Chapter 392: Chapter 392: When Takuya Yagami Strikes, He Breaks Both Body and Spirit

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: When Takuya Yagami Strikes, He Breaks Both Body and Spirit



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The Third Kazekage had managed to block Susanoo's attack, his ego swelling. He was ready to start boasting, maybe even mock Takuya for his efforts. But before he could speak, something changed. The attack that had seemed to weaken moments ago was suddenly back-and it was different.

What?! How is this possible?!

The spear hadn't just strengthened; it had picked up speed. His jaw dropped as he realized the shift.

This doesn't make any sense.

No... no, this isn't about power. It's speed.

Just as he made that realization, the spear accelerated further-its speed unnatural, as if the air around it shattered. In less than a heartbeat, the spearhead was already in front of him.

At that moment, the Third Kazekage's body had barely begun to react, his hand only just beginning to rise in an attempt to defend. He was too late.

Whoosh!

The dark spear plunged straight through his chest.

The Kazekage could barely process what happened. He felt the chill of the steel as it pierced his flesh, and almost immediately, he coughed out a mouthful of blood. The crimson droplets splattered across the spear's dark surface, painting it in streaks of red. His body shook, a deep and all-consuming pain taking over.

His face was twisted in disbelief-eyes wide and filled with shock. Why? he thought, his mind racing in desperation. How did Takuya's attack suddenly become faster?

Then, it hit him—the Mangekyō Sharingan. That subtle movement. The swirl of Takuya's eyes. He recalled it, the intricate shape of Takuya's Mangekyō twisting as he had watched, unnoticed amid his own arrogance. He should have paid attention. The signs were all there, but instead, he had been caught up in his own pride, focusing on his insult, his mockery-how Takuya had compared him to mere grains of sand while calling himself the radiant moon. Now here he was, impaled and powerless, his life slipping away with each passing moment. He wanted to say something-anything-but all that came out was another gush of blood. His vision started to blur, the world around him fading.

Takuya stepped forward, lifting the spear even higher. The Kazekage's body hung limply from the end of the weapon, swaying as blood continued to drip from his wound. Takuya looked at him, a cold and detached expression on his face.

"It seems Uchiha Madara didn't leave enough of a lasting impression on your village," Takuya said. His voice was calm, almost regretful. "Otherwise, you might have understood the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan. You might have respected it."

Shikashige nodded in agreement. "The Mist Village's offensive has only intensified. We can't afford to send more reinforcements here. Orochimaru hasn't called for backup yet, but even if he does, I don't see where we'd pull support from."

Sakumo sighed, his exhaustion visible. "This war is taking a toll on all of us. It's getting harder to hold our positions."

Suddenly, they heard footsteps approaching the tent, and both men immediately went on alert. Sakumo's hand instinctively moved toward the hilt of his sword.

"Who's there?!" he called out, his voice tense.

"It's me, sir."

Takuya stepped into the tent, Pakura following closely behind. Her face was still pale, her

expression distant.

Sakumo's eyes widened slightly at the sight of Takuya, and his posture relaxed, though his face held a mix of emotions. Relief, frustration, and curiosity all crossed his features. "You've got some nerve showing up now," he said, unable to hide the exasperation in his voice.

Shikashige's eyes narrowed as he looked at Takuya. There was no warmth in his gaze, only suspicion. "You've got a lot to answer for," he said.

Takuya raised his hands, his lips curling into a small, easygoing smile. "Take it easy. I bring

good news."

Shikashige's expression didn't change. He glanced at Pakura, noting her disheveled appearance and the dazed look in her eyes. "Good news?" he asked, his voice dripping with

doubt. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you've been off doing whatever you

want."

Takuya chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "I've been busy, that's for sure. But I promise you -this is news you'll want to hear."

Shikashige crossed his arms, his skepticism evident. "This better be good, Takuya." Takuya's grin widened slightly, confidence returning to his eyes. He glanced back at Pakura, then at the two commanders in front of him. He was ready to reveal everything that had happened—the battle, the Kazekage's defeat, and the implications for the war effort.

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