Chapter 520: I Shall Lure
Shouts of recognition toward family members echoed continuously across the battlefield. When the Reanimation Ancestral Relative Battalion simultaneously called out the names of their living relatives while charging forward, the visual dynamic of the entire war instantly transformed into an exceptionally bizarre sequence.
Ryo offered a confused scratch of his hair loops. Navigating a framework of this nature made it monumentally difficult to smoothly unleash ten continuous rounds of his high-powered blast routine to cleanly erase their parameters; when all was said and done, he was fundamentally far from being a completely heartless, cold-blooded Great Ancestor.
"I shall allocate a strict five-minute window for your lines! Advance straight ahead to execute a casual catch-up block alongside your deceased relatives. However, your units are structurally mandated to measure your limitations; refrain from getting clumsily slaughtered by the hands of your very own dead family! The Five-Member Squad paired along the global patrol sentinels shall permanently manage the surveillance grid to safeguard the perimeter!"
"Understood, Grand Elder!"
In a single fraction of a second, resonant cheers violently reverberated through the sky blocks. A magnificent, world-ending final war was seamlessly warped to operate as a massive, cross-realm familial reunion convention.
Ryo wove a rapid string of spatial displacements to touched down along the western frontier blocks of the Land of Whirlpools, delivering an identical template of logistical directives to manage their parameters.
Even though the battlefield configuration had devolved to a highly chaotic block, the shinobi native to the Land of Whirlpools possessed an exceptionally airtight database tracking the strength metrics governing their deceased relatives. The system was monumentally insulated from logging an anomalous crisis—such as a Chunin named Gousheng logging a casual catch-up block alongside his Jonin Third Uncle, strictly to be cleanly sliced into two blocks by the uncle's blades. Consequentially, the localized parameters remained tightly within operational control for the immediate duration.
"Well, Teacher, deploying our strategic assets under this framework... could it possibly cloak a trace of unoptimized leakage?" Nagato articulated with a trace of distinct internal hesitation.
"It is absolute zero issue; my personal presence shall continuously flash left and right across the grids to monitor the metrics, let us comfortably grant their lines a strict five minutes. The available window of opportunity to lock eyes alongside their deceased relatives is highly probable to be a completely unique occurrence across their lifetimes," Ryo waved his hand smoothly. "Reflecting on the logistics, it explicitly appears the calendar day the Great Ancestor moved into the burial vault was a fraction too late; to think they managed to aggressively excavate this monumental volume of ancestral graves. However, executing the metrics under this framework carries its own hidden utility..."
Provided the adversaries possessed the reckless audacity to reanimate the trio of Hitomi, Nanako, and Yoriko, the terminal demise parameters governing Tenji's vessel would instantly drop to an absolute zero countdown under the sun!
"Nagato, have the comprehensive defensive layouts blanketing the southern maritime sector paired along the eastern maritime perimeter been cleanly finalized down to the letter?"
Nagato gave an exceptionally firm nod: "The newly engineered high-potency Chakra Cannons have been systematically anchored all along the shoreline boundaries, and the specialized Sensory Battalion has concurrently concentrated their monitoring arrays on those exact coordinates; zero entity commands the clearance to successfully breach our landmass borders!"
"Splendid! Your independent focus remains securely stationed on this coordinate to audit the parameters; I am structurally mandated to sprint back to the northern frontier blocks... Mmm?! Tsukika, cleanly flash inside the Great Ancestor's pocket space to hold your position for a brief duration!"
Coiled deep within his point-blank sensory grid, an monumentally familiar, titanic reservoir of raw chakra had violently and abruptly materialized into active tracking. Ryo wove a rapid Body Flicker to achieve an instantaneous point-blank touchdown on the coordinate, unleashing a dense layer of repulsive force to aggressively push every single allied and hostile unit clear of the impact radius, while concurrently condensing a highly concentrated, brilliant crimson Tailed Beast Bomb directly inside his palm matrix...
Flawlessly synchronized alongside his movement, the enemy shinobi facing his position wove an identical template of a Tailed Beast Bomb scaling to a perfectly level volume directly before his maw!
The dual high-powered spheres crashed head-on against one another, triggering a cataclysmic, deafening roar that violently shook the environment. The blinding crimson shockwave blasted outward, only to be seamlessly captured by Ryo's repulsive barriers, compressing the raging torrent into a highly volatile, continuously vibrating miniature sphere of fire-red chakra, before cleanly channeling the anomaly straight inside his Fire Release pocket space. The absolute micro-second that fire-red sphere detonated, it triggered an absolute, cataclysmic volcanic eruption sequence across his internal space...
Subsequent to executing that mitigation loop, Ryo wove a rapid spatial flicker to materialize point-blank before the adversary, flattening his right palm directly atop the enemy's crown. The six-tomoe Rinne Sharingan lining his eye sockets wove a frantic rotation to cleanly extract the target's soul parameters, violently hurl-dropping the spirit straight inside his Spiritual Space isolation grid!
