vncnus Chapter 101 Thank you for your gift, Kakashi!
Chapter 101 Thank you for your gift, Kakashi!
Chapter 101 Thank you for your gift, Kakashi!
After the others left, the room became quiet, with only the low murmur of the wind and snow outside the window.
Izumi gently brushed across Yuki's forehead, the chakra in his palm seeping into her body as softly as flowing water.
The little girl's eyelids twitched slightly a few times, her breathing quickly became even and long, and she fell into a peaceful, infant-like sleep.
He carefully placed her on the soft couch beside him and pulled a blanket over her.
"Lord Izumikawa!"
Momona's voice suddenly rang out, filled with barely suppressed excitement.
With her eyes closed and her hands clasped in front of her, Kagura's Mind's Eye perception was already fully extended, like an invisible net covering the entire land of the Snow Country.
"I can sense Kakashi's chakra!"
Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were carefully discerning something, and she kept reporting the information she had sensed: "It's in the southeast direction, about half a day's journey from Daming Prefecture."
"He's traveling alone, at a slow pace, probably on foot. His chakra level is stable, showing no signs of fighting."
The veins around Izumi's right eye bulged instantly, and his Byakugan activated.
His gaze pierced through layers of walls, across the swirling snow, over the continuous mountain ridges and ice fields, and looked into the distance in the direction Momona had indicated.
In the white world, everything was blurred into a hazy outline, except for the outline of Kakashi's chakra, which was as clear as a lamp in the dark.
Izumi's lips slowly curled up.
I've finally waited for you.
My darling!
He slowly rose, his hands forming a mudra, and his stark white bones burst forth from his body.
Like Yamato Nagi's clone technique, it rapidly grew on his body.
The bone structure intertwined layer upon layer, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a physical clone that was indistinguishable from his own appearance.
The clone moved its wrist, the bones making a soft clicking sound, then looked at the main body and nodded slightly.
"I'll leave this place to you."
"Izumi said in a deep voice," the clone said, not answering but simply nodding.
As an avatar, it knew everything about Izumi River, even itself, and naturally understood what to do.
The next moment, Izumi's figure flashed and disappeared from the windowsill.
A gust of cold wind, carrying fine snowflakes, rushed in through the window, causing the curtains to flutter up and swirling up a flurry of snowflakes.
Momona quickly reached out and closed the window, looking out through the glass.
Under the snow-covered sky, a figure covered in white bones streaked across the swirling snow, speeding towards the southeast.
It moved incredibly fast, turning into a tiny white dot in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the vast expanse of sky and earth.
Momona leaned against the window, watching the figure grow ever more distant, and couldn't help but mutter softly, "The master seems—to be very happy."
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Neji, standing quietly by the window, remained silent, his white eyes also gazing into the distance, lost in thought.
At the exit of the mountain passage in the Land of Snow, snow was falling heavily, but it was blocked from the cave entrance.
Kakashi walked through the dark tunnel, gazing at the swirling snow, his brow furrowed slightly.
I strained my eyes to look into the distance through the wind and snow, and a great city appeared and disappeared in the vast whiteness, as unreal as a mirage.
"Looks like that's the mission location."
He stood at the entrance of the passage, his gaze lingering on the outline of the city for a moment, before looking up at the gloomy sky.
"The snowstorm here shows no signs of stopping—it seems we can't wait for it to stop before we go."
Kakashi murmured to himself, taking a step forward to prepare to enter the snowstorm.
However, the moment his foot stepped out of the passage, a chill shot from his spine straight to the top of his head.
That is the instinctive intuition honed by ninjas on countless brinks of life and death, more acute than any sensory ninjutsu, and more direct than any warning.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly looked up at the sky.
High energy ahead!
An immense, undisguised surge of chakra was rapidly approaching.
Powerful, domineering, and unrestrained, like a ferocious beast running wildly across the snowfield, without any intention of hiding itself.
Without the slightest hesitation, Kakashi abruptly lifted his headband with his left hand, revealing his scarlet three-tomoe Sharingan.
Blue lightning-attribute chakra instantly condensed in his right palm, and electricity crackled at his fingertips.
Lightning spread, intertwined, and hissed, emitting a sharp, piercing sound like thousands of birds calling out at the same time.
Chidori!?
No, this is no longer the unfinished technique it once was.
After being honed through countless real-world tests and achieving the feat of cutting through lightning, it has acquired a new name.
Raikiri!
An electric current exploded in his palm, pushing back the surrounding wind and snow.
The blue-white light reflected on his face, making his Sharingan appear even more crimson and dazzling.
"Not bad technique."
A voice rang in his ear, and Kakashi's pupils shrank to a single point.
Only in that brief pause, through the remaining silhouette, could he make out the other person's appearance.
His entire body was enveloped in Lightning Release Chakra Mode, with lightning crackling around his bone armor, and his skeletal wings on his back were lifelike.
