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#73 The Sand Will Rise!
🕑 Added 2025-03-26 16:00:16 +0000 UTCAt present, the ninja world remains primitive in its understanding of both oil and chakra.
The civilization has yet to reach even the first level of true advancement.
To achieve a world where everyone is as powerful as a country itself and freedom flows like the wind, Mufasa believed that in this world, where chakra and different kinds of energy are abundant, a civilization needed to advance at least to the third level.
A level where individuals could accomplish anything independently—whether it was eating, drinking, or creating.
A world where one could build their own flying fortress, teleport across lands at will, and truly exist as a self-sufficient entity.
A person would be a society.
A country.
A planet.
A race.
Boundaries such as race, nation, social structure, family, and even gender would no longer define people.
That was true power—when everyone was a god in their own right, carried by the wind of freedom across the universe.
That goal, however, was still unimaginably distant—perhaps even unattainable.
Yet that didn’t stop Mufasa from striving to improve the ninja world, particularly through the advancement of technology and chakra research.
After all, chakra was an untapped well of potential.
And as things stood, it was the ordinary people who benefited the most from these developments.
With technological enhancements, they were beginning to grasp abilities once thought exclusive to shinobi.
For the ninjas, there were only two choices: evolve or fall back into obscurity.
If they failed to adapt, their once-privileged status would crumble.
Onoki understood this all too well.
Meanwhile, Kurotsuchi was still chewing on her chicken wing, staring in bewilderment.
'The Kazekage's words sound so deep... Why can’t I understand any of it?'
She didn’t get it, but it sounded absurd.
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The moment Mufasa finished speaking, Onoki’s face turned red with fury.
"What utter nonsense!" he bellowed.
"You’re trying to shake the very foundation of the shinobi world! The balance must be upheld—the Daimyo and the ninja villages must maintain order together!"
Onoki jabbed a finger toward a towering mountain in the distance.
"Ordinary people are the bedrock beneath the mountain. The Daimyo is the peak. And we, the shinobi, are the pillars that hold it up!"
His voice grew harsher. "I already found you suspicious when you abolished the Land of Wind’s Daimyo, but I didn’t expect you to take it this far!"
If ordinary people could wield powers on par with ninja, wouldn’t that throw the world into chaos?
What would war even look like then?
A single well-trained soldier with a refined weapon could kill an elite jonin with a mere squeeze of the trigger.
That thought alone was intolerable!
Mufasa watched Onoki fume, stroking his chin with amusement. "I knew an old fossil like you wouldn’t accept this idea."
"Of course not! The status of ninja villages has been built over generations of bloodshed. It cannot be shaken so easily!"
Onoki looked at Mufasa as if he were insane.
The shinobi world should be left to the shinobi.
Who was he to meddle with the lives of ordinary people?
"Grandpa, I think Lord Mufasa makes some sense," Kurotsuchi suddenly chimed in.
Onoki’s expression darkened. "Sense? You need to understand our Will of Stone! Don’t let yourself be seduced by his so-called ‘wind of freedom’!"
He pointed an accusatory finger at Mufasa.
"If ordinary people become as strong as ninja, what do you think will happen? The scale of war would be catastrophic! The damage unimaginable!"
He took a step back, gripping Kurotsuchi’s arm. "Boy, your ambitions will bring disaster!"
As he pulled his granddaughter away, Mufasa extended a hand lazily.
"Wait."
Onoki narrowed his eyes. "What else do you want?"
Mufasa smirked. "You’re not thinking of using Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique on me, are you?"
Onoki straightened his back, pride swelling in his chest. "Oh? So you understand how powerful I am?"
Mufasa wagged a finger. "You misunderstand. I’m saying I know your strongest move... but you don’t know mine."
Onoki scoffed. "You think that makes you special? Hmph. You can’t possibly land an attack on Iwagakure.
If I command my forces to use the Earth Style: Ten Thousand Mile Earth Flow Wall, you’ll be buried under an endless sea of stone."
He exuded confidence.
Mufasa chuckled. "You're right. Right now, my abilities aren't strong enough to break through a wall of that magnitude."
Then, he grinned mischievously. "But when I install Mangekyō Sharingan, Byakugan, Rinnegan, and all the other Kekei Genkais… well, then it’ll be a different story."
Onoki scowled. "Ridiculous. If you had all those eyes, I might as well surrender right now."
Mufasa raised an eyebrow as he shrugged. "Well, if you really use the Ten Thousand Mile Earth Flow Wall, I do have a way to break it."
He turned to Kurotsuchi. "Take your grandfather and stand back."
Kurotsuchi blinked. "Why?"
Mufasa’s playful tone faded. "Because I’ve just developed this technique, and I don’t quite have it under control yet. If it goes off-target, not even the best ninjutsu will be able to save you."
That was enough to make Onoki uneasy.
He didn’t know what this lunatic was planning.
Grabbing Kurotsuchi, he quickly ascended into the air, creating distance between them.
Mufasa’s smirk disappeared.
His expression became serious as he pressed his palms together, staring intently at the empty space between them.
Chakra, electromagnetic forces, and an unknown energy converged within his hands.
Silence.
Then—a small, black sphere, no bigger than an egg, appeared between his palms.
But it wasn’t just black.
It was void itself.
A darkness so absolute, it swallowed light, consumed vision, and devoured even the air around it.
A black hole.
...
When the black sphere appeared, a chilling silence spread across the battlefield.
