Watching the thick sand-iron walls blocking their path, Kushimaru Kuriarare, Jinin Akebino, and the others were unable to break through the barrier in a short time. They were extremely anxious, but didn't know how to respond, resembling ants on a hot pot, waiting to be burned to death by the scorching flames.
Zzzzzz...
The lightning was still gathering.
Kaze seemed unwilling to attack directly, instead wanting to drain the lightning clouds that had been painstakingly gathered, unleashing the largest blast possible.
If he could, he wanted to terrify all the Mist Shinobi with this one attack.
And so.
The longer the lightning accumulated, the more the remaining members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist trembled in their hearts.
This had nothing to do with courage, it was simply that the pressure overhead was too strong, far too strong.
Kaze's forehead bulged with veins.
He felt it; the lightning accumulating in the giant sword was already at full capacity, about to exceed his upper limit.
"Since that's the case..."
His eyes flashed coldly.
Wielding the twin lightning swords Kiba, he raised both hands high, then suddenly pulled them down.
Whoosh!
Lightning flashed, and a towering figure, completely constructed of silver-blue lightning, appeared. It was clad in heavy lightning armor, wore a helmet made of lightning, and held a giant sand-iron sword in both hands, resembling a knight of the Round Table from Western classical stories.
...
"What is that?"
This towering giant seemed to stand within the clouds, and the Leaf ninjas in the distance saw it, staring blankly at the figure.
Even from a great distance, they could clearly feel the terrifying pressure.
It caused their hair to stand on end uncontrollably, their legs to tremble, and their hearts to skip a beat.
"That is... a god!"
Someone said, causing a strong resonance among the surrounding Leaf ninjas.
That posture, that stance, that terrifying pressure...
Only a god!
Could match it.
"Could it be... Lord Kaze's forbidden technique?"
Someone else said.
Although many people felt it was unlikely, their inner intuition told them that it was Kaze, and only Kaze could do this.
...
"This is too terrifying..."
Might Guy and his team, who had been moved some distance away by Kaze using sand-iron, also looked up blankly at the majestic figure.
Deeply shocked.
"Perhaps, only the stronger Eight Gates might have a chance to compete with it?" Might Duy murmured.
"Is it possible?" Guy asked, looking doubtful.
Is it possible?
Might Duy didn't know either.
...
Gulp...
Among the surviving members of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, some had already given up. Kushimaru Kuriarare looked at the giant lightning figure and couldn't help but swallow.
"What kind of existence have we... provoked?"
"Damn it!" Suigetsu Hozuki cursed angrily, as if only this could vent and divert the fear in his heart.
He hated the other seven swordsmen, who clearly had a chance to stop it at the beginning.
Could they have stopped it?
He dared not and was unwilling to think about it.
What would the result have been?
It seemed... it was no longer a multiple-choice question.
At least the choice was no longer in their hands.
Currently, the only person who had not completely given up resisting was Kisame Hoshigaki. Even though his fat body was trembling, his Samehada was frantically waving its body uneasily.
Kisame Hoshigaki hardened his heart and gritted his teeth.
He swung his sword at Kushimaru Kuriarare beside him.
His eyes were frantic, even electric.
"I need chakra! I need a lot of chakra! You're all going to die anyway, so you might as well give it all to me! Samehada, eat!" Kisame Hoshigaki roared.
"You!" Kushimaru Kuriarare, who had been ambushed, didn't react at all. Under Samehada's constant devouring, the chakra in his body was frantically extracted.
After sucking Kushimaru Kuriarare dry, Kisame Hoshigaki's target fell on Juzo Biwa, who was lying on the ground.
...
Hoo!
Then, under the helmet, a pair of azure blue eyes suddenly lit up, and the giant sand-iron sword in his hand fell towards the entire area below as he swung it.
The towering samurai, completely composed of silver-blue lightning, merged into the giant sword.
"Forbidden technique!"
A solemn voice sounded.
"Descent of Takemikazuchi!"
