Chapter 511: Listen to Your Father-in-Law
Emerging from the Land of Rain's central high tower, Ryo stood firmly on the spot, falling into deep contemplation for several brief moments.
Although he had never formally studied the memory-reading methodologies native to the Yamanaka clan, wielding a maxed-out, level-ten Yin Release attribute paired with Yahiko rendering absolute zero mental resistance, Ryo had successfully harvested the vast majority of his historical memory repository.
This prominently featured a massive cluster of visual sequences from Yahiko's childhood, chronicling the prolonged duration when Tenji had escorted his wandering vessel across the world. Naturally, these tracks cloaked the exact coordinates of several of the Dark Akatsuki's hidden strongholds.
Consequentially, Ryo was currently analyzing which specific sanctuary Tenji was highly probable to have relocated Gaara's vessel to.
"Prior to my Spore Clone being cleanly erased, its active tracking feedback placed it along the western perimeter of the Land of Rain. Positioned squarely within the western sector sit two distinct strongholds—one to the northwest, and one to the southwest... Under that framework, the Great Ancestor shall comfortably chart a direct course straight to the west!"
Sprinting via Body Flicker for over twenty continuous kilometers to the west, Ryo's physical frame given a subtle pause. He had maintained his absolute sensory parameters at peak capacity along the entire route, and right at this exact fraction of a second, his sensory grid abruptly locked onto the chakra signatures belonging to two distinct acquaintances—Chiyo and Sasori.
The chakra signatures vibrating within both matrices were exceptionally feeble and thread-like. Specifically evaluating Chiyo's metrics, her flame of life appeared to be on the absolute brink of burning down to a flickering ash...
Ryo's heart parameters experienced a sharp jolt of alarm, violently pivoting his trajectory straight toward the northern horizons.
A mere dozen continuous seconds later, an absolute wasteland of completely shattered mountain forests and heavily cratered, pitted terrain violently loomed before Ryo's sight. The surrounding clearance was literally packed to the brim with fractured puppet fragments—remnants of the colossal Optimus Prime, paired along the broken limbs of the Ten Puppets of Chikamatsu...
Stationed right beside the trunk of a massive, collapsed tree, Ryo caught sight of Chiyo prostrated flat against the dirt, her breath parameters exceptionally weak and trace-like. Knit his brows into a sharp knot, he wove a Body Flicker to materialize at her side, frantically deploying his medical ninjutsu straight into her vessel.
"The structural trauma is monumentally dense. Had the Great Ancestor delayed his arrival by a mere five minutes, I would have been forced to systematically collect Chiyo's corpse. This couldn't possibly be a casualty inflicted by Sasori's hands, could it? That absolute brat..."
The absolute fraction of a second he caught Temari's prose detailing that Chiyo and Sasori intended to step out this morning, his cognitive parameters had already compiled a rough, tentative speculation. Chiyo single-mindedly desired to test her limits one final time—highly probable to operate as the absolute terminal trial of her lifetime parameters—to thoroughly flatten Sasori, forcefully educating his mind that a puppeteer's artistic mastery commands zero terminal boundary, and explicitly proving that the trajectory his vessel had chosen was completely erroneous!
Yet, analyzing the unvarnished severity of Chiyo's current structural wounds, she had ultimately sustained a total defeat across this final, monumentally desperate clash.
"Where is Sasori? Did he genuinely abandon Chiyo... Mmm?" Ryo was briefly startled. His sensory parameters razor-sharply reported that Sasori's active chakra signature was pulsating directly beneath Chiyo's physical body.
Stabilizing Chiyo's terminal wound parameters, Ryo gently flipped her torso over. As expected, resting securely beneath her frame sat that specific, specialized block of biological flesh bearing the meticulously etched kanji for 'Sasori' (Sasori).
The absolute millisecond Chiyo's body was shifted clear of the coordinate, a dense, sprawling web of chakra threads violently erupted from the pinned Core of Flesh, snapping straight onto a handful of neighboring puppet fragments scattered across the dirt, mechanically stitching together a thoroughly 'deformed and incomplete' Sasori.
Sasori's framework was heavily missing an array of vital structural components, causing his physical articulation to operate with severe, lagging friction, closely mimicking a localized robotic breakdance routine.
Adjusting his mechanics for several brief moments, he finally managed to open his vocal apparatus to speak, throwing out those exact same two characteristic syllables: "Pointless."
