bookbashuk Chapter 52: Holding Your Head Too High
Chapter 52: Holding Your Head Too High
How good is Fuko's stealth ability?
It's probably going to be bad.
Because Minato never saw Fukuyo straighten his back during this lesson.
Even if I used shadow clones later, it was useless because they all followed the same thought process.
If the main body doesn't want to do something, the shadow clone will also slack off.
Looking at the heavily guarded residence of Amamiya Seimei, Minato felt a headache coming on.
He's fine, but what about Yao-jun?
Just as Minato was trying to temporarily teach Fukuro Yoko about stealth, he saw Fukuro Yoko's arm completely disappear into the shadow in the corner of the wall.
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Minato rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he hadn't seen wrong, his mouth slightly open, looking completely bewildered.
Yao-kun's hand has reached into the shadows!?
Since all of Fukuyo's various summoned beasts are summoned from shadows, Minato naturally had some understanding of shadows.
He once used his charm as the class monitor and a socialite to inquire about the Nara clan's secret techniques regarding shadows from Nara Shikaku.
The answer was no.
Nara Shikaku believes that Fushiko's shadow summoning technique is merely a medium, perhaps originating from a special sanctuary for summoning spirits.
Shadow summoning cannot control shadows like the secret techniques of the Nara clan.
Furthermore, since Fushiko usually doesn't use shadow abilities, this stereotype continued to deepen in Minato's impression of him.
Even today, I see Fu Heiyao reaching his glistening hand into the shadows.
Minato, who considered himself to know Fushiko Kuroyo better than Kushina, was stunned.
Could the Nara family's shadow imitation technique achieve such a level?
"What are you standing there for? Hold on to me."
Fukuyo extended his other hand, gesturing for Minato to grab it.
"Oh, oh," Minato said blankly, stretching out his hand.
The next moment, something happened that greatly shocked Minato.
After being touched by Fu Heiyao, his lower body suddenly melted—no, his shadow turned into water.
His and Fu Heiyao's lower bodies seemed to have fallen into the water, merging into the shadows beneath their feet.
"There won't be any oxygen later, so hold your breath," Fu Heiya reminded Minato while activating his spell.
Although the ten types of shadow magic mainly rely on shikigami to fight, it does not mean that shadows are merely a medium.
The shadow can not only store items, but also allow the caster to sneak into the shadow of the summoned shikigami to serve as a temporary refuge.
They even use their own shadow as a medium to expand the shadows around them and move.
However, Fu Heiyao doesn't usually use it this way.
Perhaps due to the change in environment, he needed to concentrate fully on perceiving the surrounding shadows and calculating the landing point for each movement of his shadow.
It's as mind-bending as the Little Boundless Void.
Without a supercomputer brain comparable to a computer, it's easy to get stunned and give away your life in real combat.
However, simple infiltration is still easy for him.
Seeing that Minato obediently held his breath, Fukuyo immediately activated his ability, and the two of them slipped into the shadows together.
The feeling of the water gate is amazing.
Apart from Obsidian, which served as his pointer, the surroundings were pitch black.
"Is this the world of shadows?" Minato's curiosity was piqued.
The unique novelty of infiltrating into the shadows is completely different from the physical manifestation of the Five Elements Chakra.
Wind, fire, thunder, water, and earth—at least there are traces to follow, but what about shadows?
In Shuimen's mind, shadows are just a natural phenomenon.
But what is he doing now?
He's swimming in the shadows!
Minato found Fushiko Yo's friend really interesting, as he could always pull out all sorts of amazing abilities.
This mission alone brought out two amazing abilities: flight and infiltration into shadows, shattering his preconceived notions.
Each time he thought he was pushing the limits, he seemed to only be touching the tip of the iceberg.
Fukuyo was unaware of the surging curiosity within Minato's heart. His mind raced as he sensed the expanding shadow and located Amamiya Seimei's position.
About ten seconds later, Fukuyo used Sato Hideyoshi's chakra to locate them, and the two began to rise.
Through the expanding shadows, Fukuko perceived that their current location was in a secret passage inside Amamiya Seimei's study.
Minato breathed a sigh of relief upon escaping the shadow space, but still adhered to the principle of stealth, not breathing heavily, but adjusting his breathing rhythm regularly.
Then he curiously looked around at the dark passageway, which was only illuminated by a few torches.
"Is this where Lord Amamiya Haruhisa of Turbid Town lives?" Minato wondered after observing the dimly lit stone passage for a while.
Minato, not understanding, looked at Fukuyo, who pointed to the wall. Minato understood and pressed his ear against the wall.
In the dark room, Sato and Amamiya Seimei's faint voices could be heard.
"Hideyoshi, can I really become a normal person?"
"Of course, Seimei-sama."
"As long as you consume enough flesh and blood, you will naturally recover your health."