"Utterly detestable, Tenji genuinely commands a highly sophisticated tier of underhanded tactical planning, deploying a red-haired incarnation of Yagura to seamlessly blend straight inside the Land of Whirlpools' Ancestral Relative Battalion; a structural loophole of this magnitude came within a single hair's breadth of triggering a catastrophic failure node across my lines." Ryo dropped a silent, raging curse inside his mind.
A short distance away, a non-negligible battalion of ancestral relatives was currently charging directly toward his coordinates, their vocal apparatus frantically shouting out: "Our deepest, most absolute apologies, Lord Grand Elder! Our biological vessels flatly lack the capacity to execute an internal resistance to override the control parameters!"
Ryo calculated the metrics for a brief half-second: "Let us systematically bring this catch-up block to an absolute terminal conclusion down to the letter; prioritize executing an immediate blitz to cleanly level the Ancestral Relative Battalion to prevent supplementary anomalies from breaking through."
Flanking the alternative sector, Nagato rapidly coordinated the Land of Whirlpools' Medical Battalion to initiate an immediate care rotation targeting the living shinobi who had sustained minor structural trauma from Ryo's descending repulsive wave.
"Do your tracking arrays report the presence of any critically wounded operatives?" Ryo hollered.
"Well! The stats report strictly light, superficial trauma across the board!"
Ryo gave a firm nod. Lifting his dual arms forward, his entire physical framework morphed into an array of lightning-fast afterimages: "Sprawling Multitude: Four Symbols Seal (Tadō: Shishō Fūin)!"
Deep within the tranquil perimeters of the Spiritual Space.
A dense gathering of historical 'legends' wove a highly curious, wide-eyed circle to lock their sight straight onto the red-haired正太 (shota) framework of Yagura.
"Exactly who constitutes this child? A vibrant crown of red hair; does his matrix explicitly map to our Land of Whirlpools lineage? To think his vessel logged a verified terminal demise across his absolute youth parameters..."
Yagura's conscious awareness was completely swimming in a fog of absolute, blank bewilderment confronting this visual aesthetic. Yet, upon catching the academic query voiced by Nanako, his pride parameters instinctually drove his chest to puff out with unadorned dignity: "Yours truly is fundamentally far from being a child; my vessel has long since successfully crossed the absolute threshold of full adulthood! Furthermore, my independent alignment flatly declines to map to the Land of Whirlpools; I operate under the mantle of a premier shinobi native to the Hidden Mist Village... Err, what precise coordinate block does this domain designate? My tracking memory distinctly reports that my presence logged a terminal demise from the mortal coil. Holy heaven! Has my vessel genuinely kicked the bucket?"
Mito wove a warm, gentle smile across her face: "This child appears to be monumentally innocent and adorable; does Hiruzen command the active tracking data to recognize his signature?"
Hiruzen hesitated for a brief moment to analyze the framework: "The visual profile loosely maps to the Three-Tails Jinchuriki native to the Hidden Mist Village—Yagura. Could it possibly be that the Senior wove a secondary spatial journey block to demand an asset straight from the Sage of Six Paths?"
"The Three-Tails Jinchuriki native to the Hidden Mist," Tobirama knit his brows into a narrow slit upon catching that validation. "The Second Grandpa would fundamentally never execute a customized spatial journey block targeting the Sage of Six Paths strictly to secure an asset of his tier. Pulling his spirit straight inside this domain explicitly proves his presence crossed paths alongside the youth across the mortal boundary, mapping perfectly to the Reanimation Jutsu deployment... Which structurally implies that the final clash has officially commenced its active rotation!"
Yagura: ???
This silhouette loosely maps to... the Second Hokage? The Third Hokage? Exactly who am I? What precise coordinate block does my vessel occupy under heaven?
"Ohh! Has the final clash officially launched its active parameters?!" Hitomi's entire face violently flushed with a burning wave of absolute exhilaration. "Nanako, Yoriko, let us mobilize our absolute vocal output within this spatial matrix to supply a high-powered cheering shield for the Teacher!"
"Teacher! Teacher! Unleash your absolute limits! Victory! Victory!"
The absolute entirety of the Spiritual Space instantly plunged into an absolute, deadpan silence.
Across the outside world.
Continuously unleashing a rapid, single-wave barrage of several hundred Four Symbols Seals, even an entity commanding Ryo's titanic stamina parameters couldn't resist tracking a minor trace of physical fatigue.
Resting securely within the Ancestral Relative Battalion were roughly a dozen individual units whose raw output parameters exceeded the retention boundaries governed by his standard Four Symbols Seal; currently, the specialized Sealing Battalion was actively reinforcing the barrier layers to permanently lock down their matrices. Concurrently, Ryo was deploying his maxed-out medical ninjutsu straight into the vessels of two heavily wounded shinobi native to the Land of Whirlpools.
