Naruto: Limit Breaker

Chapter 105: Die for Me!

On the cliffs, the quaking mountain occasionally sent rocks tumbling into deep valleys and shallow ravines.

Chaos reigned along the canyon walls.

Ding ding ding—

The clash of kunai and shuriken echoed nonstop. Fire danced across the stone. Jagged earth spikes erupted from the rock face. Earth dragons burst through the ground, while violent gusts of wind howled across the battlefield.

Ninjas from Konoha and Sunagakure clashed in mid-air, suspended as if gravity no longer applied. They moved like marionettes on invisible strings, leaping and sprinting across the vertical cliff as if it were level ground.

The one who stayed standing would survive.

The one who fell would be crushed in the abyss below.

Amid the chaos, Tamao—possessed and controlled by Ryosuke—fought among the crowd.

With razor-sharp chakra control, Tamao ran along the cliff at impossible angles. Under Ryosuke's guidance, his body moved with blinding speed and inhuman strength, far beyond what Tamao could achieve on his own.

Tamao's own consciousness had been completely suppressed. Ryosuke now had full control over his body—no resistance, no hesitation. In battle, even the slightest distraction could mean death, and Ryosuke wasn't taking any chances.

This was the first time Ryosuke had used his Byakugan's illusion ability to control someone else's body in combat. The sensation was strange. There was no pain, no fatigue—just clarity. Two overlapping perspectives filled his mind:

One through Tamao's eyes.

The other, his own enhanced perception through the Byakugan.

The two fields of vision fused into one, giving Ryosuke a complete mental map of the battlefield. Every fighter's position, their approximate strength, the matchups between allies and enemies—it all played like a 3D simulation in his brain.

Ryosuke was no longer just a ninja.

He was a high-level strategist, remotely controlling a living mecha called Hyuga Tamao.

On the battlefield, he moved like a ghost. Every step dodged a fatal blow. Every palm strike landed with deadly precision.

He didn't choose to control a Jonin for a reason.

What made a Jonin powerful wasn't just chakra reserves or physical strength—it was their refined combat instincts. Ryosuke couldn't replicate those instincts with his own control. So even if he hijacked a Jonin's body, he wouldn't perform better than the Jonin themselves.

A Chunin, however, was the sweet spot.

Tamao's body had gone through years of training. It had strength, stamina, and enough chakra for Ryosuke to burn through without fear of exhaustion. Compared to a Genin, it was a gold mine. Compared to a Jonin, it was easier to command.

As time passed, Ryosuke's and Tamao's consciousnesses began to overlap.

In the battlefield above, Tamao moved with eerie fluidity—while at the same time, down in a rocky crevice at the valley's bottom, Ryosuke closed his eyes.

But his vision expanded.

With every movement, every breath, his hand became a blade and his awareness the guiding eye.

He was a merciless executioner, harvesting lives one by one with icy precision.

Yet even in this high, Ryosuke could feel the price Tamao's body was paying. Microtears spread through the muscles. The stress from extreme speed and explosive power pushed the body closer to collapse.

Still, with every move, Tamao grew stronger—closer to Ryosuke's own physical peak.

But the body couldn't keep up forever.

"This battle needs to end soon…" Ryosuke realized grimly. If this dragged on, Tamao would die from exhaustion. He had to finish this now.

With the Byakugan's full vision, the entire battlefield unfolded in his mind.

The fighting had split into two clear fronts: Chunin vs. Chunin, and Jonin vs. Jonin.

On the Chunin side, Ryosuke—possessing Tamao's body—was like an untouchable war god. The Konoha side had gained the upper hand.

But on the Jonin front, things were still even. Neither side had committed to an all-out clash yet.

Sunagakure had five Jonin and two puppets.

Konoha had Hyuga Hizashi, Hyuga Iroha, the Anbu captain, and the Root captain.

Mizuto Menen, though technically a Jonin, had declined due to age and desk duty. He was more dead weight than backup.

So what looked like a five-on-seven was really a four-on-seven.

"Take out one Jonin. Neutralize a puppet in the process."

His thoughts aligned. The path was clear.

Tamao's body surged as blood pumped furiously through his limbs. Heat radiated off his skin. A pale-blue chakra began forming around his hands, shaping itself into two roaring lion heads—chakra constructs of the Hyuga clan's secret technique.

Over time, Ryosuke had delved deeply into the nature of elemental chakra. He had gone beyond just manipulating properties—he'd mastered chakra shape transformation. That mastery now enhanced his clan's feared technique: the Soft Step Twin Lion Fist.

He turned to a nearby Hyuga.

"Catch his body later," Ryosuke ordered calmly.

The next second, he vanished.

Whoosh—

A blur exploded from the battlefield. With the teleportation technique, Ryosuke accelerated to the limit, leaving behind only an afterimage.

The blue lions on his hands solidified as chakra wrapped around them like gloves.

He charged straight toward the two puppet-using Jonin from Sunagakure.

"Foolish brat!"

One of the Sand Jonin sneered at the reckless charge and twitched his fingers. Chakra threads yanked his puppet into position.

The puppet—a mantis-shaped humanoid—stepped forward, its limbs gleaming with lethal steel under the canyon's sunlight.

A frontal assault?

To most, that screamed desperation. No tactics. No subtlety.

But that was exactly what Ryosuke wanted.

Tactics are tools for the weak. That's what Hyuga Hiashi had told him.

Ryosuke finally understood.

Sometimes, thinking too much dulls your edge.

In the crevice below, his real body shuddered—not from fear, but from adrenaline.

His blood boiled.

His skin steamed.

Chakra erupted violently through every pore, and the Byakugan glowed like twin stars in his eyes.

Brake—

He skidded to a halt mid-run, just as the puppet's razor-sharp blades slashed toward him.

With pinpoint precision, Ryosuke, still controlling Tamao, sidestepped and slammed his chakra-coated palms forward.

Expressionless. Focused.

But in his eyes, there was only madness. And a spark of light.

Something had been awakened.

The true power of the Byakugan—normally bound to his original body—had passed into Tamao's through blood and illusion.

His lips moved for the first time in the battle.

He never spoke during fights.

Too many villains died mid-monologue.

But now, with rage, excitement, and passion erupting like a volcano, Ryosuke let out a roar—

"DIE!!"

A beast's howl.

Not just words, but a declaration.

BOOM!

Everything exploded.

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