"Threads, huh? What a coincidence, I've been quite interested in threads lately..."
Kamihane's hands flashed continuously, swatting away all the black threads thrust toward him. Though invisible, he accurately predicted each thread's trajectory every ti. But what was most astonishing was his terrifying hand speed—the air was instantly filled with afterimages!
Kamihane fought while retreating, his footwork appearing chaotic yet sohow managing to lead Kakuzu in circles. At a certain mont, Kakuzu suddenly noticed a fleeting glint of crystal light in Kamihane's hand.
"Sothing's wrong!"
He imdiately halted his attack, as the masks on either side of his head began gathering Wind Release and Fire Release chakra.
Suddenly, Kamihane's lips curled into a smile. Like a conductor brandishing a baton at a concert, he swiftly waved both hands, his fingers dancing and intertwining like butterflies before giving a sharp pull!
"Bzzz—"
Kakuzu stiffened slightly, feeling his arm suddenly tighten as if bound by so invisible force. Before he could muster the strength to break free, restraints seized all his limbs—his chest, the black thread tentacles, every spot touched by Kamihane—suffocating him with their grip!
It struck him then—the air was already laced with imperceptibly fine, transparent threads, all connected to Kamihane's fingers. Like a fly caught in a spider's web, escape was now impossible!
The half-ford Wind-Fire Combination Jutsu, still gathering montum, shattered mid-cast.
Kamihane shook his head with a light sigh. 'As expected, compared to chakra nature transformation, I still prefer shape transformation.'
'Clap clap clap clap clap!'
As soon as the words fell, countless hair-thin threads materialized in the air. These threads were several tis more resilient than Kakuzu's Earth Grudge Fear tentacles. In re monts, he was tightly bound by countless threads, his body uncontrollably lifted into the air like a marionette at the rcy of its puppeteer.
'This is... No, these are all chakra threads! You're... a puppet master!?'
Kakuzu's pupils constricted violently. 'No, this isn't right! The density of these threads is so high they're sharper than blades. If I hadn't hardened my body in ti, I'd have been sliced to pieces!'
'Having fun? This is a new ninjutsu I've been developing. Haven't nad it yet.'
Kamihane elegantly spread his fingers and murmured, 'Gold Convergence: Armant.'
In an instant, several strands among the dense web of threads suddenly darkened, coated with a thick tallic sheen that coiled around Kakuzu's chest, limbs, and the masks on his shoulders.
Kamihane lightly raised his index finger, and those threads instantly pierced into Kakuzu's body with such smoothness, as if slicing through a tender egg with silk—effortlessly.
"Tsk!"
In the blink of an eye, Kakuzu was decapitated, his monstrous body sliced into scattered pieces. His black threads were severed simultaneously, breaking into countless fragnts of varying sizes that pattered to the ground. His head rolled away with a thud, a horrified expression frozen on his face.
This grueso scene was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the three young ones, their pupils slightly dilated with fear.
They never expected that seemingly refined and gentle young man with black silk covering his eyes could be so cruel in his thods!
Yet, the young man didn't leave. He simply stood there quietly, a faint smile on his lips, gazing at Kakuzu's 'corpse.'
Before long, those scattered pieces began to tremble, countless black threads swaying like cobras dancing to a flute's lody, stretching toward the distant head and surrounding fragnts.
'That monster... is still alive?!'
Orochimaru's eyes widened in shock, his breath completely forgotten.
In his gaze, the black threads slithered like living creatures, pulling the scattered fragnts on the ground together, slowly piecing them into a complete body, stitching bit by bit until, at last, the threads converged into a single strand that drew the head back onto the neck.
Thus, a person who had just been torn to pieces monts ago was miraculously restored to their original form.
The black threads sewed up every last crack, and Kakuzu regained his breath, panting heavily like an ox.
His face twisted in extre agony as two large holes burst open on his back, from which two grotesque white masks flew out, shattering into countless black threads.
"You actually destroyed two of my hearts in one go!" Kakuzu raised his head, glaring fiercely at the young man before him with a gaze that seed ready to devour its prey. "You've truly... pissed off!"
Kamihane clicked his tongue and shook his head, seemingly sowhat dissatisfied. "I thought I had shattered four of them. My strike was still too light."
As soon as the words fell, he vanished on the spot, the sound of wind rising and falling as over a dozen afterimages instantly flickered around him.
