Chapter 181 Weightless (Ch 181)

“I’m going to kill you ahhhhhhh!!!”

The grief and anger almost drove the Takinin leader crazy. He quickly formed seals and streams of water gathered around his body.

Water Style: Rapid Twisting Blade!

Spirals of flowing water similar to hard vortex water blades gathered on his hands, and the Takinin leader rushed towards the masked man who appeared next to the body of the Jinchūriki.

“Die!!”

The masked man stood there like an idiot, allowing the Takinin leader to stab him without making any defense.

The water vortex pierced the opponent’s body, and the Takinin leader felt his hand was light, as if he had only pierced a ball of air, and he staggered forward a few steps due to inertia.

The next moment, the figure in front of him changed again, and the one who was pierced became the young Jinchūriki again.

This time he could even see the child’s blood coming out of his mouth and nose, and his completely lifeless eyes were staring at him, as if asking why.

The Takinin leader suddenly turned around and saw that the place where the earth spikes and weapons were intertwined was empty without any trace. The bloody scene was like a dream.

Were they all fake before?

Now, is this… true?!

He dispersed his water escape technique, and felt a warm and sticky touch on his hands. The smell of blood was rich and fresh, which proved that this time it was absolutely true.

So…he still killed the Jinchuriki himself? ?

Even though he was a veteran of hundreds of battles, the Takinin leader could not withstand such repeated blows. He was so shocked that his internal injuries ruptured. He vomited blood and his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.

“Master Chief!”

“Are you okay, my lord?!”

“Where’s the medical-nin!”

His subordinates were all horrified. Two guards came to support him from the left and right. One of them wanted to take over the dead Jinchūriki, but found that there was actually nothing.

The corpse of the Jinchūriki, the blood on the hands of the Takinin leader, the sweet and pungent smell…

Everything disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.

It’s actually… another illusion…?!

Snap, snap, snap…

The evil devil was standing on top of a huge rock with the sleeping little Jinchuriki at his feet. He was clapping his hands slowly, applauding for the good show he had witnessed.

The hood of the cloak had slipped off at some point, completely exposing the mask that looked like it was half crying and half laughing. The clapping action was full of sarcasm.

“… Bastard!!!”

The Takinin leader swallowed the sweet and fishy taste rising in his throat, shook off the support of his subordinates, took two steps forward, and questioned.

“What on earth are you trying to do by playing tricks on us like this?!”

The masked man stopped applauding, and answered in a proud and playful tone, as if someone high and mighty was rewarding an ant that was performing hard under his feet.

“No reason,” he said, “just a way to pass the time when I’m bored.”

The Takinin leader laughed in anger but had not completely lost his composure. He knew that his subordinates should surround this place now. As long as the formation was formed, this guy would have a hard time getting out even if he was possessed by the God of Ninja.

So he tried to delay time through dialogue: “If you try to rob Jinchūriki, you will have no place in the entire ninja world!!”

The night wind blew through the masked man’s long hair, and also brought his sneer from above.

“No matter how much hatred an ant has, it has no weight.”

Chakra fluctuations indicating the formation of a formation were heard from all around, and the encirclement was completed.

Just as the Takinin leader was about to order everyone to besiege the other side, he saw the masked man’s body gradually collapse, breaking into pieces from bottom to top, and the Jinchūriki was about to disappear in the wind.

“Catch him!!”

The Taki ninjas jumped up and pounced on the enemy, but they were still a step too late.

Before the attack arrived, the masked man had already completely turned into nothingness.

…

Along the way, Naraku threw Fu to White Zetsu without showing any concern for her, and quickly returned to the Mountain Prison and came to the underground space.

Madara looked at the results of the battle and ordered Black Zetsu, who had just returned with him and had not yet caught his breath, to take the Jinchuriki to the Outer Path Demon Statue to absorb the Tailed Beast.

“I will let Black Zetsu inform you if there is any news later. Go back now.”

“How heartless! Am I a slave whom Master Madara can summon and dismiss at will?”

“If you can kill Uchiha Naraku, you can stay here forever and don’t have to go back to Konoha.” Madara seemed dissatisfied, and there was a hint of temptation in his tone that he himself didn’t realize: “What qualifications do you have to complain if you can’t even do such a small thing?”

“It was your medicine that woke him up, otherwise I wouldn’t have to find another opportunity… Wait a minute, Master Madara.”

Before he could finish his complaint, Naraku pretended to have just reacted and asked in shock: “Does it mean that I have to catch the eight tailed beasts myself from now on?”

Hei Zetsu was speechless: Isn’t this nonsense?

Uchiha Madara, an old man who is about to die, looks like he can fight the tailed beasts?

“So I’m really the only coolie? Lord Madara, you are abusing child laborers!”

When Madara heard the words “find another opportunity”, he realized that “Uchiha Naraku” would not disappear for a while, and he felt much more relieved. He said sarcastically, “Who said you were the only one? Didn’t that ragtag bloodline join your group?”

“That’s only two people! No, bring it here!”

He took off his mask, his body returning to that of a teenager, and took the little Jinchuriki from Black Zetsu’s hand and shook it, turning it over and over to examine it.

The technique was so rough and the attitude was so casual that Hei Zetsu couldn’t help but put out his hand to protect him, for fear that he would accidentally fall to the ground and die.

Then the seven-tailed fox would have to be captured again, which would be very troublesome.

“That’s great. It’s still alive. Instead of just taking it out, I have a fun idea that won’t waste anything.”

Black Zetsu saw the madness hidden in Jin’s eyes gradually surface and condense into actual malice.

“How about making her our weapon? Using tailed beasts to catch tailed beasts, cannibalism, it’s interesting no matter how you think about it.”

It seemed that to him, the tailed beasts were no different from the katydids in the grass by the roadside. The fact that they could bring him temporary joy was the greatest value of their existence in the world.

“I want to see which of the nine tailed beasts is stronger~ Okay, Master Madara~”

“It will take another ten years for her to grow up and become a fighting force. That’s a long time,” Black Zetsu wanted to stop this unreliable idea. “If something unexpected happens during the journey, wouldn’t today’s trip be in vain?”

“Madara-sama himself gave the Rinnegan to that guy named Nagato, and he will use it when he grows up, so why can’t I do the same?”

“What if the Jinchūriki betrays us in the future—”

Naraku swung out the spear fiercely, but Black Zetsu reacted so quickly that only a tiny edge of the spear was detached from the main body and nailed to the ground, then gradually disappeared into the soil.

However, this attack was mostly a demonstration, and he didn’t use his full strength, so Naraku didn’t expect to do anything to Black Zetsu.

“You were brainwashed since childhood and yet you still betrayed me. How useless are you, Black Zetsu~”

“Shut up!” Madara waved his hand impatiently and interrupted: “Just do it, it’s just a seven-tailed fox.”

It’s not just “Jin” who doesn’t take it seriously, Madara himself also looks down on the other tailed beasts except the Nine-Tail. The Seven-Tail is useless except for being able to fly, so he can just catch it again if he loses it.