Even without the Lightning Style Armour, that level of durability was not inferior to Monkey King Enma.
But even so, if Shinichi had struck the heart, the third Raikage would still have died.
"I'm fine!"
The third Raikage suddenly waved off his subordinates who were trying to support him, then stepped forward forcefully despite his injuries.
Lightning flickered faintly around him once more. His beast-like eyes pierced through space, locking firmly onto the distant boy.
"Third Raikage!"
"The world calls you the strongest spear and shield!"
The boy's voice was clear and calm, yet it spread across the entire battlefield. He slowly raised his uninjured left hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, pointing from afar toward the Raikage.
"Your so-called strongest shield has been shattered today!"
"Next ti, I will break that spear and take your life!"
As his words fell, the battlefield suddenly fell silent.
Only the wind howled, carrying the scent of blood and scorched earth.
This boy, who had shattered the so-called strongest shield and severely injured the third Raikage, spoke with complete calm, yet his words sounded like a proclamation, like a verdict!
"Good! Good! Good!"
The third Raikage laughed in extre anger, his chest heaving violently, pulling at his wound and causing sharp pain.
At this mont, he had no desire to ponder what strange thod the opponent had used to block his lethal Thrust of Hell: Two Finger.
Nor did he want to investigate how the opponent, who had clearly been severely injured and blown away, could instantly return in perfect condition and launch an even more lethal counterattack.
These doubts were completely burned away by the boiling, killing intent and humiliation in his chest.
He now had only one thought: To rush forward and personally twist off that boy's head!
Crackle!
Surging lightning exploded around him once more. The third Raikage's muscles bulged, the ground beneath his feet shattering inch by inch as he was about to charge again.
"Raikage-sama!"
A figure suddenly appeared in front of him; it was Toroi, his expression grave as he stopped him.
"Your injuries are severe. You cannot continue fighting!"
"Move aside, Toroi!" The third Raikage growled.
Toroi shook his head again while looking in another direction as he continued, "Raikage-sama, B-sama's side is about to lose control. We should retreat first."
Following his gaze, the third Raikage saw that in the distance, the Eight-Tails Gyuki's chakra was erupting like an enraged volcano. Eight violent octopus-like tentacles swept everything in their path, forcing Orochimaru and the Konoha ninjas with him to continuously evade, looking extrely battered.
But the third Raikage, who knew Blue B well, understood that this was a sign he was about to lose control.
The third Raikage fell silent for a mont. Then, after taking a deep look at the distant boy, he finally nodded.
"Fine! We retreat."
With the order given, although so among the Village Hidden in the Cloud were unwilling, they obeyed without hesitation.
Led by Toroi and several elite Jonin, they quickly protected the injured third Raikage, retreating in alternating cover like a receding tide toward their main formation.
For the first ti, the back of the once-invincible third Raikage appeared sowhat stiff and heavy on the battlefield.
The sudden retreat of the Village Hidden in the Cloud left Konoha in brief silence.
Everyone, from Minato Namikaze to Shibi Abura, Kizashi Haruno, and the mbers of Shinichi's unit, to Fugaku Uchiha and his subordinates, who had witnessed part of the battle from afar, even Orochimaru, who was still contending with the Eight-Tails yet had already keenly sensed the shift in the situation, all directed their gazes toward the boy standing alone at the center of the battlefield.
He stood there, his face pale as paper, his right arm twisted and broken, his figure even appearing slightly unsteady in the wind.
Yet this very boy, who looked as though he might collapse at any mont, had forced back and even severely injured the invincible third Raikage!
He had shattered the so-called absolute defense, the strongest shield!
This achievent, this courage, this miracle of defeating the strong with the weak and reversing the tide was truly terrifying.
"Shinichi!"
It's unclear who was the first to utter a voice, a voice both suppressed to the extre and trembling with excitent: "Shinichi!!"
Then ca the second, the third, and countless others.
"Shinichi!!!"
The shouts were initially scattered, then converged, and finally transford into a frenzied roar that swept across the entire Konoha front, like a tsunami.
Everyone knows that after this battle, the na Shinichi Higashino is destined to resound throughout the entire Shinobi World.
From this mont on, he will no longer be just a talented junior in everyone's eyes or a dazzling new star.
He was not a ninja, but a powerful figure standing at the pinnacle of the Shinobi World!
...
Three days later.
Shinichi walked along the main road of the camp. The morning light peeked through the gaps in the clouds, making the snow glow slightly.
"Shinichi."
"Shinichi-kun."
"Captain Shinichi."
Along the way, people kept greeting Shinichi, and he responded to each one with a nod and a smile. Occasionally, he would stop to say a few words, but his pace didn't slow down much.
His upright posture and steady steps showed no trace of the shocking battle three days ago. His right arm, which had been twisted, broken, and almost useless back then, now appeared perfectly normal.
"Shinichi-kun's dical Ninjutsu is really amazing. He's recovered in just three days."
As a patrolling Chunin watched Shinichi's departing figure, he couldn't help but whisper to his companion, "No wonder he single-handedly broke Chiyo's poison on the southwestern battlefield."
"It's not just his superior dical Ninjutsu." Another ninja chid in. "Haven't you noticed? Shinichi's physical abilities and recovery speed are exceptionally strong. His rapid recovery is probably related to his extraordinary physique. I've heard that the first Hokage was..."
In the distance, Shinichi silently listened to their conversation.
This is exactly the effect he wanted.
God knows how much high-energy, high-nutrient food he personally cooked and ate during those three days in order to recover as quickly as possible.
The effect of the talent Gourt was maximized in his case.
This was all to reinforce the outside world's perception of his powerful recovery ability.
He knew very well that these scattered recognitions were far from enough to upgrade the blue quality, Endless Vitality, to purple quality.
But that's okay. Every piece of recognition is like a brick. What he needs to do now is to build the fact that Shinichi Higashino has great recovery ability into people's consensus, brick by brick, in order to prepare for expanding this recognition to multiple countries and even the entire Shinobi World in the future.
Just like in the past, even if a popular celebrity played a boxing champion or a martial arts master, even if mindless fans were praising him, people would only take the fans' praise as a joke, and even the fans themselves would lack confidence.
But what if it were soone like Tyson?
When he or the character portraying him appears on screen, people won't question his fighting ability; they'll only marvel at how he fought back then. Even those who don't know Tyson will ask soone nearby, and the answer will be: "Of course! He's a boxing champion! A legend of that era!"
Because countless victories and championship belts had already forged an unshakable foundation for his strength.
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