The massive, dark-purple exoskeleton-clad half-human, half-centipede monster—had just been beheaded by a man it had impaled moments ago.
The grotesque, pallid head tumbled down from its forty-meter height before crashing to the ground. Without its head, the monster’s colossal body finally collapsed with a thunderous boom.
"Boom!"
The impact sent thick plumes of dust billowing into the air.
Shiraishi Mori, still skewered by the kagune, was buried beneath...
"Oh? Seems like I accidentally caught this monster's attention."
Feeling Sakamoto's terrifying gaze upon him, Hidan remarked with utter indifference.
To Hidan, this creature—one that would strike fear into any ordinary person—was nothing at all.
After all, in Hidan’s eyes, whether it was Sakamoto, Shiraishi Mori, or any other Ghoul, they were nothing more than lowly minions created by Lord Jashin.
But him!
Well, maybe that annoying Shiki counte...
"Huh? Has this guy lost his damn mind?"
Hidan stared at Sakamoto, who had just gulped down eight or nine Kagune in one go, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
For a normal human, enduring the mental corruption of even one Kagune was already a feat. But this bastard had swallowed so many at once—this was pure, unadulterated suicide.
Then again, if he didn’t, he’d be as good as dead against Shiraishi Mori anyway.
"This is getting more and more ...
Clearly, the scenario they had imagined did not come to pass.
Just before the "lid" of rock could seal him in, a massive dark-red centipede-like tail erupted from the "pot," spearing straight through the boulder.
At the same time, Shiraishi Mori leaped out from between the four earthen walls.
His monstrous Tail Kagune flexed with terrifying force, swinging the boulder like a flail.
The ninjas' faces twisted in disbelief.
"You’ve got to be kidding m...
The monster before him bared its fangs in a grotesque grin. "Not enough… This power is still not enough!"
Shiraishi Mori had completely surrendered himself to his thirst for strength.
Under Abu’s horrified gaze, he leaped—not to attack him, but to land beside another ghoul.
His father, Shiraishi Ao.
Without hesitation, Mori grabbed the Kagune protruding from his father’s waist, tilted his head back, and devoured it whole.
"This bastard…!"
At this moment, Shiraishi Mori was already exhausted. Facing Abu’s sudden, ruthless strike, all he could do was hope that his Koukaku was tough enough to block the blade.
But the scene he imagined—being impaled—did not come to pass.
Because someone was faster than him.
That someone was Keiko, who possessed a Rinkaku.
The difference in speed between a Rinkaku and a Koukaku was laid bare in this instant.
With her last ounce of strength, his moth...
Upon hearing Shiki’s words, Sakamoto’s face turned ashen.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to seize Shiki and tear him limb from limb.
Unfortunately, dozens of ghouls had already launched their attack.
They recklessly unleashed the violent energy within their bodies, venting the long-suppressed fury in their hearts.
They slaughtered the nobles present without restraint, even torturing some of them in cruel fashion.
These pampered nobles we...
The black exoskeleton on Shiraishi Mori suddenly surged, its surface reflecting a dark purple light, releasing explosive power, and directly tearing apart the steel cage in front of him!
Seeing this, Sakamoto was naturally enraged.
"Where did this monster come from? Kill him immediately!"
At Sakamoto's command, his subordinates quickly sprang into action, with the first to attack being Abu, who was closest to Shiraishi Mori.
"Do you really think you can lea...
When he heard those words, Shiraishi Mori didn’t smile. Instead, his brows furrowed as he stared at Shiki with suspicion.
"You want to help me? Why?"
Shiki gently removed his glasses, breathed on them, and wiped them with his sleeve.
“No reason.”
“If I had to give a reason, maybe it’s because you’re brave enough?”
Shiraishi Mori's brows furrowed even more.
“Brave?”
What kind of reason is that?
No matter how he looke...
At the heart of the cruise ship stood a massive arena.
Rows of spectator seats fanned outward in a square formation, encircling a steel octagonal cage at the center.
The thick, rusted bars of the cage twisted together chaotically, exuding a savage aura.
The bloodstains splattered across them made it impossible to tell whether the metallic stench in the air came from rust—or from dried blood.
Though night had fallen outside, the ship remained brightly lit....
The day after the wedding.