Navigating a shinobi world of this massive magnitude, setting aside the core members of the Uzumaki clan, there continuously existed a non-negligible pool of alternative ninja who cloaked a vibrant crown of red hair. Even though the absolute vanguard Yagura had been razor-sharply detected and cleanly flattened by Ryo's hands in a micro-second, the Reanimation Relative Battalion wove an array of roughly a dozen red-haired Jonin and Chunin who had violently launched a sudden, point-blank ambush volley, delivering an immediate wave of structural trauma that knocked seven to eight Whirlpools shinobi onto the casualty sheets—talk about coming within a single hair's breadth of a catastrophic disaster...
"The care rotation has achieved its absolute completion!" Retracting his medical chakra, Ryo spun his torso around to issue clinical directives to handle Kimimaro's metrics: "Coordinate the forces to systematically clear the debris blanketing the battlefield. The high-powered seals anchoring these entities must structurally sustain their active hold until the final war achieves its terminal conclusion under heaven, ensuring the adversary flatly lacks the operational clearance to execute a secondary, repetitive Reanimation loop targeting their matrices."
"Understood, God!"
"Screeech~!" Abruptly, a sharp, resonant hawk cry violently rippled across the entirety of the battlefield block, causing Ryo to come within a single micro-second of instinctively lifting his hand to deliver an offensive strike to down the bird...
"A Summoning Hawk asset; it explicitly appears the communication dispatches compiled by the Land of Rain have successfully touched down on location. I parse zero data regarding the unvarnished status parameters governing the alternative major villages."
Ryo wove his arm forward to summon the bird down, yet the hawk targeted its flight trajectory with absolute, pinpoint precision to land squarely atop an intensely innocent, wide-eyed Jugo's shoulder.
"...Jugo, pace straight over to my coordinates!"
Concurrently, within a deeply hidden, desolate cavern situated right along an isolated corner block of the shinobi world, the cross-legged Tenji slowly forced his dual eyes open.
"A total structural failure... Ryo Uzumaki's independent strength tier vertically eclipses my highest estimates by an astronomical margin. The Tailed Beast Bomb unleashed by the Three-Tails at absolute peak combat output could fundamentally not even transmit a single drop of its explosive kinetic shockwave clear of his barriers; the Land of Whirlpools actually managed to avoid sustaining a single casualty across their ninja ranks."
"My personal presence explicitly detailed from the absolute beginning that deploying our assets under that framework was completely, thoroughly useless; I instructed your parameters that you are structurally mandated to listen to your Father-in-Law's words!" Teuchi chuckled smoothly, a radiant smile painting his wrinkled face.
"Listen to your words? Dispatches of White Zetsu launching decentralized assaults to target minor nations are flatly vetoed by your hands, claiming an execution of that nature violently compromises the absolute moral balance under heaven. Capturing high-value hostages is flatly blocked, claiming a maneuver of that styling is fundamentally far from being an honorable path a magnificent man should tread... Engaging a straight, high-powered frontal war, exactly who under heaven is slated to match Ryo Uzumaki? Are your absolute forces stepping forward to manage the combat parameters?!" Tenji had systematically lost a non-negligible fraction of his rational sanity, primarily because every single strategic proposition his mind compiled was instantly and completely vetoed under Teuchi's hands...
He naturally possessed the technical capacity to flatly ignore the directives, yet Orochimaru continuously wove a smooth, raspy validation to reinforce Teuchi's alignment. If he recklessly pushed back against their joint matrix, his entity would inevitably transition into a completely isolated, solitary figure within a fraction of a second; he was even harboring a trace of visceral anxiety that Orochimaru and Teuchi might seamlessly couple their combat outputs to cleanly flatten his vessel on location...
Teuchi wove a gentle, knowing smile across his chrysanthemum lines: "Drawing his presence clear of his base remains an absolute, mandatory requirement, however, your tactical methodology must prioritize a highly sophisticated structure. Prioritize executing a premier strategic detour to draw the alternative top-tier powerhouses native to the Land of Whirlpools clear of their coordinates, subsequent to which you shall seamlessly draw Ryo Uzumaki out!"
Tenji let out a long, sweeping sigh of deep frustration: "Linguistic execution is exceptionally low-effort. Drawing his presence away, exactly how does your mind dictate we launch the operation? Could it possibly be that your entity is stepping forward to manage the draw?"
"Rather than expending alternative assets, I shall lure (Ware ga biku) his presence away." Flanking the opposite corner of the cavern, Orochimaru abruptly interjected with his characteristic raspy cadence.
Tenji was briefly caught flat-footed, a look of distinct internal delight smoothly blanking across his features: "Does your prose correspond to an unvarnished reality? Your vessel... harbors absolute zero fear targeting a terminal demise?"
Orochimaru elegantly darted his long tongue out to lick his pale lips: "Flawlessly authentic. Furthermore... my vessel is completely, thoroughly incapable of logging a terminal demise under heaven!"
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