Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 32 The End of the Sky

At the main gate of Konoha, smoke and dust filled the air, and the explosions of ninjutsu mingled with the roars of summoning beasts.

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, stood in the center of the battlefield, his hands gripping a massive staff—the Vajra Staff.

This staff is not made of ordinary iron, but was transformed from his old comrade-in-arms, the Monkey King, the Monkey Demon. It possesses indestructible hardness, can freely extend and retract, and can even transform into chains, long staffs, or giant pillars depending on the needs of battle.

"roar--!"

The Azure Dragon's massive tail swept across, and the Third Hokage's eyes narrowed. He suddenly extended the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand and slammed it down like a pillar supporting the sky!

"Bang--!"

The air exploded as the Azure Dragon's scales collided with the Ruyi Jingu Bang, sparks flying everywhere. The immense impact cracked the ground beneath the Third Hokage's feet, but he remained unmoved, instead using the force to swing his staff and force the Azure Dragon back several meters.

However, before he could catch his breath, the white tiger's sharp claws attacked from the side!

"Lightning Release: Lightning Bullet!"

hope's reinforcements arrived just in time, and the blinding lightning forced the White Tiger back. Darui seized the opportunity to swing his ninja sword, lightning chakra coiling around the blade, and slashed at the other approaching Nine-Faced Beast.

The third generation's gaze was calm, but his heart was filled with solemnity—these summoned beasts were too troublesome.

He had fought his way through countless battles and seen countless powerful summoning beasts, but the last time he felt this solemn towards a summoning beast with nine of them gathered together, each possessing at least the strength of an elite Jonin, was when he faced Hanzo the Salamander.

The Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise excel in close combat, their scales as hard as iron. The White Tiger is extremely fast, its claws capable of tearing apart chakra-enhanced ninja tools. The two staff-wielding humanoid summoning beasts can use sealing techniques to restrict everyone's movements, while the Grim Reaper harvests the chakra. Meanwhile, the giant bird circling high in the sky continuously attacks from above, suppressing the formation of the Konoha Anbu.

They are not ordinary wild beasts, but highly trained weapons of war, each with its own unique fighting style, working together seamlessly.

"Hokage-sama!" a Hyuga ANBU member shouted through gritted teeth, "Their chakra reactions... are still intensifying!"

The third generation gripped the Ruyi Cudgel tightly, a resolute look appearing on their aged face—it seemed they could no longer keep it.

He took a deep breath, and his chakra began to surge. As a ninjutsu professor proficient in all five elemental ninjutsu, he was rarely forced to go all out.

But today, facing this monstrous nine-faced beast...

"Everyone, stand back!"

The Third Hokage gave a low shout, his hands quickly forming hand seals, chakra surging within him. Next, he would show these summoned beasts what the true power of a Kage-level being was.

The Third Hokage instantly completed the hand seals for his Shadow Clones, with four figures standing in four directions, and the five types of chakra—wind, fire, lightning, earth, and water—gathering in his throat.

The Fifth Element: Great Combo Bullet Technique. This is a devastating ninjutsu capable of completely tearing apart the Nine-Faced Beast's formation.

However, just as the chakra was about to explode—

"Whoosh!"

The Nine-Faced Beast vanished without warning.

It wasn't a Body Flicker Technique, nor a Substitution Technique, but rather a phantom that had been wiped away, leaving not even a trace of chakra fluctuation.

The Third Hokage's aged fingers suddenly tightened, abruptly interrupting the ninjutsu he was about to unleash.

wrong.

Battlefield intuition pounded wildly in his nerves. The disappearance of those summoned beasts was too bizarre, as if... they had been forcibly recalled by some higher-level force.

He suddenly looked up, his cloudy, sharp gaze piercing the sky.

A hundred meters above the ground, a blurry figure hovered silently. His black robe billowed like ink drops into clear water, and in his hand condensed an indescribable ball of pitch-black energy that devoured even light.

"Shufeng! Use your white eye to check that direction!"

"yes!"

Hyuga Sakuka—an elite member of the Hyuga branch family's ANBU—did not hesitate to form hand seals. Beneath his mask, veins bulged around his eyes, and his Byakugan instantly locked onto the dark figure in the sky.

Then-- "……!"

His breathing stopped.

In Byakugan's vision, the "inside" of that humanoid outline did not exhibit the chakra flow expected of a human.

That is an abyss.

The pitch-black, viscous, and violent chakra writhed like a living thing, with a crimson vortex churning at its core. Each pulse caused the surrounding natural energy to groan in agony, overwhelmed. Simply watching it was as if cold tentacles crawled into his brain through his gaze, tearing at his reason.

What... what is this...?

Shuofeng's fingertips began to tremble. On the night the Fourth Hokage sacrificed himself, he had observed the Tailed Beasts with his Byakugan, and even faced the Nine-Tails' rampaging chakra. But the being in the sky now was far more... blasphemous than any of those.

No...impossible...how could human meridians possibly withstand such a magnitude...

The density of chakra transcends the concept of "quantity" and represents a kind of negation of "existence" itself. Like someone witnessing a tsunami, even fear seems pale in the face of the giant waves.

Cold sweat dripped down his chin, soaking the lining of his ANBU uniform. His throat spasmed; he wanted to report to the Third Hokage, but found himself unable to utter a sound—

"North wind!"

The Third Hokage's low shout thundered through Hyuga Sakufu's mind, frozen by fear. Sakufu awoke with a start, his blood beginning to flow again. His throat was dry and painful, but he finally managed to squeeze out a sound—

"Hokage-sama! We must stop that ninjutsu! If it lands in Konoha... the entire village will be razed to the ground!"

The threat of death has never been so clear.

The Third Hokage's pupils suddenly contracted. Although his intuition had already sensed danger, the worst fears still came true when Shuofeng confirmed it with his own words.

"Sealing team! Deploy the barrier immediately!"

He gave the order sternly, but just as he was preparing to form hand seals, trying to release a ninjutsu as quickly as possible to interfere with Menma in the sky.

The figure in the sky moved.

Mianma slowly raised his hand, and the pitch-black sphere—the Great Spiral Wheel—began to fall silently.

Its speed was not fast, even somewhat slow, as if mocking the struggles of mortals. But it was precisely this composure that made it all the more despairing.

Wherever the pitch-black sphere passed, the air twisted and cracked, and even space itself could not bear its weight.

Destruction is imminent.

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The vortex-like figure hovered above the clouds, his black robes fluttering wildly in the turbulent air currents. In his palm, the pitch-black sphere—the Great Spiral Wheel—was collapsing and condensing in a terrifying manner.

The already profound and unfathomable chakra core became even more solidified, its gravity impenetrable even to light. The pitch-black energy was compressed to its limit, its surface rippled with ominous patterns, twisting and writhing like blood vessels.

Around the spiral wheel, space began to crack.

Pale energy rings appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating around the dark sphere like planetary rings. These rings were not physical entities, but rather spatial rifts created by the intense friction between chakra compressed to its limit and natural energy, like a Saturn shrunk countless times, suspended in the sky.

"Buzz—!"

A deep humming sound came from inside the sphere. The Konoha ninjas looked up, their pupils reflecting the slowly falling dark star.

With each inch the spiral wheel descended, the surrounding air groaned in agony, the clouds were torn apart, the light was distorted, and even sound was swallowed up.

A primal fear spread through everyone's heart.

Besides the fear of death, there is also an instinctive tremor at a terror beyond comprehension—like an ant looking up at a falling meteorite.

"This is a gift of parting."