Naruto: Starting as the Third Hokage with Tears in His Eyes

Chapter 587 The Pact of One Blade

Kirabi was about to continue rapping when this terrifying pressure abruptly stopped him in his throat.

Every cell in his body was screaming.

"drink!"

Killer Bee let out a roar, unleashing all his fear and distracting thoughts from his chest, and his chakra instantly boiled.

He cannot retreat, nor can he retreat.

As a ninja from Kumogakure, as the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki, and as a challenger, he must live up to the level of skill his opponent has displayed.

He held or clamped seven knives at his joints at an unbelievable angle, arranging them in a bizarre and unconventional manner that combined offense and defense.

"bring it on!"

"This time, there's no rap," Kirabi growled.

The atmosphere inside the tent froze at freezing point.

The Fourth Raikage Ai's heart was in his throat. He stared intently at the arena, veins bulging on his muscular arms.

On the other hand, Konoha was in a relaxed state.

Orochimaru observed with great interest, while Tsunade yawned, seemingly a little impatient.

Hiruzen Sarutobi went even further, pulling out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere and slowly cracking them open: "Sakumo, if we finish this quickly, we can go back to sleep earlier."

Jiraiya nodded in deep agreement: "Exactly, exactly, you're right, teacher. This dawdling has delayed my trip back to gather materials..."

Shuo Mao, who was in the field, moved.

He simply and casually pulled out the short knife wrapped in white cloth from his back.

He gently pulled the trigger towards Killer Bee's direction.

The movements were incredibly fast and fluid, like flowing water, as if he were simply brushing away a little dust from the blade.

However, it was this seemingly casual draw.

"Buzz—!"

An invisible, terrifying blade of pressure instantly sliced ​​through the air.

The light in the entire tent seemed to be pulled out at that moment, and everyone experienced a moment of deafness.

The blade didn't strike Killer Bee directly; instead, it grazed his body and swept towards the ground behind him.

"Sizzle—!"

A soft, chilling sound.

The solid ground beneath Killer Bee's feet, along with the area dozens of meters behind him, was pressed into a deep, bottomless cut with smooth, mirror-like edges.

The cut was deep and black, as if the earth itself had been cleaved open by this stroke, leaving a wound that led to the abyss.

The terrifying pressure that swept over Killer Bee's body sent him and his seven prized swords flying into the air.

Killer Bee tumbled through the air, his mind blank.

He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed moving mountain. His entire body's Lightning Release Chakra Mode was actually shattered by this long-range sword strike.

"Bang!"

He fell heavily to the ground, rolling several times in disarray, and the seven knives clattered and fell to the ground.

The entire camp was deathly silent, both inside and out.

The Fourth Raikage and his companion, Tsuchishiro, stared in disbelief, their jaws nearly dropping to the floor.

Ai's mind went blank.

What's going on?

Is that all?

His own younger brother, Killer Bee, who could fight him to a standstill, was... instantly killed?

What is this? Ninjutsu? Genjutsu? Or...?

"this……"

Tsuchishiro's lips trembled as he uttered each word one by one.

A state of being where one's will and skills transcend material things.

Killer Bee shook his head and got up from the ground.

He was completely unharmed, without even a scratch.

But there was no anger at being mocked, nor humiliation at being defeated, on his face.

He stared blankly at his empty hands, then at the deep slash mark on the ground, and finally, his gaze fell on the man who had already sheathed his short sword.

The next second, Killer Bee bowed deeply to Sakumo Hatake.

When he looked up, his eyes behind his sunglasses shone with a light that was almost fanatical and worshipful.

It was the excitement of witnessing a higher realm and glimpsing the true essence of martial arts.

"I lost."

He said this sincerely, his voice filled with admiration.

Sakumo Hatake looked at him, and the gentle smile on his face returned, as if the peerless powerhouse who had just cleaved the earth with a single slash was just an illusion.

"Your knife is very good."

He spoke slowly, his voice gentle, as if instructing a junior, "But your heart is not calm enough."

"Heart?"

Kirabi was stunned.

"Um,"

Sakumo nodded and patiently explained, "Your sword is filled with the desire to fight and the thirst for victory; these are strong, but also chaotic. But your sword does not possess a heart of its own."

Kirabi listened intently, seemingly understanding but not quite.

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