Konoha's Mission Master

"Open the mortal realm!"

Yakumo felt an irresistible energy enveloping them, and in the next instant, they found themselves in a completely different environment.

On the distant Hokage Rock, the carving of the Third Hokage has been directly erased.

The surrounding area was filled with withered and twisted trees, thick brown vines hanging from the branches, and the environment was filled with the smell of death. The wild grass was withered and yellow, and it made a crisp sound when you stepped on it.

The ground was covered with cracks of varying sizes, all of which were bottomless, as if the entire world was teetering on the brink of collapse and could shatter completely at any moment. Most importantly, the gravity in this world was only one-third that of the normal ninja world, and the air was extremely thin.

Yakumo stared at Minato Namikaze standing still in the sky, without making any additional movements, and began to observe this strange yet incredibly familiar world with his eyes.

This world is definitely the Naruto world, but it is filled with death. With Yakumo's eyesight, there is no trace of life within hundreds of kilometers.

A deathly silence, desolate and filled with nothingness.

The planet's core has malfunctioned, causing gravity to drop, making it lifeless and on the verge of destruction.

“In this world, you can use any means necessary,” Minato Namikaze said.

Yakumo had his own guess in mind. He mobilized his soul energy to spread it around, and sure enough, the sense of danger in the dark had disappeared, and his soul power spread freely.

As his perception expanded, Yakumo's heart sank to the bottom.

There was no life!

Even insects, plants, and single-celled organisms have completely disappeared. Insects that had survived for billions of years are now extinct in this world. This is the complete extinction of all life, and not even their remains have been left behind. Only those dilapidated buildings can prove that humans once existed.

Books and scrolls can only be preserved for a few thousand years at most, but a full 30,000 years have passed since the events of that year. In the face of time, human civilization seems utterly pale and powerless.

"Is this the world corrupted by the power of destruction?" Yakumo asked.

“That’s right.” Minato Namikaze nodded in agreement.

Original origin...

Yakumo understood Minato Namikaze's good intentions. He brought him to this world so that he could witness firsthand the terrifying power of world destruction. This power could not coexist with any life; it could only be plundered!

Everyone told me that Yakumo's power to destroy the world was incredibly terrifying, but only by witnessing it firsthand could one truly be awestruck!

Yakumo's resolve grew stronger; for the sake of his cherished companions, that door had to be destroyed.

It must be destroyed!!

"If you don't want your planet to become like this, then defeat me with all your might." Minato Namikaze spoke softly, his eyes filled with pain and helplessness, and his voice became somewhat hoarse.

"Breaking Army Mode, activate!"

Yakumo clenched his right hand, and Fuma appeared from the void.

Swish.

Minato Namikaze appeared directly behind Yakumo, his blood-red dagger aimed straight for his back. A golden shadow, enveloped in blood, descended in an instant, only to vanish again in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a golden shadow in place.

The next second, the golden shadow was cleaved into golden shards by the descending blade.

Minato Namikaze had instantly moved back to his original position as if he had never moved at all, and their first encounter ended in a tentative exchange.

"You are stronger than the previous challengers," Minato Namikaze commented calmly.

"Really? And I'm not alone."

"Azure Dragon Mode!" Yakumo spoke again, his muscles becoming like refined steel, azure scales bulging from under his skin, and the muscles in his legs contracting wildly, becoming even tighter and giving him even greater explosive power.

The two looked at each other, but neither made another move.

Yakumo was observing Minato Namikaze's weapon, a red kunai that exuded a dangerous aura. It was forged from pure world-destroying power and contained a mad will dormant within.

The soul energy responsible for sensing the surroundings quickly receded, gathering in the space within a hundred meters, subtly locking onto Minato Namikaze in the air.

"I won't hold back from now on." Minato Namikaze stared at the blood-red short blade in his hand, his gaze gradually becoming empty. To him, eternal life was nothing more than a long torment.

"Soul Imprisonment!"

The surrounding soul energy immediately became heavy, and even the space itself became subtly solid. The space within a 200-meter radius seemed to gradually transform from a flowing turbulence into a frozen state, becoming increasingly hard and unshakeable.