He had no idea when the other person arrived, nor did he know that at some point, a pair of fingers had already stopped in front of his left eye.
too fast.
It was so fast that his Sharingan couldn't react in time, so fast that Raikiri was still gathering power in his palm, so fast that his body's instinctive warning was a beat too late.
The next moment, a numbness came from my left eye. It wasn't pain, but a kind of instantaneous blankness where I didn't even have time to feel pain.
A piece suddenly disappeared from the left side of his vision, as if someone had forcibly dug out a corner of his world.
Warm liquid welled up in her eyes, slid down her cheeks, and left a hot trail in the cold air.
The pain jolted Kakashi back to his senses, and he abruptly turned around to look.
The figure had already landed on the snow, its skeletal wings slowly folding behind it.
In his hand, he was holding the Sharingan that Obito had left him.
The skeletal mask that had been removed revealed a familiar face and those obvious white eyes, making his identity self-evident.
"Taketori Izumi River————"
Kakashi called out that name in his mind, but no sound came out of his lips.
His body froze on the spot, the light from the Thunder Cutter in his palm still flickering and hissing.
The body, which had been stimulated and activated to its extreme by lightning-attribute chakra, now felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.
It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I'm afraid to move.
He understands.
That man on the other side could be killed instantly.
The wind and snow howled between the two, stirring up tiny ice crystals.
Izumikawa pinched the Sharingan and slowly raised it, as if he had returned to the day he snatched the Byakugan.
The dark and gloomy sky of the past has now been replaced by a snowy and icy day with falling snowflakes.
He looked at the Sharingan in his hand; it was like a delicate red gemstone, with three tomoe set within it, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Finally—I got it."
His lips curled up slightly, and his gaze shifted from the Sharingan to Kakashi, who was standing still, still holding the Lightning Blade in his hand.
That smile was filled with satisfaction and joy.
Without the slightest hesitation.
He raised his hand again and gouged out his left eye.
The moment blood gushed from his eye socket, he absorbed the three-tomoe Sharingan into it.
He forcibly suppressed the discomfort coming from his left eye almost simultaneously.
【optimization】!
He whispered to himself that the sharp pain, the feeling of something in his left eye socket, and the rejection reaction were all smoothed out, corrected, and optimized the moment the thought arose.
He lowered his hand.
In his left eye, the three tomoe slowly rotated, focusing and adapting to their new master.
The moment the vision became completely clear, the three magatama began to spin, faster and faster, until they merged into one.
A pattern shaped like a Fuma Shuriken slowly emerges on a scarlet background.
Kaleidoscope Sharingan!
Izumikawa's left eye was fixed on Kakashi, the Fuma Shuriken slowly spinning in his pupil, carrying a kind of indescribable eerie beauty.
"Kakashi."
His voice was calm, as if he were stating a fact.
"Thank you for sponsoring the Mangekyou Sharingan. In return—"
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As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared again.
Kakashi's pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively wanted to retreat, to dodge, to do something, but it was too late.
The pain in my left eye was more intense and deeper than before, as if countless red-hot iron needles were piercing deep into my eye socket at the same time.
"Take good care of my eyes."
The voice was close to my ear, deep and cold.
【optimization】!
The technique that Izumi had inscribed in his left eye suddenly erupted in Kakashi's eye socket.
The intricate surgical patterns are constructed layer by layer deep within the eyes, spreading and diffusing like a living thing, extending from the eye socket to the face, and from the face to the whole body.
pain!
It hurts so much!
Kakashi's body trembled violently, and the Raikiri in his palm had disappeared without him noticing.
The blue-white lightning faded away in the wind and snow, leaving only a few strands of residual current that leaped unwillingly a few times on his fingertips before falling completely silent.
The pain was so deep that even with his strong will, he couldn't resist it.
In just a moment, his body, which was still barely standing, fell straight forward, crashing onto the snow and splashing up a cloud of snowflakes.
Izumi stood beside him, looking down at the unconscious silver-haired boy.
The skeleton covered his face again, his calm face showing no other expression. The bone wings on his back unfolded, and lightning chakra enveloped his entire body.
He took one last look at the fallen figure on the snow, then turned and flapped his wings.
The sound of bone wings tearing through the air swept through the wind and snow. The white figure soared into the sky and disappeared into the swirling snowflakes in the blink of an eye.
Kakashi was left alone, lying quietly in the snow.
After an unknown amount of time, Kakashi was covered in a thick layer of snow, forming a small bump.
But as the bulge broke, Kakashi, his face stained with congealed blood, looked around with a somewhat bewildered expression.
As consciousness gradually returned and memories became clearer, his expression changed, and he finally covered his left eye.
Do not!
It's that person's left eye.
After a long while, he finally clenched his fist and slammed it hard into the snow.