Chapter 33: Anger
"Die!" Hanzo lost all reason as he attacked Fukushu with overwhelming rage.
"Puchi!"
"Puchi!"
"Puchi!"
Fukushu's body was riddled with holes from Hanzo's relentless stabs, yet he continued to gaze at him, searching for a genuine answer to his question. His anger burned deep within his eyes, and the intensity of his stare sent a chilling shiver down the spines of those present. Even with his battered and hollowed-out body, Fukushu emanated an ominous aura that made some hesitate to even approach him, as if they sensed their impending doom.
With a scroll in hand, Fukushu raised a vial to his lips and consumed its contents in one swift motion. As the liquid coursed through his veins,his body began to heal his body that are full of holes began to regenerate.
Fukushu became so angry as his face turned red, his hair stood on end, and his aura blazed brightly, causing the rain to seemingly avoid his presence.
Fukushu opened the Eighth Gate, unleashing a surge of incomparable power. In an instant, he vanished from sight, leaving behind a trail of devastation.
"Kyak!" The Amegakure ninja who stood near him began to die one by one, their bodies turning into gelatinous masses as if half their being had been erased.
"Fukushu!" Hanzo, witnessing the deaths of his own ninja, grew furious and yelled in an attempt to draw Fukushu's attention, hoping to redirect his onslaught and have a chance to stop him.
"Hanzo-sama, help!" cried out one of the shinobi, but their plea fell on deaf ears. Fukushu showed no signs of relenting, and Hanzo was powerless to assist.
"Die!" Fukushu's voice echoed as he launched an attack on the Jonin who had previously retreated to attack the orphanage.
"Help!" The desperate cries of the Jonin rang out, but their pleas were in vain. Fukushu showed no mercy, mercilessly striking down each person, puncturing their eyes and robbing them of their sight forever. One by one, their lives were extinguished, their bodies left lifeless on the ground.
"Retreat, behind me! Now!" Hanzo's commanding voice resounded, and his remaining subordinates followed his orders, seeking refuge and protection.
Fukushu came to a halt in front of Hanzo, his fierce gaze fixed upon him. Hanzo, hoping to end the senseless bloodshed, released his grip on his weapon and spoke, his voice laced with a wry smile. "Fukushu, let's stop this now. I killed your people, and you killed mine. We are even."
But Fukushu only stared back at him with unyielding ferocity before disappearing once again from Hanzo's line of sight.
"Kugh!" A groan escaped a man standing behind Hanzo as he met his demise despite the protection offered by his leader. Every passing second claimed another life. Fukushu's rampage showed no signs of abating. Hanzo felt torn, his teeth grinding in frustration. He didn't know how to counter Fukushu in his current state. His chakra was depleted, his energy waning. All he wanted was a moment to catch his breath.
In a last-ditch effort to take Fukushu down with him, Hanzo utilized his remaining bombs, sacrificing his subordinates one by one. Fukushu was affected by the explosions, his speed beginning to slow. Seizing the opportunity, Hanzo launched himself forward, mustering all his strength for a final attack. Unbeknownst to him, Fukushu had been patiently waiting for this very moment.
"Boom!"
A powerful punch landed square in Hanzo's stomach, sending him hurtling through the air.
Though the blow left Hanzo breathless, he rose to his feet, ready to face the rampaging Fukushu head-on.
With Hanzo still standing and determined, Fukushu clenched his fists tightly and leaped toward his adversary.
"Die!" Fukushu was a mere meter away from Hanzo when a cloud of dust particles briefly obscured his vision, causing him to come to a sudden halt.
"Who are you?" Fukushu asked, his gaze fixed on the man who had used the jutsu.
"Why should I tell you? Hand over Magina, or I will kill you," the man responded calmly, as if Fukushu were inconsequential.
"So, you're Hanzo's accomplice? Then you can die too!" Fukushu roared, but his body began to falter, fatigue setting in as his vision grew increasingly hazy.
'What's happening?' he wondered, feeling his legs turning to jelly and his muscles trembling.
Hanzo observed Fukushu's deteriorating condition but refrained from attacking, instead awaiting the man's attempt to kill Fukushu.
"This is your last chance. Where is Magina?" The man's voice carried a mix of authority and anger, directed at Fukushu.
Fukushu simply extended his hand, his middle finger raised defiantly in response.
"You!"
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