NOVEL WEB Chapter 27: Chapter 27: How Dare You, Brat!
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Kamihane stood quietly amidst the trees. In the distance, the previously dominant Nine-Tails now lay in the palm of the Wooden Buddha Giant, resembling a small kitten.
Its eyes were closed, and its peaceful and docile demeanor made it seem as if it were asleep.
A gentle breeze passed, causing its orange fur to ripple like waves.
"From this angle, the Nine-Tails looks quite tame..." Kamihane's mind wandered with unfocused thoughts.
Although the target was right before his eyes, he still dared not act rashly.
It wasn't out of fear of the hidden Leaf shinobi behind him, but rather... the battle between Madara and Hashirama had yet to be decided.
The battle had already lasted for three days and three nights.
Kamihane wrinkled his nose. At some point, the forest had begun to fill with the fresh scent of soil, and the air grew increasingly humid.
He gently extended his palm, and a raindrop fell into it, shattering into a cool, crystalline spray.
It was raining.
"This time, it's your turn to fail."
Under the empty waterfall, Madara gasped for breath, wielding his fan and scythe, and looked at the equally exhausted figure across from him, a victorious smile playing on his lips.
Both of their chakra reserves were nearly depleted, their faces etched with weariness, their armor shattered beyond recognition, leaving them in a pitiful state.
Hashirama slightly raised his head, staring at his former "best friend." Whether due to excessive exhaustion or severe injuries, his eyes seemed somewhat unfocused.
Suddenly, the water beneath their feet rippled—Madara had moved!
Hashirama, reacting belatedly, raised his longsword and charged toward his opponent at the same speed. A flash of blade light, and their figures crossed and separated!
With a "splash," Hashirama plunged into the water, the spray scattering as he was struck in the abdomen.
Madara, however, remained standing. Turning his head, he saw the complex, unwilling look in Hashirama's eyes, and the smile on his face grew even more pronounced.
"This time, I'm the one standing, the opposite of before."
Lightning streaked across the sky, and countless raindrops fell from the heavens, "pitter-pattering" on their faces. The misty haze blurred their features.
Hashirama struggled to prop himself up, his gaze falling to the water's surface, staring expressionlessly at his own reflection, his lips moving:
"The dream has just been realized. I want to protect it. I can't let you..."
Madara chuckled softly, "You look quite despondent, Hashirama. Not giving up this time?"
"Thud!"
A blade pierced through his chest, exiting from his back and piercing his heart. Blood trickled down with the rain, quickly dyeing the water red.
Madara's eyes widened in shock as he stared blankly at the blade that had impaled him, his vision gradually blurring.
He turned his gaze in disbelief, looking at Hashirama behind him, then at the Wood Clone before him, his pupils contracting slightly.
"I... was stabbed in the back..."
From behind came Hashirama's low, weary voice:
"I will protect our... no, protect my village. No matter what happens, I still firmly believe that protecting the village means protecting people, protecting shinobi, and protecting children—whether they are my friends, brothers, or even my own children! Anyone who dares to oppose the village, I will never let them go!"
"You've changed... Hashirama." Madara's pupils trembled as he weakly knelt down.
Hashirama looked down at him indifferently, his calm eyes devoid of emotion. Something called "friendship" was slowly unraveling and disappearing.
"You've got your priorities wrong. One day, this will become the village's... darkness."
With a "thud," Madara collapsed to the ground, just as Hashirama had moments before. He closed his eyes, and his breath ceased.
Uchiha Madara had fallen!
Hashirama looked up at the sky, the entire night reflected in his pupils. Under the faint moonlight, it seemed as if all the raindrops were falling from a single point in the sky, destined to land in his eyes.
"You can use Wood Release, so the village will be called Konoha..."
"You can use Fire Release, so the leader will be named Hokage..."
He suddenly felt very cold, his vision blurring. An overwhelming wave of exhaustion, like a floodgate opening, swept over his entire body. He could no longer hold on, allowing the fatigue to consume him as he collapsed beside Madara's lifeless body.
...
Half a minute later, a young man silently appeared on the other side of the waterfall.
