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Chapter 76: The Great Demon King

"Ah, my food!"

"I’ll kill you!"

Blinded by rage, the Fūjin and Raijin brothers had completely forgotten their original objective. Now, they were going all out, determined to murder *Umino Yoru *.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Umino Yoru swiftly drew a barrage of poisoned senbon needles, hurling them like a storm of steel rain toward the rampaging duo.

The brothers merely raised their arms to shield their eyes and charged forward recklessly, ignoring the attacks entirely.

"Incredible defense!" Yoru ’s eyes narrowed.

Are these two even human? More like summoning beasts!

These senbon could easily pierce flesh and even scrape bone, yet against Fūjin and Raijin, they might as well have been hitting rhino summons—barely scratching the surface of their thick hide.

"Fūjin! Raijin! Stop this now!"

Finally catching up, Anma Kageoto saw Yoru ’s attacks failing and feared for his safety. She immediately tried to command the berserk brothers to halt.

But they ignored her, only growing more violent.

Left with no choice, Kageoto pushed her exhausted body to its limits, forcing out the last of her chakra as her hands flew through a series of seals.

"Genjutsu: Tree Binding Death!"

She unleashed a B-rank illusion, instantly freezing Fūjin and Raijin in place.

"Huh?" Yoru ’s eyes sharpened in shock.

A mere genin, capable of a B-rank genjutsu?

As expected of the Anma clan—their illusionary prowess is terrifying.

"Cough! Cough!"

The moment the genjutsu took hold, Kageoto collapsed, her body giving out as she lost consciousness.

With the illusion broken, Fūjin and Raijin snapped back to reality—entering full berserk mode, their power skyrocketing.

Yoru barely dodged in time as the brothers lunged at him with crushing force.

"Just what kind of steroids did these guys grow up on?! Their physical stats are insane!"

He activated the Body Flicker Technique, narrowly avoiding their grasp. If not for the advanced movement skills taught to him by Maruboshi Kosuke, he’d have been crushed instantly.

With bodies like these, if they had even average intelligence, they’d easily be taijutsu-specialized jonin.

"Since you won’t listen to reason… time to teach you a lesson."

Tired of their relentless assault, Yoru decided to put them down—hard.

As the brothers charged again, he didn’t retreat. Instead, his hands blurred through seals at five hand signs per second, finishing the sequence:

Snake → Ram → Horse → Rabbit → Ram → Horse → Rabbit.

Then, he thrust his palms forward.

"Suiton: Great Water Prison Technique!"

A massive sphere of water erupted, trapping the brothers inside.

Splash! Splash!

Fūjin and Raijin had walked right into it, now suspended helplessly in the suffocating dome.

"Let us out—glug glug—!"

With no leverage, they flailed uselessly, rapidly drowning as their rage only made them swallow more water.

Soon, they passed out from oxygen deprivation.

Yoru had no intention of killing them—not out of loyalty to Konoha, but because he feared Tsunade might remember her old subordinates and come investigating.

Dispelling the water prison, he let the brothers face-plant onto the ground with a thud.

They didn’t wake up, still unconscious from near-drowning.

"Heh. Now, let’s have some fun."

Scattering a handful of shuriken over their bodies, Yoru formed another set of seals.

"Suiton: Starch Syrup Capturing Field!"

Thick, adhesive strands of chakra-infused syrup coiled around them—this time, lined with razor-sharp shuriken embedded within the sticky bonds.

To ensure they couldn’t break free, he made the bindings several times thicker than before, multiplying the restraining force.

The moment the technique took hold, Fūjin and Raijin jolted awake—their monstrous recovery speed almost rivaling that of Sage Mode users.

"OW! IT HURTS!"

Every twitch drove the shuriken deeper into their skin. Though their tough bodies minimized real damage, the pain was unbearable, reducing them to whimpering wrecks.

"Still so lively, huh?"

Yoru smirked, forming the Tiger seal.

"Tremor."

A pulse of infrasonic vibrations slammed into their stomachs.

BLARGH!

The brothers vomited violently—not just the water they’d swallowed, but even yesterday’s half-digested vegetable slush.

Now, their stomachs were completely empty.

Furious, they roared and thrashed, but the syrup-shuriken prison held firm.

"Heh. Still defiant?"

Yoru shook his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

The brothers’ instincts screamed danger as he placed his hands on their stomachs, channeling Yang-release chakra to stimulate their vagus nerves, forcing their bodies to produce excessive stomach acid, bile, and digestive enzymes.