"Who!?" Sato Hideyoshi's voice suddenly stopped, then he shouted sharply.
"We've been discovered," Minato thought to himself, realizing something was wrong.
However, Fu Heiyao didn't care, or rather, he never tried to hide it, which is why he was discovered.
The invisible strike, like a paintbrush, drew a door on the gray wall.
Fu Heiyao pushed open the door with a generous air.
It was exposed to the two of them without any attempt to conceal it.
"You two are ninja brats from the daytime?" Sato Hideyoshi gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at any moment.
"I really don't know if you guys are lucky or incredibly unlucky to have even managed to find your way here..."
Sato Hideyoshi chuckled, his words brimming with confidence.
He possesses power bestowed by the gods, and even Chunin might not be his match.
If it were the ninja leading the team, it might be a bit tricky, but it's just two kids, so what's there to be afraid of?
We will win!
Seeing Fukuyo's dashing entrance, Minato was used to it and not surprised.
Of course, this doesn't mean he'll be relegated to a supporting role.
Minato quickly stood shoulder to shoulder with Fushiko, and swiftly scanned everything inside the secret room, preparing to summarize the information for his friend later.
He first glanced at Hideyoshi Sato and Seimei Amamiya.
One had a gloomy appearance, while the other had a delicate appearance and clear eyes, like those of the bullied, fragile students at the ninja academy.
"She looks about five points like Miss Qingya, so it seems she must be her sickly lord brother."
"What is this?" Minato's gaze swept over the two of them, but behind them he noticed a pale-faced, mature, beautiful woman lying on a stone platform.
Minato has a good memory and immediately recognized the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Haruhisa Amamiya as his missing mother.
Minato was a little confused; Amamiya Haruaki's missing mother was actually in his brother's hands.
He remembered that Haruaki Amamiya had once said how good their mother had been to them.
What are these people up to?
While Minato was summarizing the intelligence, Fushiko was more straightforward.
He looked down at Sato Hideyoshi, who was looking down at him from a superior position, and frowned, saying:
"You're holding your head too high."
"What?" Sato Hideyoshi frowned, dismissing Fushiko's inexplicable words, and even had time to spew trash talk.
"Is this your last words? It's far too hastily written."
At this moment, Sato Hideyoshi had already pressed his sword against his waist, ready to unleash a slash.
He didn't take Fukuyo seriously at all. After all, even a great ninja village wouldn't have the strength of a Chunin at that age.
He only realized the problem when his perspective inevitably shifted, and his gaze changed from looking down to looking up at Fu Heiyao.
"Ah!" Sato Hideyoshi roared in agony like a wild beast.
Because Fu Heiyao's single glance severed his thighs and below, as if cut off by an invisible guillotine.
However, he was very resilient. Most people would have lost consciousness and died long ago with that amount of bleeding, but Sato Hideyoshi stubbornly refused to die.
It's not that Sato is particularly strong, but rather that his body is undergoing a mutation.
The upper body deformity only covered the legs, but flesh continued to grow from the severed lower body.
This reminded Fu Heiyao of those disordered lumps of flesh that were altered on the surface of the human body, which were like wriggling cancer cells that kept proliferating.
Fu Heiyao stepped forward and extended his finger.
Let's sense whether the negative chakra within Sato Hideyoshi's obviously more advanced variant is even stronger.
But the results of his depth perception made him frown.
Because Fu Heiyao did not sense a trace of negative emotional chakra.
It was as if these constantly distorted chunks of flesh were Sato Hideyoshi's own ability.
"It seems those were all imperfect experiments." Fu Heiyao stared at Sato Hideyoshi, who was using the aberration to stop the bleeding, with a complicated expression.
As expected, this guy probably colluded with demons to kidnap villagers for experiments.
"How dare you! You mere ninjas dare to attack nobles, aren't you afraid..." Seeing his strongest samurai captain cut in half at the waist, Amamiya Seimei was not afraid at all, but instead rebuked Fubukoyo with a fierce voice.
His arrogance stemmed from his noble birth, which led him to make the wrong choice.
The next second, Fu Heiya casually flicked his finger, and the subtle slash instantly severed three of Amamiya Seimei's fingers.
The intense pain, so strong that it caused Amamiya Seimei to collapse to his knees like a maggot, writhing and struggling.
"I'll spare your life because I still have some interest in you, but there won't be a next time!" Fu Heiyao coldly glanced at Amamiya Seimei.
This time, the frail and sickly nobleman dared not utter a sound.
Even Minato, who had been stammering and trying to say something, fell silent.
"Tell me your true purpose regarding Amamiya Seimei, and your so-called gods. Tell me everything, and I might consider sparing your life," Fukuyo said with interest, looking at Sato Hideyoshi, who was lying on the ground panting heavily.
According to his magical perception, Sato Hideyoshi's malice towards the nobleman Amamiya Seimei was even stronger than towards them.