"Abilities like mastering space?" Minato Namikaze wasn't surprised. Over tens of thousands of years, he had encountered many opponents with unique abilities, and over that long period of time, space had become less mysterious to him.

A cold wind carrying gray particles blew in from afar. Yakumo and Minato Namikaze made their moves at the same moment, and in less than a second, the two switched positions.

“The enemy also possesses the ability to teleport,” Minato Namikaze thought to himself.

“The Soul Restriction failed to sever Minato Namikaze’s connection with space.” Yakumo understood instantly.

Space is like a river that is constantly flowing, and spatial movement is the ability to change one's position by following this flow. However, the flow has now been frozen, but Minato Namikaze can still perform spatial movement.

“The river of space is wider than you can imagine,” said Minato Namikaze.

"Is this a hint?" Yakumo pondered quietly to himself. If Minato Namikaze's goal was also redemption, then his actions might have a deeper meaning that he hadn't yet grasped.

"Try to beat me."

Two golden figures touched and then separated in the sky.

Minato Namikaze's fighting style is characterized by extreme speed and the ability to kill with a single blow.

Each time they clashed, they risked their lives, attacking the enemy's vital points. Yakumo was very cautious when attacking because the power of the weapon in Minato Namikaze's hand, which was made of the power to destroy the world, was currently unknown.

"Sister, increase the surrounding air density to increase the pressure on Minato Namikaze," Yakumo transmitted to Reiko Aoyama.

To defeat Minato Namikaze, you can approach it from two directions: restrict his spatial movement ability and suppress his movement speed as much as possible. Yakumo is very confident in his physical strength.

"it is good."

Reiko Aoyama answered immediately without any hesitation, gently raising her right hand, and the Ring of the Void Emperor emitted a shimmering white light.

She clearly had some understanding of Minato Namikaze's fighting style.

A faint crimson mist rose around its body.

The thin gas gathered around them, like invisible walls acting on the surface of Yakumo and Minato Namikaze's bodies. Their bodies immediately felt as if they were carrying dozens of kilograms of weight, and suppression appeared from all directions.

Furthermore, the sense of oppression is rapidly increasing.

Reiko Aoyama continuously drew in the air from afar, condensing it into a space of about a hundred meters.

As the speed of their duel decreased, Yakumo quickly adapted to the ever-increasing pressure, while simultaneously converting all the energy fused from the Breaking Army Mode within his body into wind-type energy compressed to its limit.

The blue scales on Yakumo's body surface were tightly fastened, constantly compressing his muscles, making his body more slender and appearing more agile. His movement speed increased again, and the Demon-Subduing Blade continuously slashed out azure cracks in the blue air wall, as if the sky was being neatly cut open, or as if pure white paper was being slashed by an extremely sharp pen in a very short time.

This is a perfect fusion of power and beauty, with the sky as its canvas.

The azure marks lingered, containing a chilling killing intent. In reality, they were extremely compressed energy, like a giant net, constantly compressing Minato Namikaze's movement space. Golden shadows danced continuously within the net of blades.

The rapid surge of air currents was like a long, clear flute note, and the sound of the body crashing through the air wall was like the roar of a giant bell.

The deafening roar, along with other chaotic sounds, resembled a symphony of heaven and earth.

Blood-red mist gradually appeared on Minato Namikaze's body, and dangerous energy was slowly awakening as the battle progressed.

Occasionally, air currents would whistle through the cracks in the ground, producing a mournful sound, like a lament of heaven and earth.

Two distinctly different sounds intertwine to create music that is both vast and ethereal, yet utterly simple and pure.

"Did you hear that? The world is crying." Minato Namikaze stood in the center of the azure net of blades, calmly watching the ever-compressing net around him, his gaze so serene as if he could see the chilling killing intent hidden behind it.

"You only have three days, but the strength you've shown isn't enough."

The moment Reiko Aoyama made her move, Minato Namikaze sensed the shared aura. The power of world destruction only needs three days to assimilate life, and no one is exempt.

Yakumo silently swung his sword, further compressing the space in which Minato Namikaze could move.

A vast, azure net stretched for hundreds of meters across the entire space, suffocating all life within. Those azure lines were the net's most basic structure, and also represented its sharp edge, capable of easily cutting through steel.

