"Amegakure’s demon brat! Die for me!" Yoru’s voice was hoarse and broken.
The kunai in his hand stabbed fiercely towards Haruki’s neck. The air in front of Haruki instantly crumpled like a canvas being kneaded by an invisible hand.
A viscous purple vortex appeared out of thin air. Time seemed to stretch at this moment.
A hand slowly extended from the center of the vortex. It was a hand covered in irregular stitches. This hand landed directly on Yoru’s head.
A figure, or more precisely, a being with a human form, slowly revealed its full silhouette from the deep purple vortex.
He looked like a pale, thin youth, with messy, light blue-grey long hair sticking up. On that face, which should have belonged to a human youth, centipede-like stitches ran across his entire face, as if roughly sewing a face together.
His pupils expanded with excitement, devoid of any tyrannical killing intent, only a pure, chilling, childlike wonder and joy.
"Can I kill him?" Mahito tilted his head innocently towards Haruki.
"Of course, anyone with this mark on their head can be killed." Haruki pointed at Yoru’s forehead protector.
"That’s great!" Mahito chuckled.
[System detected Yoru’s fear value +5000.]
[Your Cursed Spirit Hanami’s rank has increased to 34%.]
Yoru’s movements froze. All the blood in his body seemed to be frozen. A terrifying grip seized him. He couldn’t even turn his eyeballs to look at the owner of that hand.
"Oh... How interesting. A soul is collapsing..."
Mahito’s face held a pure joy, like a child discovering a new toy.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull burst.
Like a ripe watermelon being smashed onto the floor with full force by a mischievous child, Yoru’s head exploded without warning.
Violently splattering!
He took a deep breath, grateful that Rika had increased his tolerance limit.
Mahito tilted his head slightly, letting the red and white mixture slowly slide down his cheek.
He raised the hand that had just exploded the head and was covered in blood, brought it to his eyes, and examined it with interest.
"So interesting!" Mahito’s voice trembled with excitement.
His pupils sparkled on his blood-stained face.
"If it’s interesting, go play." Haruki urged, waving at Mahito.
Anyway, the emotions the Sunagakure ninjas generated towards Mahito would be fed back to Haruki. Haruki felt that Mahito must be a genius in collecting emotional value.
Mahito showed an extremely satisfied smile. He leaped high, letting out a cheer in the air, his gaze searching the ruins for humans with special markings.
Mahito’s pupils shimmered with sparkling light, and he suddenly appeared in front of a Sunagakure ninjas.
The Sunagakure ninja was stunned.
Mahito’s hand brushed over the Sunagakure ninja’s arm.
Explosions followed one after another.
[System detected Sunagakure Ninja A’s fear value +3000.]
[System detected Sunagakure Ninja B’s fear value +3000.]
[Your Cursed Spirit Hanami’s rank has increased to 40%.]
With such uniform fear values, Haruki knew without thinking that Mahito had created another grand scene.
[System detected Sunagakure Ninja C’s killing intent value +3000.]
[Your Cursed Spirit Sukuna’s rank has increased to 58.6%.]
The system’s prompt sounded in Haruki’s mind. At the same time, a sharp gust of wind suddenly erupted from the shadow behind Haruki without warning. The target was Haruki’s back.
A poisoned kunai fiercely stabbed into the long sword in Haruki’s hand. The kunai scraped across the blade of the long sword, producing a shower of sparks and a sharp metallic screech.
The Sunagakure ninja was lean, with a black mask on his face, and his exposed eyes flickered with a venomous chill like a snake. A hint of surprise flashed quickly in his pupils.
He hadn’t expected this brat who raised monsters to be able to block his sneak attack.
The Sunagakure ninja reacted swiftly, twisting his wrist, and the kunai suddenly stabbed towards Haruki’s neck from another direction.
Crisp, dense clanging of metal exploded like a sudden downpour.
The Sunagakure ninja’s pupils constricted. His attacks had all been neutralized by the brat in front of him.
How was this possible?
The more the Sunagakure ninja fought, the more his heart trembled with fear. This brat’s taijutsu and kenjutsu were nothing like a child’s.
Even more terrifying, he was learning during the battle. His sword became faster and faster, dazzling him.
If this continued, this brat’s taijutsu would only get stronger. Realizing this, he suddenly leaped back to create distance, instantly forming hand signs with both hands.
Chakra furiously gathered in his mouth, and the surrounding air instantly became dry and scorching hot.
He had to kill this brat here. He absolutely could not allow the monster of Amegakure to continue growing.
[System detected Sunagakure Ninja C’s killing intent value +3000.]
[Your Cursed Spirit Sukuna’s rank has increased to 58.9%.]
Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!
A scorching, gigantic orange-red fireball, carrying high temperatures that distorted the air, roared as it tore through the air, shooting towards Haruki.
Before the fireball arrived, the scorching heatwave already assaulted him, and the space in front of Haruki was distorted by the heat.
Haruki suddenly thrust his long sword back into its scabbard at his waist, rapidly forming hand signs.
Water Release: Great Waterfall Jutsu!
Waves suddenly surged at his feet. Giant waves rolled up, like a waterfall descending from the sky, blocking Haruki’s path.
The fireball collided with the waterfall. Thick white mist instantly engulfed Haruki and the Sunagakure ninja’s figures.
The Sunagakure ninja’s figure moved rapidly through the mist. He sped towards the figure standing motionless in the mist. A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.
So what if he was a genius?
The gap in combat experience could not be bridged even by a genius.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Haruki. A gleam of killing intent burst from his eyes. He raised the kunai in his hand high and stabbed towards Haruki’s neck.
Right at that moment, his vision blurred, and a visible, eerie white cold air blew out from Haruki’s mouth.
The air seemed to freeze. A thin layer of white frost instantly condensed on the kunai in the Sunagakure ninja’s hand.
The white frost spread rapidly, climbing from the kunai onto the Sunagakure ninja’s hand, and then extending from his hand to his cheek.
The Sunagakure ninja’s eyes widened, staring intently at Haruki.
[System detected Sunagakure Ninja C’s hatred value +3000.]
[Your Cursed Spirit Mahito’s rank has increased to 26%.]
White frost covered the Sunagakure ninja’s eyeballs. His blood congealed, and his heart slowly stopped beating.
The mist was quickly dispersed by the strong winds of the desert, and Haruki turned around, a scene of chaos appearing before his eyes.