GURGLE… GURGLE…

Their empty guts churned painfully, acid burning with nothing to digest.

"I-I give up!"

"P-please, spare us!"

"Big Bro Boss! We’ll obey anything! Just stop!"

"Big Bro Boss!!"

Their greatest fear—starvation—had been weaponized against them. Broken, they begged for mercy, addressing Yoru as their supreme leader.

But he wasn’t done.

He intensified the effect, amplifying their hunger to agonizing levels.

Soon, they weren’t even pleading anymore—just sobbing uncontrollably, staring at Yoru like he was the devil himself.

"Alright, enough crying."

The instant he spoke, they instantly silenced themselves, trembling like scolded children awaiting orders.

Testing their obedience, Yoru found them completely submissive. Satisfied, he released the technique.

Freed, the giant brothers dropped to their knees, pressing their palms together in a comical, desperate plea for forgiveness.

"Pfft—"

Seeing these two monstrous brutes acting like misbehaving toddlers nearly made Yoru burst out laughing.

Chapter 77: Anma Keion

Facing the two pairs of wide, watery eyes staring at him, Umino Yoru suddenly felt like he was bullying a pair of kindergarten kids.

Except these "kids" were freakishly huge.

Gurgle, gurgle—

Fujin and Raijin’s stomachs roared like war drums, loud enough to be considered a ninja-world oddity.

The sheer volume of their hunger pangs was unsettling. Seeing the two giants clasping their hands together pitifully, Umino Yoru decided to cut them some slack and pulled out two large salted fish jerky sticks.

"Here. Eat."

The classic "stick and carrot" approach worked instantly.

"Thank you, Boss Supreme!"

Fujin and Raijin reflexively bowed, accepting the fish with eerily perfect manners—as if they’d been conditioned this way before.

"Mmm! So good!"

"Haven’t had fish in forever!"

They wolfed down the jerky, their hunger momentarily sated. Though four or five pounds of fish only took the edge off, at least their stomachs stopped sounding like a battlefield.

The "carrot" part of the tactic worked wonders. After a few more sticks, Fujin and Raijin genuinely acknowledged Umino Yoru as their *"Boss Supreme"*—half out of fear, half out of gratitude.

Now fully loyal, they started rambling about their grievances, complaining that the village had "stolen their food" and begging their new boss to help them get it back.

Umino Yoru had no intention of indulging their idiocy. "If you want your rations, go complain to Tsunade."

But the brothers were stubborn. In their simple minds, since Umino Yoru could make them hungrier than ever and scarier than Tsunade’s punches, he must be stronger than her.

Thus, in their mental hierarchy, "Boss Supreme" now outranked "Tsunade Big Sis."

These two are powerful, but their brains are a disaster.

Fujin and Raijin kept clasping their hands, pleading for him to "confiscate their food back from the village." Umino Yoru nearly considered returning them to Tsunade as defective goods.

But they weren’t completely unmanageable. As long as they were fed, they’d obey without question.

To distract them from their suicidal mission of "declaring war on Konoha’s logistics department," Umino Yoru decided to get them food another way.

"Fujin, Raijin—into the river."

Without hesitation, the two giants splashed into the water, not even questioning why.

They were strong but couldn’t use chakra water-walking. Luckily, the river was shallow, only reaching their chests.

"Shockwave!"

Umino Yoru unleashed an ultrasonic pulse into the water.

Seconds later, dozens of fish floated to the surface, stunned.

"Fish! Yummy fish!"

"Boss Supreme is amazing! He can hunt fish!"

"Way better than Tsunade Big Sis!"

Their IQs skyrocketed when food was involved. They eagerly gathered the haul—over a hundred pounds of fish, enough to last them weeks.

As dusk fell, Umino Yoru watched them celebrating like idiots and snapped, "You got your food. Now get back to your patrol zone!"

"Yes, Boss Supreme!"

They instantly bundled the fish in vine nets and sprinted off at shunshin-like speeds, vanishing into the distance.

Umino Yoru: ???

That… worked too well.

Couldn’t you at least take Anma Keion with you?!

Sighing, he shook his head. Their blind obedience was annoying but also… kind of impressive.

He considered crossing the river to return to his own sector, but remembering how Anma Keion had overexerted herself casting a B-rank genjutsu (Tree Binding Death) to protect him, he couldn’t just leave her unconscious in the wild.

"Malnourishment and chakra exhaustion. Great."