But Minato Namikaze only saw indifference, as if he couldn't sense the danger around him.

"break."

Minato Namikaze appeared at the core of the network. He was not a lamb delivered to the door, but a fierce dragon that could tear the network apart at any time. He quickly swung the blood-red short blade he was holding. As the short blade moved, dark cracks were born and quickly spread to the surroundings.

From just a few tens of centimeters when they were first born, to two meters, three meters, and even a hundred meters!

It was as if the void had opened its maw, beginning to devour the surrounding net. The azure net of blades began to gradually collapse, and the defeated rays emitted a crisp sound as if steel was breaking. The extremely compressed wind energy had already acquired a hardness no less than that of steel.

Yet, before the spatial rift, it was utterly powerless to resist, quickly turning into azure light spots and dissipating, while some of it transformed into a blue storm, like countless blades relentlessly ravaging the area.

But in the next second, it will be swallowed up by the ever-expanding spatial rift.

If space is likened to a rushing river, then Yakumo's approach is to temporarily freeze the river, while Minato Namikaze draws his sword and cuts off the entire river, gaining a terrifying power that can devour everything.

The space became unstable, and dark cracks kept appearing.

Yakumo subconsciously raised his right arm and found that a piece of flesh had been torn off, as if it had been ripped off in an instant by some invisible beast, and even the hard scales could not resist it in the slightest.

However, in less than a breath, the vanished flesh and blood instantly returned.

Upon witnessing this scene, Minato Namikaze's usually calm expression finally flickered with a hint of emotion. He was astonished by Yakumo's monstrous regenerative abilities, just like the person he remembered...

Faced with the approaching spatial rift, Yakumo chose to back down. His mastery of space was clearly inferior to Minato Namikaze's. Forcibly closing the spatial rift with soul energy was feasible, but the soul energy consumed was terrifying and somewhat not worth it.

Yakumo took a step forward and instantly appeared behind Minato Namikaze, successfully avoiding the void rift that had already stretched for thousands of meters.

The spatial rift dissipated three seconds later, along with the surrounding air wall. The feeling of carrying a heavy load disappeared, and Minato Namikaze's speed soared again, like a dragon returning to the sea.

On the ground, Reiko Aoyama summoned air from afar to fill the gap, but it would take a long time.

Masako Mori and Chiyuki Yukoto couldn't keep up with Minato Namikaze's speed, so they could only watch.

After transferring to Minato Namikaze, Yakumo stood quietly suspended in mid-air, knowing he couldn't win by speed.

A few seconds later, Minato Namikaze slowly turned around and, after a few minutes of fighting, returned to his starting point.

"Lord Jiraiya said that you are practically one of us," Yakumo said.

“That’s right.” Minato Namikaze nodded, quite agreeing with the statement. From the start of the battle, he was testing Yakumo’s strength to avoid losing his life on the second stage.

"I don't want to use my ultimate move. I hope you can hand over the key," Yakumo advised. When facing Minato Namikaze, he was far from going all out. He hadn't used his ultimate move, which had exhausted his life force.

"Go ahead and make your move." Minato Namikaze calmly extended his right hand, a blood-red dagger dancing around him. He needed to confirm that the person before him was qualified to challenge the others before he would hand over the key. In a sense, he was like an insurance policy.

Yakumo took a deep breath, gripping the Demon-Subduing Sword tightly in his hands. The energy source formed by the twelve strong warriors of the arena at his heart continuously released scorching heat, and the pure black soul between his brows trembled slightly, faintly resonating with the Demon-Subduing Sword in his hands.

"Ultimate Skill - Extinction of all life force".

A dense aura of death radiated outward from Yakumo's body, faintly forming a path of death. The end of the path connected to Minato Namikaze's chest. This move transcended the concepts of time and space, achieving a certain level of certainty of success, and black smoke that devoured all life was born.

Swah——

Minato Namikaze sensed the sudden surge of terrifying killing intent. The blood-red short blade in his hand rapidly grew, and a blood-red eyeball appeared on the hilt, its surface covered with blood vessels, spinning rapidly and radiating endless madness.