Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 136 The Ninja's Curtain Falls (Part 2)

The aftershocks above the sea had not yet dissipated, and the light of the Dragon Ball left a slowly healing, pale crack on the horizon.

Tobirama Senju stood on the coastline, the sea breeze blowing in from afar, carrying evaporated and cooled water vapor that clung to his pale face.

He could no longer sense Hashirama's chakra. Not only Hashirama, but even Madara Uchiha and the Sage of Six Paths—they had all vanished.

Such a cruel reality caused Tobirama to clench his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

"Damn it." The voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, dry and low.

"We can't even get close."

The Flying Thunder God Technique, his proud space-time ninjutsu, became nothing but empty talk the moment the three-colored light stream poured down.

This technique requires a stable space, but the space in the sea was torn apart, and the coordinates were meaningless at that time.

Tobirama could only stand there, listening to the distant roar that sounded like the world itself groaning, and then, it was all over.

Behind him stood a row of silent figures, including Minato Namikaze.

His young face was unusually filled with bewilderment; his wife and children were nowhere to be found, and even the future of the village seemed bleak.

Even though he was known as the "Little Sun" and brought sunshine to those around him, he inevitably fell into a state of bewilderment.

Jiraiya was standing beside Minato.

The hero, who had spent half his life toiling under the prophecy of the Great Toad Sage of Mount Myōboku as a "savior," felt a profound sense of loss when he discovered that Mount Myōboku had sided with the enemy.

Fortunately, his teacher Hiruzen Sarutobi and his disciple Minato Namikaze were resurrected, which helped him regain his way.

However, it remains a cruel reality.

Mei Terumi, the Fifth Mizukage of Kirigakure, had her long, brown, curly hair blown back by the sea breeze. She hugged herself with her arms around her body, as if shivering in the summer sea breeze.

Her usually confident and composed eyes were now filled with emptiness and fear. "You must be joking. That kind of enemy is simply beyond our capabilities."

The Third Kazekage stood not far from her, his slender figure swaying in the wind.

He gazed at the healed pale cracks on the horizon, his voice trembling slightly.

"Even the two sect leaders and the Sage of Six Paths were defeated. We—" He paused, then finally said, "—we are utterly useless."

No one refuted him.

Because no one can refute it.

They are nothing more than bubbles crashing against the rocks, which will burst when exposed to the light.

"Mito-sama."

Tobirama Senju turned his head and looked at Mito Senju, who had been silent all along.

This red-haired woman, Hashirama Senju's wife and also a master of sealing techniques, appeared calmer than anyone else present.

She gazed at the distant sea, her voice gentle and steady, like a pool of water, cold yet still clear in winter, "Hashirama said, 'If they also lose, then don't make pointless sacrifices. The age of ninjas—'"

"It's over."

Mito looked at Tobirama, whose dignified and imposing face bore a similar composure to her husband's, a composure born from a profound understanding of the world's affairs.

"Tobirama, make a decision."

All eyes were on Tobirama, their gazes filled with a despicable look of reluctance to speak but anticipation.

Whoever utters the word "surrender" first will surely be etched in world history; they do not wish to be sinners.

Tobirama closed his eyes briefly.

A moment later, when he opened his eyes, a resolute look flashed across his eyes, which were often described as "cold".

"it is good."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but like a knife pulled from the mud, its blade still covered in mud and sand, yet sharpened once more.

"Prepare for surrender immediately and strive for a certain degree of autonomy from the Eastern Kingdom."

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's tense eyes lit up slightly.

No one cheered, no one objected, only a sense of relaxation washed over them.

Suddenly, a soft laugh descended from the void above their heads.

Like a feather brushing against the earlobe, it was light and airy, yet sent a chill down one's spine.

"If you want to surrender, you'll lose half the battle."

Everyone looked up.

In their field of vision, a robe was unfurling from the void, blotting out the sky and swallowing up the starlight and the remaining light of day overhead.

The cuffs rolled up like a giant curtain, with fine golden patterns floating along the edges, like a galaxy closing in.

The sleeves of the robe fell down.

Space is sealed off, and energy is confined.

Everyone's vision was swallowed by the boundless darkness. The sense of chakra, the flow of air, the solidity underfoot—everything was stripped away in an instant and sucked into that sleeve.

Tobirama Senju and the others were captured and taken into a chaotic space.

midair.

