Chapter 10: 10
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With Lightning Style: Chakra Mode activated, Kenichi moved like a bolt of lightning, surging through the battlefield at blinding speed.
A single elbow strike sent an enemy flying.
The ninja's body crashed through tree branches before slamming into the ground, motionless.
"Black-skinned, blue lightning—he's a Kumogakure ninja!"
Someone shouted in panic, and suddenly everyone turned against Kenichi.
To them, there was no doubt.
Black skin? Check.
Lightning Style: Chakra Mode? Check.
Brutal Taijutsu? Check.
This was the signature style of Kumogakure's Raikage lineage.
"He must be Second Raikage's apprentice!"
Without hesitation, both Kirigakure and Iwagakure shinobi stopped fighting each other and turned on him instead.
"Take him down first!"
Shuriken, kunai, and elemental jutsu rained toward Kenichi from all directions.
But—
They were too slow.
Kenichi weaved through their attacks like a storm of pure speed, dodging projectiles with ease.
"Too slow! Way too slow!"
He darted forward, twisting his body—
And with a sharp turn, he buried his elbow into another shinobi's chest.
CRACK!
The sound of ribs shattering echoed as the unfortunate ninja was sent spinning through the air.
Kenichi grinned, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
"Damn, this feels amazing!"
"Eat my Black Mamba Elbow!"
His figure flickered—
Then appeared directly in front of another enemy.
With brutal precision, he drove his elbow into the shinobi's temple.
THUD!
The ninja collapsed instantly, his body lifeless before it even hit the ground.
"Monster! He's a monster!"
Fear spread through the ranks.
"This guy… he's definitely Raikage's personal disciple!"
"We can't beat him! Retreat!"
"Think you can run?"
Kenichi flashed forward, cutting off their escape.
Lightning crackled around him as he launched into a series of high-speed strikes.
One ninja's jaw shattered.
Another was sent spinning through the air.
A third fell with a concave dent in his ribs.
Each strike was precise and brutal—every movement carried destructive force.
Screams echoed through the forest, and then—
Silence.
"Hah…"
Kenichi exhaled deeply, finally disengaging his Lightning Mode.
His body felt light, yet his mind was weighing down with realization.
The smell of blood filled the air.
For a moment, he felt uneasy.
But then—
"Wait a second… this smell is just like a slaughterhouse."
The similarity eased his nerves.
With a shrug, he tore off his bloodstained sleeves, then used Fire Style to burn the fabric.
"Now I understand why the Fourth Raikage stopped wearing sleeves."
Kenichi grinned, flexing his aching elbows.
"No fabric can survive this much elbow destruction!"
"Boy, I gotta say, I'm impressed."
Huang Ryome jumped down from a nearby tree, landing gracefully on Kenichi's shoulder.
His eyes were filled with admiration.
"You fight cleanly and efficiently. That was a damn good fight."
Kenichi smirked proudly.
But then—
Huang Ryome's expression turned serious.
"But… your fighting style is too simple."
Kenichi raised an eyebrow.
"Too simple?"
"Yeah. Why the hell do you rely on elbow strikes so much?"
The weasel gestured at the battlefield.
"Every single ninja you killed—you elbowed them to death."
Kenichi chuckled sheepishly.
"I mean… I didn't get any proper Lightning Style techniques from the lottery, so I'm just making do."
Huang Ryome sighed.
"Alright, that makes sense. We weasels aren't Taijutsu experts, so I can't help you there."
Kenichi nodded.
"No worries. I'll figure it out as I go. Maybe I'll develop my own style."
Huang Ryome grinned.
"Now you're thinking like a real warrior."
"Time to Move."
Kenichi looked around at the battle-scarred clearing.
"I guess we should get moving. This is still a battlefield."
Huang Ryome nodded.
"Yeah. We don't want to stick around and get caught in some high-level fight."
Kenichi sighed.
"Alright, but… where the hell do we go?"
Huang Ryome paused.
After a moment, he stood his pipe upright, then let go.
The pipe tilted and fell in a direction.
"Okay! We go that way!"
Kenichi stared blankly.
"...Are we seriously deciding directions like this?"
Huang Ryome grinned.
"You got a better idea?"
Kenichi shrugged.
"Not really. Let's go."
For days, Kenichi continued wandering the battlefield, attacking random shinobi from any side.
Lightning Mode activated.
Elbows were thrown.
More enemies fell.
Over time, he expanded his skillset:
He scavenged weapons from fallen shinobi and learned to use kunai and shuriken.
He used Shadow Clones to practice weapon combat at super-speed.
He studied Genjutsu techniques from the Weasel Clan, adding illusions to his arsenal.
Gradually, Kenichi evolved from a beginner fighter into a versatile warrior.
Meanwhile, at Iwagakure's base, a furious Second Tsuchikage, Mū, slammed the table.
BAM!
"Explain this! Why are so many of my troops disappearing?"
A terrified Iwa-nin trembled before him.
"Lord Mū… we don't know. We assumed it was Kirigakure, but—"
Mū's eyes narrowed.
"Investigate. Now."
At his side, his disciple, Ōnoki, frowned.
"Could it be a trick by Kirigakure?"
Mū shook his head.
"No. The Mist is too busy fighting us. They don't have extra forces for something like this."
Ōnoki hesitated.
"Then… who else could it be?"
Another Iwa-nin hesitantly spoke up.
"We found traces of Lightning Style and Fire Style jutsu at the attack sites…"
Ōnoki's eyes widened.
"Wait… does that mean Konoha and Kumogakure are interfering in our war?!"
Mū narrowed his eyes, his expression dark.
"If that's true… we have a problem."
Meanwhile, in Kirigakure's Camp…
The Mizukage, Gengetsu Hōzuki, received the same troubling reports.
"Unknown Lightning Style and Fire Style user killing both Iwa and Kiri forces?"
He scoffed.
"This isn't some war tactic. This is the work of a lunatic."
His eyes gleamed with curiosity.
"Find him. I want to meet this madman myself."
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