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Chapter 55 Demon Nagato: "Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Thorns!" (Seeking monthly votes!!)

The sudden change in the daimyo's respectful attitude made Uzumaki Yoji's eyes twitch.

But Tetsuya Uzumaki himself didn't care at all, and just looked at Yun Chuan with anticipation and flattery.

Yang Jie had already hinted at the strength of the seemingly very young boy in front of him, and also mentioned that the boy with the covered eyes was of the same clan.

He might not know the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, but he knows the Blood Pond Clan very well.

That was a powerful clan that had survived since the Warring States period, and was once comparable to the Uchiha clan, possessing the extremely powerful bloodline limit, the Blood Dragon Eye.

How could a ninja capable of killing the Blood Pond Clan be a simple boy?

This attitude made Yun Chuan take another look at him, thinking that not all the people of the Whirlpool Clan were fools; there were also clever people who could adapt to changing circumstances and were adept at handling all situations.

but……

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

Yun Chuan chuckled and held up five fingers, saying frankly, "After learning of Wuyin's unusual movements, in order to conceal our whereabouts and ensure speed, I only brought fifty people this time."

These fifty people actually represent a quarter of Dawn's fighting strength, and in this chaotic time, he cannot possibly bring them all with him.

But those who were unaware of the truth showed a hint of disappointment in their eyes.

"Fifty people..."

Like a deflated balloon, Toru Uzumaki slumped helplessly into his chair, but still managed a wry smile as he thanked them: "Thank you for your help and comfort, but even the advance force from Kirigakure has several hundred men..."

If they could absorb the vanguard of Kirigakure, that would be enough for them.

As long as we are not tied up like we are now, we will have more time and energy to regroup and we can also evacuate the elderly, women and children who are not capable of fighting.

The pure bloodline of Uzushio Village will not be completely severed, and the ugly face of Konoha will be exposed to the world. Lady Mito and Kushina will not be kept in the dark.

But now, that's impossible...

The ninjas of Kirigakure are experienced, and their ninjutsu and secret techniques are more powerful.

In comparison, the Land of Rain is just a small country, and its ninjas are mostly self-taught. Even if the numbers were equal, they could be easily defeated, let alone when the number of ninjas is ten times that of the land.

The gap is too big.

"It seems you all have some misunderstandings about our identities."

Yun Chuan didn't seem to mind the disappointment of Tetsuya Uzumaki and the others. He simply sat there and chuckled, "We're not ninjas in the traditional sense. I prefer to call them warriors, or rather... monsters."

After saying that, he waved to Nagato, who was standing next to him.

"Brother."

In front of outsiders, Nagato was not as affectionate as before, but knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully beside Yun Chuan.

Seeing this, Yun Chuan, who was about to get up, stopped and shook his head with a helpless smile.

But soon, his expression turned serious, and he slowly extended a finger.

It was gently placed before Nagato's forehead, like a god facing his believer, conveying a sense of inexplicable solemnity and holiness.

"Nagato," Yun Chuan asked, his eyes lowered, "you're willing...?"

"I do."

Before Yun Chuan could finish speaking, Nagato lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "It's not for the Land of Whirlpools, but for my brother, for the future we long for."

Interrupted, Yun Chuan paused, then chuckled softly and said, "You little rascal... it makes me seem less resolute."

After saying that, he extended his finger, and a bloody gash appeared on the tip of his finger.

The next moment, bright red blood seeped from the wound.

"..."

The meeting room was already very quiet, but from the moment they saw that drop of blood, everyone present subconsciously held their breath, focusing their attention solely on that drop of blood, and even the sound of breathing was barely audible.

All I could hear was my heart pounding uncontrollably in my chest.

Reflected in everyone's pupils, it looked like liquid red crystal.

Bathed in the dim moonlight outside the window, it displays a magnificent color like a work of art, casting beautiful, vibrant red and colorful light and shadow.

The light spots refracted by the flowing blood resemble fruits growing on tree branches, presenting an eerie and unique beauty that looks exceptionally full and alluring.

While everyone was stunned in place, Yun Chuan gently touched Nagato's forehead with his fingers.

That drop of blood, concentrated with power, instantly landed on his forehead.

Like plum blossoms blooming in winter, the liquid flowed slowly along the skin's texture and was gradually absorbed by Nagato's skin.

"ah!!"

Even though Nagato had mentally prepared himself, the excruciating pain that felt like it was tearing him apart caused him to scream hysterically in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground, curled up in pain.

Although he had suffered all kinds of pain, it was a pain that originated from his genes and even the depths of his soul, and no other pain could compare to it!

"What's going on?!"

Uzumaki Yangjie also came to her senses, looking at Nagato in horror, and subconsciously wanted to help him up.

But Yun Chuan stopped him, shook his head, and said calmly, "An egg, if cracked open from the outside, is destined to be eaten."

"Only if he pecks it open from the inside can an eagle emerge."

The drop of "blood" he bestowed upon Nagato was the highest level of "blood" to date, and it was different from the "blood" of others.

But Yun Chuan believed that Nagato's will would be able to withstand this force.

"Hehe!"

Seemingly having heard Yun Chuan's voice, Nagato clenched his teeth tightly.

The pale, youthful face was twisted into a somewhat ferocious shape, and the teeth in the mouth were beginning to show signs of sharpening.

Soon, his heart began to pound and contract violently, the sound of his heartbeat even echoing outside his body.

Boom!dong dong!

Nagato felt as if ice and snow were melting away, and a surge of hot blood was being transmitted to every part of his body by his beating heart. The blood surging in his veins seemed to turn into scorching magma.

A large amount of skeletal muscle begins to dissolve under the influence of the blood, and is then torn and reshaped by an absolute force. The muscle fibers are wrapped and solidified like ropes under the skin, and similar transformations are carried out in every part of the body.

Pain, the pain that tears the body apart, the pain that touches the soul.

But Nagato knows very well that it is something she has always longed for.

It was also a gift from my elder brother...

strength!

The power flowed through his blood vessels and bones like magma, and his body temperature rose to a point that could be described as scalding hot.

He needs to release this power.

How to vent?

Nagato seemed to see crimson thorns growing wildly in his eyes, and at that moment he finally understood the true power he had awakened.

—If you treat thorns as a field covered with flowers, then nothing in this world can hurt you.

Bang! !

Looking at the enormous enemy before him, Nagato's face was filled with an inhuman ferocity.

Blood blossomed from his back like iron scales blooming, and the chilling scarlet thorns grew out segment by segment like flesh and bone wings.

"Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Thorns!"

(End of this chapter)