Kakuzu imdiately lashed out with his tendril fist, the black threads automatically unraveling, separating his wrist from his arm. The iron fist pierced through the afterimages but t no solid resistance.
"Rasengan."
A piercing whirring sound reached his ears as no less than three Kamihane figures, each wielding a rapidly spinning chakra sphere, slamd them rcilessly into Kakuzu's body, sending him soaring high into the air.
The afterimages converged into one as Kamihane raised a sword-finger and swept it through the air. A flash of cyan sword qi sliced across Kakuzu's hardened neck with a tallic 'clang.'
'Damn it!' Kakuzu imdiately separated a mask from his body, its gaping maw gathering crackling lightning, while his hands ford seals to channel Water Release chakra into his throat.
'Water Release Combination Technique: Thunder Water Dragon Bullet!'
A curtain of water unfurled as a raging dragon, carrying dazzling bolts of lightning, ca crashing down. In the damp air, countless sparks of electricity flickered incessantly.
Kamihane's lips curled into a faint smile as he pressed his palms together, then abruptly spread them apart. With his movent, the majestic, roaring water dragon was torn asunder from its maw, as if ripped apart by an invisible giant hand, sending both the dragon and its accompanying lightning crashing down on either side.
'Rasengan.' Kamihane raised his right hand, where swirling streams of light converged, and the icy-blue chakra sphere materialized once more.
Kakuzu had just landed and hadn't even had ti to adjust his stance when he caught the scent of danger. He imdiately hardened his arms, crossing them protectively over his chest.
At the sa ti, the inky black hue representing his hardening technique began spreading across his torso.
Kamihane suddenly changed his hand seal. As the blue light condensed, the Rasengan abruptly shrank, hovering bullet-like at his fingertip.
"Spiral Bullet!"
"Whoosh!"
The spiraling projectile shot through the air, turbulent currents swirling around it, forming a straight trajectory that slipped through the gaps in Kakuzu's arm. Seizing the mont before the darkness could fully envelop his chest, it pierced his heart with pinpoint accuracy.
A gaping hole instantly burst open on Kakuzu's back as the spiraling bullet tore through his body, shattering the Lightning Style mask behind him into fragnts!
"Argh!"
Kakuzu's face was contorted in a hideous grimace, his features twisted together in obvious agony.
"If I recall correctly, you should still have two hearts left..."
Kamihane flexed his wrist casually, his tone indifferent. "I'm bored with this. At this point, you might as well hear out."
"Hear you out?" Kakuzu glared at him viciously. "You've destroyed three of my hearts, and now you expect to talk to you calmly?"
Kamihane tilted his head slightly, faint blue steam wafting from his body. 'Third Gate of Life, open.'
He took a step forward, the trendous sonic boom erupting with a deafening roar. An overwhelming aura rushed forth as a figure blocked all sunlight from Kakuzu's view. In his constricted pupils was reflected Kamihane's tall, imposing fra.
'This speed!'
'Pfft.'
Under Kakuzu's disbelieving gaze, an arm had already pierced through his chest, clutching a mask in its palm, fingers slowly tightening.
"Crack."
That was the sound of the mask shattering.
It was too fast—he couldn't react in ti!
His barely raised hands were seized by Kamihane's iron-like grip, and with a slight exertion of force, both his arms were torn off at the shoulders.
A large hand covered the top of his head, and then, the black-clothed youth with his eyes bound revealed a sinister smile. Like pulling a radish from the ground, he lifted his hand, and with the tearing force of a tyrannosaurus, his head was instantly separated from his body, leaving only the lingering black threads to snap one by one.
Kakuzu's face turned deathly pale, a deep sense of helplessness rising within him. Before this guy, he was like a toy to be played with, violently dismantled at will.
Kamihane lifted Kakuzu's head to his own eye level, his flippant tone like that of a demon from hell, 'Now... are you willing to hear my thoughts?'
'This guy has been toying with from the very start!' Kakuzu's face was filled with disbelief, his expression shifting several tis before he finally resigned himself to his fate.
Uchiha Kamihane is practically a monster—invincible in ninjutsu, unmatched in taijutsu, and as an Uchiha, his genjutsu surely can't be far behind...
If he had revealed this terrifying taijutsu from the beginning, even ten extra hearts wouldn't have lasted him more than a few rounds.
'Speak,' Kakuzu said in a low voice, though not a trace of humiliation showed on his face.
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