Ryo's palms remained firmly blanketed by a continuous flare of high-powered medical ninjutsu: "Chiyo has sustained exceptionally severe structural wounds. Wielding the premier medical care administered by the Great Ancestor, her vessel will comfortably bypass an immediate terminal demise today, yet her longevity parameters are rapidly approaching their absolute final boundary loop. At the absolute maximum, she retains a mere year or a handful of months of natural life left. This structural reality... do your parameters genuinely grade it as 'pointless'?"
"...Pointless!"
Ryo given a subtle pause, before a broad smile smoothly blanked across his baby fat: "This time around, there exists absolute zero requirement for my presence to supply a custom voiceover block, doesn't there? The unvarnished human emotions dwelling deep within your matrix can fundamentally no longer be suppressed by your machinery! Safely harvest the localized teardrops seeping from the corners of your eye sockets; the absolute millisecond your vessel successfully reverts back into a human framework down the line, remember to taste the unvarnished saltiness!"
Before Ryo's position, Chiyo slowly forced her eyes open. Her dual pupils radiated a sweeping, fluid shimmer, causing Ryo's mind to momentarily blur as he viscerally recalled the image of that lively, vibrant eleven-year-old girl from a solid sixty-two years ago...
This nostalgic psychological state was cleanly suppressed a single micro-second later, and Chiyo rapidly locked her expression back into her familiar, wrinkled old-woman template, extending her arm to point straight toward the northern horizons: "Senior, Gaara is resting on that coordinate!"
Ryo was violently startled: "Gaara?!"
His physical frame wove a rapid string of spatial flickers. Inside a colossal, yawning crater positioned several hundred meters away, Gaara lay flat on his back across the dirt, his biological temperature rapidly cooling to an absolute, chilling freeze... Unleashing gravitational pull to smoothly float Gaara's vessel into mid-air, Ryo wove a rapid Body Flicker to escort his body straight back to Chiyo's side.
"You and Sasori fundamentally didn't transform the landscape into an absolute wasteland due to a standard sparring block; your forces actively collided against the Dark Akatsuki?"
Chiyo executed a grueling internal struggle to force her torso into a sitting position, utilizing a wave of basic medical ninjutsu to diagnose Gaara's physiological parameters. A brief moment later, she let out a long, hollow sigh: "As expected... has he completely kicked the bucket? Senior, what precise technical methodology did the Dark Akatsuki deploy to successfully capture the Lord Fifth Kazekage directly from his quarters?"
Ryo calculated the logistics for two seconds, comprehensively detailing the 'unvarnished truth' surrounding Yahiko's parameters to Chiyo, explicitly illuminating the comprehensive 'causes and structural consequences' governing the reality that his memory tracks had been heavily altered under the Dark Akatsuki Patriarch's hands.
"Is that how the logistics map out... I genuinely hadn't anticipated that the Dark Akatsuki would deploy an underhanded manipulation methodology of this specific nature."
"For memory tracks to be effortlessly rewritten explicitly proves the unvarnished fragility governing a standard human vessel," Sasori interjected with absolute, deadpan calm.
Ryo shot a sharp, sidelong glance toward his mechanical frame: "Your machinery is exceptionally robust, is it? Why don't you meticulously appraise the thoroughly deformed, incomplete wreck your vessel currently manifests! Two high-powered units coupling forces to engage a singular adversary, yet your parameters were still thoroughly flattened into absolute garbage... Oh, Chiyo, my prose is fundamentally not targeting your execution."
"Tch! Pointless..." Sasori given a localized pause, clumsily swaying his frame across the dirt to hunt down usable puppet debris, single-mindedly desiring to execute a crude self-repair block for his vessel.
Chiyo lightly pursed her dried, wrinkled lips: "Senior, the Dark Akatsuki delegation cloaked an aggregate total of three distinct entities."
"Three?" Ryo knit his brows into a narrow slit.
Chiyo gave a firm nod: "The entity who systematically executed the high-powered extraction rotation to strip the One-Tail straight out of Gaara's vessel was precisely the Dark Akatsuki Patriarch. The specific unit who launched a direct physical assault against our forces was a Konoha rogue ninja—Orochimaru. His independent strength tier... has scaled to an exceptionally exaggerated, terrifying parameter! With my presence and Sasori seamlessly coupling our peak output together, our combined matrix could strictly maintain a defensive hold for less than five continuous minutes."
Ryo's physical frame given a sudden standstill, his dual eyes subtly closing into a narrow slit: "Orochimaru has definitively stepped onto the absolute polar opposite flank confronting my wing, has he. Exactly who constitutes the final individual?"
