Naruto: Creating Immortal Techniques at Six, Shocking Uncle Snake

Chapter 97: The True Body Descends! Uchiha: You've Been Tricked!

A flurry of paper scraps erupted in all directions.

Standing next to the Second Hokage, Fugaku was covered in them, frozen in shock.

The Second Hokage... dead!?

And he had died right before his eyes!

He had clearly seen it—at the moment when Ishihara appeared, he used the Shadow Imitation Technique to restrain the Second Hokage's body.

Then, without hesitation, he swung his fist, smashing the Second Hokage to pieces.

The entire process was seamless, the secret technique executed as effortlessly as flowing water.

It was art—an art of killing!

Terrifying enough to chill one's soul!

What horrified him even more was the realization that his own shadow was also controlled by Ishihara.

He quickly looked up, locking eyes with Ishihara's icy stare, sending a shiver down his spine.

In the next moment, a fist grew larger in his vision.

"Not good!"

"Susanoo!"

A massive purple skeletal figure appeared in an instant, enveloping him.

Boom!

With a terrifying force, Fugaku, wrapped inside the Susanoo, was blasted away, crashing through a tree and landing atop its broken trunk.

Ishihara was about to follow up with another attack.

Swish, swish, swish!

From the giant trees beneath him, thick vines shot upward, rushing toward him from all directions.

Ishihara swiftly dodged, his gaze cold as he stared at the few members of the Uchiha clan across from him.

"You treacherous scum dare to ambush me?! Are you prepared to face my wrath?!"

Fugaku returned to the side of Inaho and the others, his face dark with anger.

They were proud Uchiha, after all, and even wielders of the Mangekyō Sharingan.

And now, they were being publicly berated!

It was as though their pride and honor as Uchiha were being trampled into the ground!

Seething with rage, Fugaku and the others clenched their fists and roared:

"You've gone too far! You treat the Uchiha clan like your puppets!"

"We will endure no more!"

Heh.

Ishihara chuckled coldly at their words, glancing at Inaho and the others.

"If it weren't for me, do you think these weaklings would've awakened the Mangekyō?!"

"You were always my experimental products. Isn't it only right for you to be my test subjects?!"

Recalling all that had happened, Fugaku gritted his teeth in anguish:

"You didn't treat us like experimental subjects at all! You treated the Uchiha as disposable materials for your experiments, with no regard for our dignity or lives!"

Ishihara grinned, his expression colder than ever.

"It seems you've chosen dignity over the Mangekyō."

"Since the Mangekyō was a gift from me, I'll be taking it back, right before I kill you ungrateful bastards!"

Uchiha Yashiro roared in fury:

"Bastard! The Mangekyō Sharingan is ours by right! You have no idea what we sacrificed to obtain them!"

"We now have four pairs of Mangekyō Sharingan!"

"You won't just fail to take them back; you'll die by the very Mangekyō you helped awaken!"

Ishihara looked at him with a faint smile.

In the next instant—

Swish!

A figure suddenly appeared beside him—it was Ishihara's true body.

Boom!!!

An overwhelming pressure was unleashed without restraint.

Fugaku and the others felt as though a mountain had been dropped on their chests, crushing their hearts with its weight.

"What... is happening?!"

The four of them stared in shock at the figure beside Ishihara, their pupils shrinking in terror.

"Ishihara's true body has arrived!!!"

On the other side.

The recently resurrected Second Hokage looked on in disbelief at Ishihara, his mind in turmoil.

He teleported to the side of the First Hokage using the Flying Thunder God Technique, asking in a low voice:

"Brother, why do I sense that his body contains far more natural energy than yours?"

"What is going on?!"

Senju Hashirama took a deep breath, his expression growing solemn.

"You're right. His body holds more natural energy than even I do when I enter Sage Mode."

Senju Tobirama's face changed drastically, and he looked at Ishihara with trepidation.

Ishihara's Wood Clone dissipated, and all the memories of what had transpired flooded into Ishihara's mind in an instant.

His expression turned icy as he stared emotionlessly at Uchiha Yashiro.

Hiss!!!

Yashiro felt as though he were being watched by a higher life form.

The oppressive pressure, the terrifying killing intent—it felt like it was freezing his very soul, causing him to tremble uncontrollably in fear!

"It's over! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!!!!"

His mind went blank!

His body shook violently!

Under that gaze, like a higher being looking down on him, he realized with despair that even moving his body was an unattainable luxury.

It was as if he could already see his own death!

Swish!

Suddenly, his vision darkened as the terrifying gaze was blocked.

Yashiro gasped for breath, cold sweat pouring down his face as he looked ahead in fear.

"Clan leader!"

Fugaku stood in front of him, shouting, "Attack!!!"

Uchiha Hirako took a deep breath, frantically activating his Mangekyō Sharingan as he scanned the battlefield.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In his field of vision, four massive red pillars materialized out of thin air.

In the next moment, the four red pillars formed a gigantic red barrier, enveloping Ishihara, the Uchiha, and even the First Hokage.

"Pillar Gate, lock!!!"

With Uchiha Hirako's shout, a massive, otherworldly clanking sound echoed as the barrier formed.

Uchiha Hirako panted heavily, grinning maniacally at Ishihara.

"Now, you can't escape!"

"You studied my Mangekyō abilities, but I never told you—my true ability is this space-time ninjutsu barrier!"

"Inside this barrier, all space-time ninjutsu are frozen, and I gain a boost in power!"

"You thought you fully understood my abilities, huh? Keep dreaming!"

"Hahahaha!"

Ishihara remained expressionless, silently watching him.

Hirako's laughter died as his face twisted in anger, "What's with that expression?!"

Ishihara coldly replied, "That's the expression one makes when they look at a dead man."