A quick check confirmed she was just skinny and starving, her stomach filled with nothing but wild greens.

He took out a sugar-based energy bar, broke off small pieces, and fed them to her, carefully helping her swallow with water.

To speed things up, he placed his hands on her stomach and channeled Yang Release chakra, stimulating her digestion.

"Huh. Flat as a board. Pity."

Anma Keion had delicate, almost ethereal beauty—rare even in a world full of kunoichi. But her figure was… lacking.

Not my type. I prefer… ahem, healthier proportions. For nutritional reasons. Definitely not personal preference.

"Cough! Cough!"

She woke up moments later, her first words being—

"A-Are you okay?! Did Fujin and Raijin hurt you?!"

She assumed the worst—that the brothers had robbed him and left.

After Umino Yoru explained, her eyes sparkled with admiration.

"Senpai, you’re amazing! You actually tamed Fujin and Raijin!"

Her big, starry eyes locked onto him with pure hero worship.

Umino Yoru sighed.

Great. Another problem.

Chapter 78: Spiral Piercing Wave

After just a brief exchange, Yoru noticed that Anma carried none of the arrogance typical of a ninja clan heir.

Instead, she reminded him of Hyūga Hinata—soft-spoken yet quietly resilient. Her delicate features were sweet and endearing, though her frail frame lacked the mature charm Hinata would later develop.

Anma , however, clearly idolized Yoru. Once they grew familiar, she eagerly sought his advice on training. Yoru shared some general ninja wisdom, and when she pulled out a notebook to jot everything down, he indulged her with deeper insights—especially on chakra control, which she absorbed like a sponge.

Not one to waste an opportunity, Yoru also picked her brain about genjutsu.

The fact that Anma could cast B-rank illusions like Demon Tree Murder spoke volumes about her talent. Were it not for her frail constitution, reaching jonin-level in genjutsu would’ve been effortless.

While illusions had limited impact in high-tier battles, their value in team fights was terrifying—especially when supporting allies.

Yoru had always wanted to learn genjutsu but lacked the means. Now, even if he couldn’t master it, understanding how to break illusions would be invaluable. (No more stabbing his thigh to snap out of them, hopefully.)

Their short exchange proved fruitful, but genjutsu wasn’t something one mastered overnight. As Yoru prepared to return to the frontlines, Anma suddenly pressed a pink notebook into his hands.

"This is my genjutsu training journal. It’ll help you build a foundation. I hope… you don’t mind."

"Thanks." He nodded, tucking it into his weapon pouch.

Anma clan genjutsu notes were rare—the kind even money couldn’t buy. Unlike elemental jutsu, which could be bartered for, illusions were tightly guarded. Maybe due to their psychological risks, or deeper secrets—even the black market rarely traded them.

Now indebted, Yoru couldn’t just let Anma wither into a sickly beauty.

"Anma , you’re too thin. You need to nourish yourself." His gaze lingered pointedly on her malnourished frame.

"Eep!" Her face burned crimson, steam practically rising from her head.

"Here. Eat these to… grow properly." He handed her a box of sugar-cured energy blocks as reciprocation before vanishing with a Shunshin.

Anma stared at his retreating figure, clutching the box. "He wasn’t handsome, but so kind… so safe. Ah! I forgot to ask his name! Will I see him again?"

Meanwhile, Yoru—after detouring—reached the frontline in minutes. With a poof of smoke, he shed his disguise, reverting to his canonically handsome face.

His shadow clones had maintained vigilance via subsonic radar jutsu, so the sector was secure. After checking on the trio’s training, he resumed his own grueling regimen.

Day after day, progress came steadily. When monotony set in, he’d forage for honey. The mountainous terrain of Rice Country teemed with rock bees—unlike rare timber bees, their hives dotted cliffs every few miles.

Harvesting rock honey was simpler too. No need for Water Prison Sand Cutter—even granite yielded to a miniature Rasengan.

He stockpiled thousands of pounds of honey, selling none. Instead, he traded sugar blocks at inflated prices, repurchasing malt syrup to produce more.

Parallelly, he hoarded explosive tags and soldier pills. Kunai and shuriken? Not cost-effective.

Intel from Steel Ganseki and Shimotsuki Hayabusa hinted at Hanzo the Salamander’s decline. Within six months, he’d likely dub Jiraiya’s team the "Sannin" and sign a ceasefire with Konoha.

Once that happened? Peacetime perks would vanish.