"That specific entity remained firmly stationed on his coordinate to silently observe the combat parameters, loosely appearing to operate as... the biological Father-in-Law to the Dark Akatsuki Patriarch!"
"Who?" Ryo was completely, thoroughly caught flat-footed.
The sovereign Father-in-Law to Tenji? Wouldn't that parameter structurally align to the biological father of Princess Kaguya herself? How on earth was a structural development of this nature logically possible under the heavens!
"Father-in-Law, Father-in-Law... this definitively designates that absolute underhanded bastard Teuchi, correct?" Ryo fell into deep, focused calculation. "If it genuinely constitutes his presence, why on earth did he decline to proactively execute a terminal strike to cleanly flatten Orochimaru and Tenji? Even assuming his raw output tier failed to match their combined matrix, he could have comfortably stalled the logistical timeline to await the Great Ancestor's touchdown... That absolute bastard, exactly what structural calculations is his mind revolving around?!"
"Senior, prior to my consciousness drifting into a comatose state, my tracking arrays successfully intercepted a specific segment of the conversational prose exchanged among those three entities."
Sifting backward through the chronological timeline to a brief half-hour ago.
Chiyo and Sasori had cleanly collapsed flat against the dirt before Orochimaru's position. Orochimaru systematically sealed several of Sasori's relatively intact Optimus Prime puppet frames straight into his custom laboratory scrolls.
"Tenji, the combat parameters have reached their terminal conclusion!"
Tenji slowly lifted his dual hands: "The timing maps out with flawless precision; the extraction rotation targeting the One-Tail has concurrently achieved its absolute completion. Administer the terminal, high-powered strike to cleanly wipe their vessels off the face of the earth."
"Hold back your hand!" Teuchi chuckled smoothly, his wrinkled face violently erupting into a magnificent chrysanthemum bloom: "Son-in-Law, for your parameters to operate with this tier of absolute cold-blooded, merciless cruelty is an execution I fundamentally cannot endorse if my precious, darling daughter is slated to continuously remain along your flanks down the timeline. Look at that specific elderly woman pushing past her seventies—she quite literally burned through her remaining life force strictly to shield her grandson's vessel beneath her frame. Does a visual block of this nature fail to ignite a trace of paternal mercy within your heart parameters?"
"Mercy?" Tenji let out a sharp, mocking scoff. "Orochimaru, execute the strike!"
Orochimaru elegantly darted his long tongue out to lick his pale lips, taking several measured paces to navigate back to stand directly beside their flanks: "Tenji, follow the logistical counsel administered by your sovereign Father-in-Law; across certain specific milestones, a trace of mercy is an attribute your matrix rightfully must sustain."
Tenji: ???
"Almighty... Mmm?!"
Teuchi wove his right arm forward, effortlessly erasing Tenji's concentrated gravitational output into absolute nothingness: "Be an exceptionally good child; conscientiously listen to your Father-in-Law's words!"
"You absolute bastard..."
Orochimaru interjected with his characteristic raspy cadence: "Tenji, let us execute our immediate departure route. It is highly probable that the Senior's velocity parameters shall hit these coordinates exceptionally soon..."
Tenji given a brief pause, snapping his head around to face Teuchi: "Didn't your entity explicitly declare just a moment ago that your presence possessed the absolute capacity to independently handle Ryo Uzumaki?"
Teuchi shook his head with a broad smile: "The current timeline has fundamentally not ripened to the optimal milestone yet. Meticulously appraise your internal matrix; the tailed beasts have been sealed across your vessel in an exceptionally chaotic, un-synchronized mess. The absolute millisecond we navigate back to our primary base, your Father-in-Law shall personally execute a premier clinical overhaul to flawlessly align your parameters, subsequent to which I shall systematically seal the Eight-Tails and the One-Tail straight into your core vessel. Once that milestone is locked down, we can comfortably march out to engage Ryo Uzumaki in a straight, high-powered frontal clash!"
Tenji's brow twisted into a tight knot: "Your presence possesses the technical capacity to smoothly streamline and align the tailed beasts' chakra pools?"
Teuchi squinted his dual eyes into a tiny slit: "Your Father-in-Law is monumentally omnipotent under the heavens, child; your vessel is structurally mandated to listen to your Father-in-Law's words!"
"Follow his directives." Orochimaru added a smooth, raspy validation.
Tenji: "..."
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