With clear eyebrows and handsome features, eyes like black jade, it was none other than Kamihane.
He walked step by step towards the two, gazing deeply at the corpse of Uchiha Madara. The heavy rain poured like a curtain, yet his face showed neither joy nor sorrow.
After an unknown amount of time, his gaze fell upon Hashirama. He hooked the scythe with his foot, raised it high, and aimed it at Hashirama's head.
Under the cold moonlight, the blade glowed with a piercing, icy light.
"Farewell... God of Shinobi!"
The guillotine-like judgment was about to fall when suddenly, an enraged roar erupted from the forest:
"How dare you, brat!"
The sound of the wind was piercing as a Fūma Shuriken shot through the air, "Ding!" Sparks flew as Kamihane's scythe was knocked aside.
Immediately after, a man rushed towards Kamihane with lightning speed, a kunai slicing through the air with a cold arc.
"Who are you?"
Kamihane saw the man's face clearly, leaned back slightly, and easily avoided the attack, but was also forced to retreat.
"My name is Sarutobi Sasuke!" the man declared with a deep shout, announcing his name.
Kamihane nodded slightly, "Hmph, the current head of the Sarutobi clan, right?"
"I know you too!" the man pulled out a scroll from behind, his gaze icy.
"Uchiha Kamihane, the traitor who followed Uchiha Madara and defected from Konoha five years ago. Your hands are stained with 22 lives, including 16 jōnin, 2 special jōnin, and 4 chūnin! The Senju, Sarutobi, Shimura, and even your own Uchiha clan have suffered casualties. On the night of your defection, you stole forbidden technique scrolls and destroyed countless village properties... Your crimes are too numerous to mention!"
As he spoke, over a dozen Konoha shinobi emerged from the forest, surrounding Kamihane. Their auras were calm and collected, all at the jōnin level!
Kamihane glanced around indifferently, picked his ear, and said flippantly, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have known I was so impressive back then."
"Arrogant! With me here today, you won't harm the village even a single hair!" Sarutobi Sasuke roared.
That night years ago, he had been away on a mission. As one of the founders of Konoha, he had been entrusted with important responsibilities by Lord Hashirama, yet such a tragedy had occurred. He had always considered it a disgrace.
This young man before him had become a thorn in his heart.
Today, no matter what, he would settle things here!
As he thought this, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Relying on years of combat experience and instinctive danger sense, he immediately lowered his head.
"Swish!"
A blade flashed horizontally, and a small tuft of hair fell in the wind and rain.
"You!" He was stunned. The attacker was actually one of his own comrades.
However, this comrade's eyes were lifeless, his expression blank, like a puppet being controlled at will. Sarutobi Sasuke immediately understood—it was a genjutsu!
"Damn it!" he shouted in warning, "Don't look into his eyes!"
Years of combat experience had taught him the habit of not looking into an enemy's eyes during battle, which was why he hadn't noticed that Kamihane's eyes had quietly turned a bloody red.
But his warning came too late. A series of muffled groans and the sound of blades piercing flesh reached his ears. By the time he subdued his comrade, the area was already littered with casualties.
These shinobi were actually of very high caliber, with some having fought against the Uchiha clan before and knowing not to look directly into their Sharingan. Yet, they couldn't escape the blades of their own comrades.
In short, only a mere four shinobi, like Sarutobi Sasuke, remained unafflicted by the genjutsu and survived the ambush.
"Not good!" Sarutobi Sasuke suddenly realized something, his face twisting in horror. He reached out towards Kamihane, his eyes wide with fury, "Stop!!"
The shinobi controlled by the genjutsu, seeing that they couldn't succeed, all drew their swords and committed seppuku without a moment's hesitation!
In an instant, the situation reversed, and blood flowed everywhere!
The few who survived by luck immediately gathered around Sarutobi Sasuke, facing the boy they couldn't look directly at, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood today. I'm not usually like this."
Kamihane stood there as calmly as ever, a dark and cold aura slowly flowing around him. Everyone couldn't help but shiver, feeling that this rainy night was exceptionally desolate.
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