Every powerhouse present felt an inexplicable fear clawing at their hearts.
It wasn’t just a jutsu—it was something unnatural, something beyond their understanding.
The black hole devoured everything around it, pulling the very air toward its center like an insatiable void.
In a distant military camp, a duo sat comfortably, feasting on skewers and grilled fish.
Kisame Hoshigaki, holding a half-eaten fish in his mouth, turned to his companion.
"Oi, oi! Itachi, what the hell is that?"
Uchiha Itachi's Mangekyō Sharingan spun rapidly as he stared into the abyssal darkness.
His usual calm expression faltered slightly.
At first, there was simply… nothing.
Just an unnatural void.
His Sharingan couldn’t analyze it.
No chakra, no mass—it was the ultimate darkness.
Itachi narrowed his eyes, a rare flicker of unease crossing his face.
What kind of jutsu is this?
Obito Uchiha, hidden in the shadows, observed through his own Mangekyō Sharingan.
His mind reeled as he came to the same conclusion as Itachi—he could see nothing beyond the blackness.
'Impossible,' he thought.
'My Sharingan can see through dimensions, yet I see only a void.'
For the first time in a long while, uncertainty gnawed at him.
From the tallest tower in Amegakure, Konan stood beside Nagato, her face paler than usual.
Nagato's Rinnegan locked onto the unnatural phenomenon with intensity.
"Could this be the technique Mufasa spoke of?" he murmured, recalling the ominous words from their last meeting:
"When I unleash my true power, you must stand with me—or be prepared for annihilation."
Was this what he meant?
Closer to the epicenter, Onoki and Kurotsuchi stared in shock.
The tiny black sphere exuded a terrifying pull.
Even from a distance, they could feel its gravitational force, tugging at their bodies.
Sweat beaded on Onoki’s forehead, an uncharacteristic sign of unease.
"Kazekage..." he muttered, voice tight. "What... what exactly is in your palm?"
Mufasa tilted his head slightly, lips curving into a smirk.
"A simulated black hole."
Onoki and Kurotsuchi stiffened.
A black hole?!
Mufasa continued, his tone light but carrying undeniable weight.
"You don’t need to understand the details. Just know that this is a force even light and time cannot escape."
He shifted the sphere in his hand, its surface distorting the space around it.
"As for what lies inside and where it leads... even I don’t know."
His expression darkened slightly as he extended his hand forward.
"But you’re about to see its power firsthand."
With a simple push, the black hole floated toward the mountain Onoki had pointed to earlier.
The results were immediate—and horrifying.
Clouds, light, even the very peak of the mountain itself began to warp and stretch as if reality itself were being swallowed whole.
The black hole, no larger than an egg, devoured everything in its path.
It was like a whirlpool in an endless ocean, sucking in matter with an insatiable hunger.
Rocks, dust, and debris—hundreds of times its size—disappeared into the void, vanishing without a trace.
And it was growing.
The dark void expanded, stretching outward, its pull increasing with every second.
In mere moments, half of the mountain was gone.
The black sphere, once the size of an egg, had swelled to the size of a basketball.
Mufasa’s voice rang out.
"Collapse."
He clapped his hands together.
In an instant, the black hole twisted violently—then vanished with a soft hum, as if it had never been there.
The battlefield was left in eerie silence.
Obito subconsciously touched his right eye.
If my Kamui and that black hole were to clash… which would win?
He didn’t want to find out.
Konan turned to Nagato, her voice tight.
"What do we do now?"
Nagato remained silent, his Rinnegan gazing at the ruined mountain.
If that thing had been aimed at Amegakure…
For the first time in years, a deep, unsettling feeling filled his chest.
Powerless.
This must be how Hanzo made us feel back then, he thought grimly.
There was only one solution.
He took a deep breath. "Inform everyone. Amegakure will ally with Sunagakure. We are moving out."
Within moments, the ninja of Amegakure gathered, their voices ringing across the battlefield:
"Amegakure stands with Sunagakure!"
Mufasa glanced at them and chuckled softly.
"Good choice. Otherwise… well, you’ve seen what happens."
His gaze shifted back to Onoki, who was still frozen in place.
The old Tsuchikage wasn’t swayed by Amegakure’s decision.
He was too preoccupied with a more pressing issue.
That black hole…
Could even his Earth Style: Ten Thousand Mile Earth Flow Wall stop it?
He doubted it.
Onoki’s expression hardened. "Kazekage, why would you develop such a terrifying technique?"
Mufasa laughed, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh? Are you allowed to develop Dust Release to reduce people to atoms, but I’m not allowed to study black holes?"
Onoki gritted his teeth. "Hmph! Your black hole isn’t as impressive as you think. It takes time to swallow things and doesn’t move."
Mufasa’s grin widened.
"Who told you black holes can’t move?"
Onoki blinked. "What?"
"You think I’m stuck in one place like your Dust Release? My black hole can fly. Forward, backward, up, down, left, right—I can even make it spin in circles."
He leaned forward slightly. "Care to test it?"
Onoki’s face paled slightly. "Y-young people shouldn’t be so arrogant."
Mufasa chuckled. "A young man without arrogance isn’t young at all."
The two locked eyes, tension crackling between them.
Neither moved.
Neither backed down.
Then—
"Uhh, guys?" Kurotsuchi’s voice interrupted, holding up a chicken wing.
"Why don’t we eat first?"
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