Sand and Stone would escalate the war, turning items like energy blocks and explosive tags into unobtainium—prices skyrocketing tenfold. A stockpile could even buy political leverage.

Not that Yoru cared. He just wanted a retirement fund.

"The Rasengan’s hit its limit. Time to evolve it into the Piercing Wave."

Absorbing his clones’ training memories, Yoru confirmed the technique had plateaued.

He headed to the supply depot for rubber rods and steel pipes—materials to reshape the Rasengan’s form.

The Piercing Wave was a ranged variant, inspired by another anime and his Chidori Sharp Spear development.

"If a rubber ball molds chakra into a sphere, a tube should stretch it into a spiral drill."

Past success with the Rasengan’s creation made him confident. This would work.

Chapter 79: Weapon Smuggling

His Hole-Piercing Wave wasn’t like the Rasengan, which required maintaining the stability of a spiraling sphere.

All he needed was to reshape the Rasengan into a tubular form, allowing it to unleash a powerful spiraling cutting force—once that was achieved, the basic development would be complete.

Given the Rasengan’s terrifying grinding power, he didn’t even need to enhance its offensive capabilities. Just perfecting its shape would make it a formidable technique, easily rivaling the Chidori Sharp Spear.

The development process was straightforward:

Rubber tubes for initial shaping.

Steel pipes for structural reinforcement.

Solid iron rods for final testing.

If the technique could spiral-cut through solid iron rods, its power would undoubtedly match—or surpass—the Chidori Sharp Spear.

Leaving a shadow clone on patrol duty, * Yoru * dashed toward the military supply exchange. He had another batch of sugar-based energy blocks ready for trade and planned to buy a large-capacity storage scroll to seal away his stockpiled supplies. Keeping them in his underground lab felt increasingly risky.

Sure, he had a shadow clone guarding the lab, but sealing everything away was safer. If the frontlines collapsed, he could grab the scroll and evacuate immediately.

As usual, his transaction with Kūen Zō went smoothly. With a newly purchased high-capacity storage scroll, he sealed away thousands of pounds of malt syrup, rubber tubes, steel pipes, and iron rods before heading back to the frontlines.

But before he’d gone far, he spotted a suspicious group of shinobi.

"Puppet users… Are these Suna-nin?"

Though dressed as Konoha ANBU, their behavior was furtive, and among them were three puppet specialists—a full Sunagakure squad of nine, including:

A sword-wielding taijutsu jōnin (clearly the strongest).

A special jōnin-level puppeteer.

A leader (special jōnin) whose chakra levels were barely above chūnin—likely weaker in actual combat than the two chūnin puppeteers.

Despite their stealth, they kept running into patrol squads.

"Huh?" Yoru frowned.

Instead of silencing the patrols, the group correctly recited Konoha’s passcodes and even produced legitimate ANBU credentials. The realization sent a chill down his spine.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell if they were real ANBU or Suna-nin imposters.

But soon, the truth became clear.

"Weapon smuggling?! Someone’s trading arms with Suna?!"

His shock was immediate. He suppressed his chakra further—even from miles away, the situation reeked of danger.

Through careful sensing, he confirmed:

The "ANBU" were indeed Sunagakure shinobi, part of a clan-backed smuggling ring.

This wasn’t their first deal. The trade had been ongoing.

The Konoha side was also a clan-affiliated smuggling team—not random merchants.

Neither side had outright betrayed their village. Instead, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement:

Trading weapons and supplies (Sunagakure offered gold dust and iron ingots; Konoha provided soldier pills, weapons, and even explosive tags).

Exchanging intelligence.

Eliminating mutual enemies.

When he saw explosive tags in the trade, Yoru nearly leaked killing intent. Thankfully, his training under Maruboshi Kosuke helped him suppress it.

"Wait… Are they turning on each other?"

Post-trade, tensions flared. The Suna-nin demanded intel on a specific target, but the Konoha team kept dodging the request, angering them.

"Ebizō’s disciple?"

"Mechanical Shield Puppet?"

"A special jōnin puppeteer team probing the frontlines?"

The keywords clicked. Last month, he’d killed a scar-faced special jōnin puppeteer—one with exceptionally crafted puppets, far superior to standard models. That shinobi had dual-puppet control and unique chakra thread frequencies, which Yoru had secretly studied.

"Is the Konoha smuggling team… covering for me?"

The pieces fit:

The slain puppeteer was Ebizō’s student.

Suna wanted revenge but lacked specifics on Yoru .