Hanekawa and Tsunade did not stay in Konoha but returned to the capital of the Land of Fire.
For them, life would not change just because of a wedding.
After all, they had already been living together long before.
The only purpose of the wedding was to formalize their status as husband and wife.
It was also a declaration to the shinobi world that they were now married.
Hokage’s Office.
Hanekawa sat in the Ho...
Morning Ceremony – 10:00 AM
The palace courtyard was packed with guests—shinobi, villagers, and government officials alike. Conversations hushed as Samui stepped forward.
"The bride and groom may now enter."
Her cool voice cut through the murmurs.
All eyes turned toward the entrance as Hanekawa and Yuuhi Kurenai walked in side by side.
Gasps of admiration rippled through the crowd.
Both were stunning on their own, but clad in traditional w...
Raikage Secretary’s Office
Samui stared blankly at the wedding guest list Hanekawa had given her.
The list itself wasn’t the issue—it was the brides.
Why were there two brides?
Yuuhi Kurenai? That didn’t surprise her.
In fact, most people expected Hanekawa to marry Kurenai.
They had grown up together, childhood friends and teammates, their bond deep and unwavering.
But… Tsunade?
Samui unconsciously bit her lip, utterly ...
Morning.
Sunlight streamed through the window into the room.
Hanekawa opened his eyes and let out a yawn.
But when he instinctively tried to lift his arms, he felt them pinned down by something soft and heavy.
Hanekawa glanced to either side.
Tsunade and Yuuhi Kurenai were each sleeping soundly, using his arms as pillows.
Kurenai’s sleeping posture was adorable—curled up like a cat.
Tsunade, on the other hand, was far more unrestrai...
"It seems someone is impersonating the Jashin Cult?"
Sakamoto's eyes burned with killing intent as he barked, "Lock him up and find out who he is."
"Yes, sir!"
His subordinates quickly retreated.
Sakamoto then turned to Shiki and asked, "I wonder if the Mr. Shiki would be interested in joining me to see this fool who dares impersonate the Jashin Cult?"
Shiki nodded expressionlessly. "Of course. I won’t allow anyone to tarnish the Jashin Cult’s na...
"AAAAAHHHHH—!!!"
A scream of unbearable agony echoed through the room.
The man collapsed to his knees, his face twisted in pain, veins bulging grotesquely beneath his skin as if countless worms were writhing inside him.
At this moment, it felt like an invisible hand had seized every blood vessel and nerve in his body—and was violently ripping them out from his lower back.
Blood vessels ruptured in his eyes, turning them crimson. Then—
A massiv...
The moment the bunny girl’s delicate hand touched Shiki’s chest, a voice suddenly interrupted:
“So noisy! So damn noisy!”
Hidan walked into the private room, a fried chicken leg in his mouth.
“All this damn music and smell everywhere—it’s driving me crazy!”
President Sakamoto frowned slightly, but remembering what Shiki had said, he held back his anger and gave a signal with his eyes.
Several bunny girls immediately approached and pre...
Sakamoto's gaze lingered on Shiki and Hidan for over ten seconds before he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Since it's just a misunderstanding, please come aboard and have a chat. Your Cult Leader and I go way back—decades, in fact."
Hearing this, Shiki also revealed a sincere smile and said, "The Cult Leader often speaks of his friendship with Mr. Sakamoto in front of us."
"Is that so? Hahaha."
Sakamoto gave Shiki a long look, then exchanged a knowing sm...
The moon hung in the sky, casting a cold, silvery glow over the worn dirt path. The sea breeze carried a faint briny scent as it brushed against their faces.
"Hey, bastard Shiki," Hidan called out, trailing behind him with a suspicious look.
"Don’t tell me you’re planning to help them just because you ate their roasted pig?"
Shiki smiled faintly at the question and countered, "Do I seem like that kind of person to you?"
Hidan scoffed. "Yeah, guess not....
“Since this grilled pork chop is pretty good, I’ll spare your life, old man.”
Hidan sat cross-legged on the floor, devouring the pork chop with both hands.
“I’m glad you like it, sir.”
Despite Hidan’s arrogant tone, the grandfather forced a polite smile.
Watching this, Shiraishi Mori clenched his fists in secret, while Shiraishi Rin timidly observed the two strangers.
One had a slicked-back silver undercut—rude, eating their family’...