Inuyasha's figure emerged from the void, his long, silvery hair fluttering in the lingering sea breeze, his robes billowing like flames in the twilight.

He casually flicked his sleeve. "The newly developed 'Hidden Universe in the Sleeve' is actually quite useful for dealing with small fry."

As the sea calmed down, the three immortals sensed his arrival and simultaneously reverted to their humanoid forms, flying towards the shore and bowing down to Inuyasha one after another.

"Well done."

Inuyasha's words put the minds of the three immortals, who had paid a heavy price, at ease.

After presenting his pledge of allegiance, the Great Toad Immortal knew that integrating into the Eastern Kingdom would not be a problem, and respectfully said, "Without His Majesty and the support of many colleagues, we would not have been able to accomplish this."

"There's no need for unnecessary modesty." Inuyasha waved his hand. "What's meant to be yours will be yours. Go back and rest."

The three immortals were prepared to be interrogated and even asked to offer something. After all, they had lived on this land for thousands of years and had seen too many victors treat those who surrendered. They themselves were not lenient towards outsiders.

When these words reached their ears, they were momentarily at a loss for words.

Finally, the White Snake Immortal responded softly, "—Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty."

Slug Sage straightened up slightly and bowed slightly to Inuyasha. "Although I am the only one in Shikkotsu Forest, I can create clones that can sign contracts with medical personnel in the Eastern Kingdom at any time for medical treatment."

"If Your Majesty ever needs my assistance in the future, I will do my utmost."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty." The Great Toad Sage bowed to Inuyasha again, and then the three sages used reverse summoning to return to their respective holy lands.

Inuyasha's gaze pierced through the sky, landing on the battle that was gradually coming to an end in the starry sky.

In the starry sky, the light is faint.

Upon discovering the arrival of the big boss, Zhu Ranyi immediately joined the fight, his fists flashing fiercely.

His figure left afterimages in the void, and each punch was wrapped with a heavy, terrifying force, continuously slamming into Otsutsuki Hamura's crossed arms as he blocked.

The dull thud of bones colliding was transmitted through the energy of the vacuum.

Hamura's figure was forced to retreat continuously under the successive bombardments, and the blue light of the Tenseigan Chakra Mode flickered around him, like a candle in the wind.

Each time it was repelled, the light dimmed a little, only to barely reignite with the next burst of power.

His arms were trembling slightly, and bloodstains from the corners of his mouth slid down his chin, condensing into tiny crystals in the air.

Just like a mage who puts a little bit of light into a spell and the rest into strength, a vampire who focuses on strength has an explosive power that comes from the combination of speed and strength, which is really too troublesome!

Not far behind Zhu Ran Yi Cha, a phoenix spread its wings, and a dark blue flame filled Hamura's field of vision.

What's Inuyasha doing here? Does he think we're too slow? Being impatient is a bad thing for a man.

Iron Chicken wasn't annoyed by the vampire "stealing his monster." Anyone would try to make a good impression when suddenly the big boss came to check on them.

She narrowed her vertical pupils and, seizing the moment when Hamura was thrown back by Zhu Ran's punch and his golden Tenseigan was momentarily stunned, the phoenix swooped down and opened its massive beak.

In the blink of an eye, the golden Reincarnation Eye disappeared into the phoenix's throat and was swallowed into its body.

The ghostly flames, capable of scorching the soul, spread downwards from the phoenix's throat, layer by layer covering the connection between the esophagus and the inside of the spirit body, like lava thrown into cold water, completely severing the Tenseigan's connection with the outside world.

Oh no, I was careless!

Hamura tried to re-establish the connection using chakra, but there was only emptiness on the other side.

With his strength greatly diminished, his breath rapidly declined. He was struck by Zhu Ran's punch, and his right arm immediately cracked as it broke. His body plummeted towards the surface of the moon.

"This is bad, we've got our brother—"

When Hamura staggered up from the bottom of the pit, he discovered that the aura of Hagoromo Otsutsuki, who was fighting on the mainland, had completely dissipated.

Like ashes scattered by the wind, not even a trace remained.

He gazed at the slowly rotating blue planet, across the vast sea of ​​stars, across the closing clouds and the sea, and murmured, "—Brother Yuyi."

Zhu Ran Yicha also sensed the commotion on the mainland. All three who had fought with the three immortals had perished. He looked at the dejected Yu Cun and said calmly, "It's all over."

"The end? Indeed."

Hamura's eyes no longer held any extra emotion, only a calm that had settled down after being driven to the brink.

