducing his attacker to charcoal.
A kunai embedded in his heart? He kept fighting, exchanging blow for blow until his enemies collapsed in fear.
Even as his enemies lay dying, their final thoughts were ones of pure confusion.
"Why… why won't he die…?"
Kenichi, however, didn't care.
"Siha~! Damn, that hurts!"
Perched atop a tree, Kenichi grimaced, threading a needle through his skin as he stitched up his abdominal wound.
Technically, he didn't need to—his Evil God's Immortal Body would heal it eventually.
But suturing sped up the process, and he hated waiting around.
His body might be immortal, but his pain tolerance was still human.
"Hey kid, you're really something else."
Huang Ryome sat on his shoulder, chain-smoking as he watched the process in disbelief.
"You've survived fatal injuries multiple times. How the hell do you do that?"
Kenichi shrugged, biting the thread before slicing off the excess with a kunai.
"It's my special physique."
He flexed his fingers experimentally, ensuring his movements weren't hindered.
"As long as I'm not vaporized instantly, most fatal wounds won't kill me. And if nothing else, my lifespan is way longer than a normal human's."
Huang Ryome exhaled a cloud of smoke, his beady eyes glinting with intrigue.
"That's insane. If you can live long enough, you'll definitely master our clan's Sage Jutsu."
Kenichi grinned.
"That's the plan."
He stood, ignoring the dull ache coursing through his battered body.
Though pain still registered, he could endure far more than an average shinobi.
"Maybe that's another perk of the Evil God's Immortal Body."
"Alright, let's move."
Huang Ryome narrowed his eyes.
"Are you sure? You look like a mess."
Kenichi rolled his shoulders, wincing slightly.
"I'll be fine. These injuries won't affect my combat ability."
Huang Ryome sighed, tapping his pipe against the tree bark.
"You've almost accumulated enough battle experience. If you keep pushing yourself, you're just being reckless now."
Kenichi hesitated.
"…So you're saying we should go back?"
"Yeah, we shou—"
Huang Ryome's ears twitched suddenly.
His body tensed, his posture instantly alert.
"Wait."
His small eyes sharpened, scanning the distance.
Kenichi immediately picked up on his shift in demeanor.
"What is it?"
"There's a battle happening nearby. A big one."
Kenichi's interest piqued.
"Big? Like… how big?"
Huang Ryome's whiskers twitched.
"Stronger than any opponent you've faced so far."
Kenichi's eyes widened.
"Stronger than any opponent I've faced…?!"
Up until now, his toughest enemy had been a Jōnin from Iwagakure—a shinobi who had vastly outclassed him in experience and technique.
If this battle featured someone even stronger…
"Could it be a Kage-level fighter?"
Huang Ryome shrugged.
"Not sure. You wanna check it out?"
Kenichi didn't hesitate.
"Of course."
Guided by Huang Ryome, Kenichi approached the battlefield with cautious steps.
The sound of jutsu clashing grew louder.
Then—
"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet!"
Kenichi's heart pounded as he spotted the battlefield.
A torrent of water shaped like a dragon tore through the air, crashing violently into a group of shinobi.
His eyes locked onto the scene—
A single white-haired ninja was surrounded by at least twenty Kumogakure shinobi.
And that white-haired ninja was—
"That's Senju Tobirama!"
Kenichi's mind raced.
White fur collar.
Blue armor.
Red markings on the face.
Sharp, unwavering gaze.
This was Second Hokage Senju Tobirama, the man who had inherited Konoha after Hashirama's death.
A legendary figure—someone he had only ever seen in anime and games.
And yet, here he was—in real life.
Kenichi's hands clenched into fists.
"This is the battle where he sacrifices himself."
Tobirama fought ferociously, but Kenichi could tell—
He was nearing his limit.
"He's losing momentum."
Huang Ryome nodded grimly.
"Yeah. He's badly injured and running on fumes."
Kenichi's stomach churned.
"He's fighting with the determination to die."
That meant the Golden and Silver Brothers—Kinkaku and Ginkaku—would arrive soon.
When they did, Tobirama would be doomed.
Kenichi's mind whirred with possibilities.
Could he interfere?
Would it even make a difference?
Huang Ryome glanced at Kenichi.
"What are you planning?"
Kenichi smirked.
"For now? Just watching."
Then, after a moment—
"Ryome, I need a favor."
Huang Ryome raised an eyebrow.
"A favor?"
Kenichi grinned.
"Cast a Genjutsu on me. Something simple—just enough to conceal my real identity."
The weasel narrowed his eyes, then smirked.
"Ah… you're planning something, aren't you?"
Kenichi laughed lightly.
"Yeah. I want to see what happens if Tobirama survives."
Huang Ryome grinned wickedly.
"You're a sly one, kid. Fine, I'll do it."
Kenichi activated his Transformation Jutsu, altering his appearance.
His hair darkened into spiky black.
His eyes turned crimson, resembling the Sharingan.
His facial features sharpened, exuding a cold, elite air.
A face eerily familiar.
One that didn't exist yet.
But if someone from the future saw him, they'd instantly recognize it.
"Uchiha Sasuke… no, in this era, I look more like Uchiha Izuna."
Kenichi's smirk deepened.
"Alright. Let's have some fun."
End of the Chapter.
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