This was a small fishing village on the coast, at the edge of the Land of Rivers.
Though it was already evening, the village was eerily quiet—no cooking smoke, no signs of life.
Inside a dilapidated little courtyard, a girl no older than four or five lifted her head, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Big Brother… when will Mom and Dad come back?"
Standing beside her was a wiry, sun-darkened boy with a short, no-nonsense haircut.
At his...
"Damn you, I'll kill—"
Before Hidan could finish, Kikuchi Miura raised his foot and stomped down hard.
The sheer force smashed Hidan's face into the ground, blood splattering instantly. The impact even left a small crater, perfectly embedding his head into the pavement.
Now, he couldn’t even speak.
With his body already restrained by Miura’s water techniques, it seemed he had completely lost the ability to move.
"There we go."
"So much f...
"Two useless fools!"
Seeing his two subordinates easily taken down by Hidan, Kikuchi Miura couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
His plan to use them as distractions against Hidan had failed, and now he had no choice but to face the two freaks—Hidan and Shiki—directly.
Even so, as a seasoned warrior, Kikuchi Miura remained confident in his ability to deal with these two rookies.
To him, an immortal body wasn’t invincible. All he needed was the r...
"Teach these two a proper lesson."
Kikuchi Miura's voice was frostier than winter steel.
But the two cultists beside him hesitated.
"Um... Lord Miura, Hidan and Shiki are the Holy Sons of our cult. Wouldn’t this be... inappropriate?"
Kikuchi’s glacial gaze swept over them. "So you’re disobeying my orders now?"
The moment those words landed, the two cultists stiffened.
True, Hidan and Shiki were terrifying—but Kikuchi had ruled the cult...
After Hanekawa activated his Rinne Sharingan, a flood of information surged into his mind.
This knowledge was innate to the Rinne Sharingan, detailing its abilities.
He discovered that his Rinne Sharingan techniques were identical to Kaguya Ōtsutsuki’s—such as Eighty Gods Vacuum Fists, All-Killing Ash Bones, Yomotsu Hirasaka, and Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Hanekawa guessed the reason was that they had both consumed fruit from the same Divine Tree.
Still, he w...
Hokage’s Office.
Hanekawa and Ōtsutsuki Kaguya stepped out of a dark portal.
With the Divine Tree in Mount Myōboku needing a month to bear fruit, there was no reason to stay. After all, no shinobi in the current era posed a threat to it.
"Kaguya."
Hanekawa glanced around—Samui was nowhere in sight.
Not surprising.
She had endured half an hour of his "Will of Fire" indoctrination earlier and was likely resting at home.
"I have a ta...
Ōtsutsuki Kaguya immediately activated the Rinne-Sharingan on her forehead upon hearing Hanekawa’s words.
An invisible shockwave erupted, flattening all nearby vegetation.
Hanekawa raised an eyebrow.
After consuming two Divine Tree fruits, Kaguya’s aura alone was terrifying—even before she made a move.
Ōtsutsuki Urashiki’s expression hardened, his earlier rage replaced by cold calculation.
He had realized he’d been sent back in time.
<...
8:30 AM.
Konoha Ninja Academy.
By the time Hanekawa arrived, the place was already packed with people, bustling like a popular tourist attraction.
Today was the enrollment day for the Ninja Academy.
Hanekawa rarely made appearances like this, but his three students were starting school.
Three years had passed since his coronation as emperor, and his students had all turned six—the age for enrollment.
"Teacher! Over here!"
An eager, ex...
"Rise."
Hanekawa’s gaze swept across the hall.
With the S-Rank trait "Emperor of the Shinobi World," he now had the eerie sense that a mere glance could decide life or death.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Tsunade and the others stood.
Hanekawa mused silently—No wonder so many crave the throne.
The feeling of absolute supremacy was intoxicating.
"Court is now in session."
Today marked not only his coronation but also the first im...
"You want to become the Daimyō?"
Kurenai’s voice was laced with shock.
When Hanekawa had first mentioned unifying the shinobi world, she had been surprised but could still accept it.
After all, decades ago, Hashirama Senju had already achieved a similar feat.
Hanekawa’s strength was no less than his, so another unification wasn’t unexpected.
But what Kurenai had assumed was a unification of the shinobi villages—not the nations behind them.