Chapter 104: Let Me Show You the Power of a Stand!
Rain Shadow Building, top floor conference room.
Thick curtains blocked the heavy rain outside, with only a few dim candlelight flickering in the airflow, casting elongated shadows on the walls, like a dance of demons.
This was a truly "core meeting."
Around the round table sat S-Rank Rogue Ninja who could make the Anbu of the Five Great Nations tremble in fear: Kakuzu counting money, Sasori of the Red Sand hidden in hiruko, Orochimaru licking his lips, and Biwa Jūzō wiping his kubikiribōchō.
Nagato, seated in a wheelchair, and Konan were at one side of the head of the table, while the newly joined Pakura was not among them.
The woman who had just sworn allegiance to Amegakure was assigned by Yahiko to be an instructor in the Security Department. In his original plan, Pakura was the "shield" to maintain order, while this group of madmen in the room were the "blades" used to change the world through violent surgery.
Yahiko stood with his back to everyone, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the village being rebuilt below.
The air was heavy, like the suffocating low pressure before a downpour.
"Before we discuss how to carve up Sunagakure, I have something to say."
It wasn't Yahiko who broke the silence, but Kakuzu.
The rogue Ninja, who had lived for over eighty years, put down his ledger. His dark green eyes stared intently at Yahiko's back, his tone as grim as if he were collecting a debt.
"Leader, regarding that fat Maeda, you need to give an explanation."
Upon hearing this, Orochimaru's golden slit pupils slightly shifted, looking at Kakuzu with interest.
"Oh? That ordinary person in charge of logistics?" Orochimaru let out a hoarse laugh, "Is Kakuzu-kun dissatisfied with his accounts?"
"I don't care about the accounts, I care about the person himself."
Kakuzu's voice was as hard as iron: "Maeda is clearly a useless merchant who can't even refine Chakra. But yesterday, when I encountered him in the treasury, his heartbeat was as strong as an ox, his muscle density was higher than that of a Taijutsu Chunin, and even..."
Kakuzu paused, a hint of undetectable dread flashing in his eyes: "Even when he approached me, my Earth Grudge Fear Mask Monster trembled. A biological instinct of fear."
"An ordinary person without Chakra can make an S-Rank Rogue Ninja feel threatened. Leader, have you secretly hidden some forbidden Ninjutsu that can turn an ant into a monster?"
As his words fell, Biwa Jūzō stopped wiping his blade, and Sasori's hiruko tail stinger slightly lifted.
"Hehehe..."
Yahiko turned around, not angered by Kakuzu's questioning, but instead applauded.
"As expected of a Senior who has fought against the First Hokage, this sense of smell is even sharper than a Ninja hound's."
Yahiko walked to the head of the round table and sat down, propping his chin with one hand, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, with an undisguised look of mockery in his eyes.
"Kakuzu, what do you think Chakra is?"
Kakuzu frowned: "Energy. The Foundation of a Ninja."
"Wrong." Yahiko shook a finger, "Chakra is the shackles the Six Paths Sage placed upon this world."
"It requires talent, hand seals, meridian transmission, and one even has to worry about dying from Chakra exhaustion." Yahiko's voice gradually rose, carrying a subversive arrogance, "This inefficient, cumbersome, and limited energy system should have been eliminated long ago."
"Boastful."
Sasori snorted coldly, his low voice coming from within the Puppet: "Without Chakra, you can't even move a single finger."
"Is that so?"
Yahiko's mouth curved into a strange arc as he tilted his head to look at Nagato beside him.
"Nagato, teach these frogs in a well a lesson."
The always silent Nagato slowly raised his head.
"Crazy Diamond." Nagato silently recited in his mind.
Buzz—!
There was no visual change.
In the sight of Kakuzu, Orochimaru, and the others, Nagato still sat in his wheelchair, with nothing behind him.
But the next second, everyone's pupils suddenly constricted!
An indescribable sense of oppression descended without warning upon every inch of the conference room.
It wasn't Killing Intent, nor Chakra pressure, but a purer, more domineering "presence."
It was as if an invisible prehistoric beast was breathing right next to their faces. The air became thick and heavy, and even the candlelight was almost extinguished under the pressure.
"What is that?!"
Biwa Jūzō reacted the fastest. His instinct as one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist made him sense deadly danger. He instinctively swung his kubikiribōchō, slashing fiercely at the Void Realm beside Nagato.
"Clang!!"
A deafening clang of metal rang out, making their eardrums ache.
The kubikiribōchō, capable of cutting through rock, was abruptly stopped in mid-air!
It was as if it had struck an invisible wall of copper and iron.
Jūzō's arms bulged with veins, his face red as he tried to force the blade down, but the sword remained motionless, as if gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.
"I can't see it..."
Orochimaru stared intently at the Void Realm, a thin layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
He was the Ninjutsu Doctor, conversant with ninety percent of the Chakra nature transformations in this world. But at this moment, the results from his perception Ninjutsu were all garbled.
No Chakra flow, no physical substance, not even a change in temperature.
But in the frantic warning of his biological instincts, there was indeed a "thing" standing there.
"This is the 'ghost' you can't see."
Yahiko's voice softly echoed, like a narration from Hell: "Nagato, demonstrate the destructive power of this 'ghost.'"
Nagato expressionlessly looked at the conference table, his thoughts stirring.
"Dorarararara—!!"
The massive obsidian round table, large enough for ten people, suddenly let out a sickening shriek.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Under everyone's horrified gaze, countless indented fist marks suddenly appeared on the incredibly hard obsidian surface.
Immediately after, the entire table seemed to have been thrown into a shredder, disintegrating into a sky full of flying black stone dust within a second!
There was no cutting sound of Wind Release, no explosive roar of Lightning Release, just pure physical crushing.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Sasori of the Red Sand suddenly stood up, the joints of his hiruko creaking. As a Puppeteer, he knew exactly how much kinetic energy was required to destroy such high-density rock.
Without Chakra enhancement, even a Taijutsu master couldn't achieve this level of instantaneous pulverization.
Moreover, the attacker was invisible!
Orochimaru's golden slit pupils trembled violently. His "Tower of Truth," built over decades, was now crumbling under this invisible punch.
This unknown power completely exceeded the scope of Ninja knowledge.
Stone dust floated in the air, settling all over everyone.
Kakuzu patted the dust from his shoulders, but his heart was bleeding: this table, a solid piece of obsidian imported from the Land of Earth, worth eight hundred thousand ryo, was just gone.
"Destruction is merely the instinct of a beast."
Yahiko's voice rang out again, carrying a cult-like allure: "In this new world, the true miracle is reversal."
He casually pulled a Kunai from his sleeve and threw it into the still-dispersing mist of stone dust.
Crazy Diamond activated.
Time, at this moment, seemed to create an illusion.
The stone dust, which had spread outwards due to the explosion, suddenly defied gravity and the laws of kinetic energy, flowing back, gathering, and interlocking towards the center like a movie played in reverse!
Click, click, click... A fine grinding sound echoed.
In just two seconds.
The obsidian round table, which had just been pulverized, reappeared before everyone, perfectly intact.
The tabletop was as smooth as a mirror, without even a single crack. Even more chilling was that the Kunai Yahiko had thrown in was now perfectly embedded in the rock surface of the table, as if it had grown out of the stone, seamlessly fitted.
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