"Our clan has protected our home for a thousand years. Although we have made many mistakes along the way, we have also done what we were supposed to do."

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"With your abilities, there's still a high probability that you'll be accepted by us," Zhu Ran Yicha issued her final ultimatum.

"So, are you going to surrender?"

The phoenix flew to one side, and the scattered flames had already sealed off the space.

"I am already dead, so I have little attachment to this world."

Hamura raised his hands, his azure Tenseigan eyes swirling, revealing a resolute expression.

Golden light gathered at the edge of his palm, and all the chakra in his limbs and bones transformed into a blazing blade of light that reached the sky. "Accept my final Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!"

A thick, golden blade of light swept out from his axis, carrying its last bit of power, drawing a straight line across dozens of miles in the starry sky. Wherever it passed, starlight shattered, and the very texture of the void itself was cut into a thin, long fold.

The agile vampire dodged to the side.

The phoenix flapped its wings to defend itself, its blade cleaving through the dark blue flames and leaving a thin scorch mark on the iron chicken's wing.

It then swept across the starry sky behind her, disappeared into the darkness in the distance, and finally vanished.

After the golden light faded, Hamura's body began to disintegrate, his limbs turning into tiny specks of light that slowly drifted away in the vacuum, followed by his torso, face, and those Tenseigan eyes.

Finally, it dissipated into the vacuum, leaving not even a trace.

"Hamura Otsutsuki is not bad either."

Inuyasha withdrew his gaze and looked towards the Land of Wind, where the continent was located.

Deep in the desert, the night wind carries fine sand across the low dunes, which gleam with a thin layer of silvery-gray light in the moonlight.

Several deep, bottomless ravines are exposed at the edge of the ground, like old wounds torn open by the claws of a giant beast.

Ōtsutsuki Isshiki sat in the leeward side of the sand ridge, his back against the slightly collapsed sand wall.

His figure could no longer maintain that noble and composed posture. His left arm hung down at his side, with nothing below the elbow. The flesh at the severed point had been sealed by his remaining strength, and it was a grayish color.

The robe on his chest was mostly torn, revealing crisscrossing claw marks and fist prints underneath.

The deepest wound runs diagonally from the left shoulder to the right rib, with the edges still bearing the remnants of dark red fear power, and it will be difficult to heal in a short time.

His heterochromatic eyes were still open, watching the figure walking towards him on the sand ahead—Alcard's pace was unhurried, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard.

Behind him followed the iron-gray leopard cat, whose size had shrunk slightly from its usual form, returning to human size, its vertical pupils surging with a fighting spirit that had not yet completely subsided.

Yishi shifted his gaze from his kin to Arkad's face.

He slightly raised his chin, his eyes showing no trace of defeat's sorrow, only the calm acceptance of losing. "Dying at your hands is far better than dying at the hands of that beast."

The relatives scoffed, "They're about to die, and they're still trying to talk big."

Yishi didn't even glance at him.

His gaze remained fixed on Alcard's face, as if he were reserving the last bit of attention for this opponent who fought with such elegance and grace.

Arkad stopped in front of him, extended his right hand, placed it on the top of Isshiki's head, and smiled. "Actually, dying at the hands of your own people might have been better."

Alcard lowered his head, the light falling on his slightly furrowed brows.

It's like admiring the last ray of light and shadow in front of a door that is slowly closing.

The next instant, a dark power seeped from his palm into the top of Yishi's head.

That power, as fine as the extension of the capillaries, flowed down along the gaps in the bones, seeping into the sides of the neck, chest cavity, and limbs. Wherever it passed, the temperature of the blood peeled away layer by layer.

Yi Shi felt his consciousness being peeled from his body by an irresistible force, as if being pulled out of his deepest blood vessels by a thin straw, and he could feel his body temperature rapidly decreasing.

Arkad felt the profound life force flowing from his palm into his body and let out a satisfied sigh.

The life essence of a Celestial Venerable is more nourishing than that of millions of demons!

Qin Fang stood a few steps away, watching as Yi Shi's face, pale in the moonlight, began to disintegrate from the edges, turning into fine grayish-white dust that was swept up by the night wind and scattered into the shadows between the sand dunes.

He looked at the vampire with his eyes closed and clicked his tongue. "You really are evil."

"People can be righteous or evil, but power is neither good nor bad." Alcard chuckled. "Let's go, the Lord God is still waiting for us."