The Konoha team was deliberately withholding his info.

"Why would they protect me?"

He had no clan ties—his only connection was Chōji Toriō, a loyal Konoha shinobi who’d never engage in smuggling.

The kill had been an A-rank mission—not secretive enough to hide entirely, but Suna clearly lacked details and was now purchasing intel.

The Konoha team’s refusal enraged the Suna-nin.

"They’re fighting!"

The Suna squad ambushed the Konoha smugglers, with the three puppeteers unleashing wide-range hidden weapon techniques. The Konoha team, caught off-guard, was nearly wiped out.

"Intel is everything in shinobi combat." Without it, even skilled fighters could fall to a well-planned assault.

Soon, the Suna-nin executed all but one—the Konoha team’s leader, an elite chūnin—and let him leave with the traded goods still in hand.

This wasn’t a full severance. Just a warning: Provide the intel next time, or the deals end.

The smuggling would continue. But now, Yoru had a new problem.

Someone in Konoha’s shadows was shielding him.

And he had no idea who—or why.

Chapter 80: Eliminating Dissent

"I can’t let him take the Sand’s smuggling demands back. If he does, word of me killing Ebizō’s disciple will spread."

A cold realization gripped *Umino Yoru *. This was bad—very bad.

Without hesitation, he concealed his presence and activated the Body Flicker Technique, darting through the forest to intercept the Konoha smuggling overseer before he could report back.

Within minutes, he’d overtaken the man and set up an ambush.

Even a lion uses full strength to crush a rabbit.

The forest was silent.

The overseer, carrying a massive sealed smuggling scroll, leapt over a towering tree, shaking loose a shower of leaves—some of which landed on him.

Then—

Poof!

Three faint puffs of smoke erupted as three of the "leaves" transformed into Yoru ’s shadow clones, instantly restraining the man. To prevent resistance, they shattered his limbs with ruthless efficiency.

And to stop any suicide attempt? A kunai flashed, shearing off the molars in his lower jaw before he could bite down on a poison capsule.

"So it’s Mitarashi Gaku covering up the intel for me…?"

Yoru was stunned. The one helping bury this incident wasn’t an ally—it was his enemy, Mitarashi Gaku himself.

Interrogation

The questioning went suspiciously smoothly.

Konoha shinobi were known for their iron will. Even under the Ten Torments of the Manchu, most would die before breaking.

But this overseer?

A spoiled clansman’s lackey—trusted by Gaku but weak-willed and fragile.

After just:

Ripping out his teeth.

Breaking all ten fingers.

A round of "Hunger Digestion Torture."

And threats of the Manchu Torments…

He spilled everything.

Not just about the Sand’s smuggling—every dirty deal, every hidden ledger, even the time he peeked at his neighbor bathing as a kid.

"Not so loyal after all, huh? Keeping secret accounts?"

Yoru smirked. The man had meticulously recorded every transaction, likely as insurance against betrayal.

Smart… but not smart enough.

The Rot in Konoha

"The Mitarashi clan… what ‘noble’ shinobi you are."

Yoru ’s voice dripped venom.

This smuggling ring wasn’t rogue—it was Mitarashi Gaku’s operation, trading with Sand’s nobility. Not treason, just "clan diplomacy."

Back in the Warring States era, such dealings were common. Enemy nobles intermarried, shared intel, even orchestrated deaths of rivals.

But since the Five Great Nations formed? Konoha, the superpower, had stamped this out.

Or so he thought.

"Greed really does make men stupid."

The Mitarashi were a minor clan—barely second-tier despite having a Hokage Advisor. Yet here they were, gambling their entire lineage for profit and political leverage.

One misstep, and even Mitarashi En, the elder, wouldn’t escape the fallout.

The Windfall

"But their loss is my gain."

Yoru ’s eyes gleamed as he unsealed the smuggling scroll.

Tons of gold dust—worth 6-7 million ryō at least. Add the steel ingots? Over 10 million ryō total.

Enough to hire Kakuzu, the infamous bounty hunter, for a hit.

"Hah…"

He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus.

First, he sealed the corpse in a scroll—no evidence left behind.

Then, he raced after the Sand smuggling squad, catching up within minutes.

They moved cautiously, avoiding Konoha patrols.

Yoru left a shadow clone to track them while his real body veered toward the frontline defenses—to find Akimichi Torifu and mobilize a strike team.

The Bitter Pill

"Damn shame."

His jaw tightened as he eyed the Sand team’s cargo: