Hyuga Arin was killing himself into a frenzy.
5467 / 868 / 1457 / 689 / 13546…
Black-blue flas wrapped around his entire body. Every swing of his blade unleashed boiling black-blue slashes of fire.
In Arin's hands, the flas were like extensions of his own limbs—sothing he could manipulate at will.
Hand seals were completely unnecessary now.
All he needed to do was convert chakra into fire.
Essence was being consud continuously. Large numbers of Cloud ninja fell at Arin's hands. The Cloud ninja were known for their mobility—but what if they were compared to Arin's Substitution Technique?
Now, Arin could use flas themselves to perform substitutions.
Even Cloud Village jōnin could only barely evade his attacks. Anyone else who encountered him t only one outco—
Death.
"Soone stop him!!" a Cloud ninja scread in terror.
This Konoha brat's flas weren't just absurdly hot—they wouldn't go out.
They even exploded.
A black-blue fireball slamd heavily into the ground, and boiling flas rapidly expanded outward.
The Cloud ninja who had shouted hurriedly retreated beyond the spreading flas.
Suddenly, he lowered his head.
A wisp of black-blue fire was quietly burning at the hem of his clothes.
Despair filled his face.
As long as that fla touched you—even a little—it already ant one thing…
Death.
The fire spread rapidly across his body, swallowing him whole. Amid his screams, he turned into a black-blue man of fla.
Nearby Cloud ninja fled in panic.
Boom!
The flaming Cloud ninja exploded, the fire scattering outward as fireballs that continued charging toward others.
Arin himself wasn't overwhelmingly powerful. Any jōnin could, in theory, fight him head-on.
But those flas were simply too terrifying.
Once they touched you, they wouldn't extinguish. They spread rapidly across the body—and then exploded.
A black-blue fire dragon coiled around Arin as he dropped to one knee, panting heavily.
Once Fire Release had fully taken shape, he no longer worried about his clothes burning. Even the extre heat of these flas would not actively harm him.
"This chakra really burns fast…"
Arin was slaughtering relentlessly, but the chakra cost was enormous. Even his essence had begun to bottom out.
The last bit of essence was now completely gone, and his chakra was reaching its limit.
"Level up!"
[Na: I'm Hyuga Arin]
[Class: Hunter]
[Sub-class: Doctor]
[Level: Lv42 (0/41500)]
[Chakra/Nen: 11110 / 9110 1000 500 500]
[Essence: 0]
[Experience: 254312]
After this round of slaughter, his experience—once reduced to only a few tens of thousands after upgrading Fire Release—had surged past 250,000.
"I can keep going."
Arin directly opened the system's furnace.
A pill-refining furnace wreathed in flas appeared on the battlefield.
No one else could see it.
Only Arin could.
"Roar!!"
The fire dragon beside him let out a thunderous roar. Black-blue flas surged as additional heads began forming one after another on its body.
Fire Release · Nine-Headed Dragon Technique.
The nine-headed dragon guarded Arin, blocking all ninja who tried to approach him.
This ti, however, Arin did not attack.
Instead, he began picking up the items dropped on the ground.
"Champion's Belt—this one stays."
[Champion's Belt: 100 Strength, 100 Agility]
"Basic Hand-to-Hand Combat—useless. Slt it."
"Niko Style—no use right now. Slt it."
"Stamina Supply—not as good as essence. Slt it."
Arin sifted through items like a scavenger.
The Cloud ninja only saw Arin crouching down, seemingly picking things up.
But aside from corpses, there was nothing there.
So Cloud ninja vaguely thought they saw items appear in Arin's hands—only for them to vanish in the next instant.
Not only Cloud ninja saw this. Konoha ninja did too.
And the Hyuga clan mbers saw it even more clearly—objects constantly appearing in Arin's hands, then disappearing again.
Arin didn't care.
As long as they didn't understand the value of what he was collecting, there was nothing they could do to him.
At this point, he was a genuine elite jōnin—albeit one with relatively low chakra reserves.
Unless Hiruzen Sarutobi, Danzō Shimura, or Sakumo Hatake personally made things difficult for him, no one else posed much of a threat.
And even if he couldn't win—
Couldn't he still run?
He tossed large quantities of items into the furnace, keeping only a small number.
[Skill: Demon Brain]
A god-tier skill for farming experience at ho.
[Demon Brain (Lv1) EXP (0/100) Trait: None]
[Skill: Breath of Thunder · First Form]
[Skill: Breath of Wind · First Form]
These breathing-style skills…
He had killed so many Cloud ninja, yet only managed to gather seven Thunder Breathing sword forms. All duplicates had been thrown into the furnace.
He imdiately fed all Thunder Breathing skills into the system.
The seven Thunder Breathing sword forms appeared in the skill list, then vanished, replaced by a flood of swordsmanship mories.
A new skill erged.
[Breath of Thunder (Lv1) EXP (0/500) Trait: None]
Five basic breaths could fuse into the supre technique—Breath of the Sun.
Unfortunately, the other breath styles were far too incomplete.
Water Breathing: missing six out of ten.
Fla Breathing: missing three out of nine.
Wind Breathing: missing five out of nine.
Stone Breathing: missing two out of five.
Despite the massive death toll, drops were riddled with duplicates.
There was plenty of equipnt too—but aside from one Champion's Belt, only two items were usable.
[Champion's Muscles: 100–200 Attack, 100 Strength]
Who would believe this thing counted as an off-hand weapon?
He could even replace his Nen blade with it.
[Champion's Bandages: 100 Movent Speed, 100 Strength]
These bandages were actually shoes.
So all martial-arts gear was this absurd, huh?
Arin tossed both his Nen boots and Nen blade into the furnace.
After slting most of the items, he gained over a hundred thousand essence.
[Essence: 104587]
"Ti to spend another round."
Arin lifted his head, looking at the Cloud ninja, and grinned.
Black-blue flas once again boiled through the crowd.
But then—
He glanced toward another part of the battlefield.
Why had things suddenly gone quiet over there?
B was kneeling on one knee.
Before him stood Orochimaru, Tsunade, and Jiraiya, all battered and wounded.
But B was in even worse condition.
One hand covered his eye, both eyes filled with struggle.
Whenever he weakened, the Eight-Tails would seize the opportunity to intrude.
His relationship with the Eight-Tails was far from good.
B looked toward the distant, raging black-blue flas and said to the three of them:
"This ti… Konoha wins."
He had heard the screams of the Cloud ninja from that direction.
With the Eight-Tails interfering, he could not defeat the three before him. Worse, he was already showing signs of losing.
And over there, Konoha had produced another monster.
Cloud Village could not continue fighting.
They had only just recovered from the First Great Ninja War. They could not afford further losses.
"But don't think Konoha will keep winning forever."
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