Naruto：Immortality and the Eight Inner Gates[Double agent]

The most damaged area was undoubtedly the result of Wood Release: Advent of a World of Flowering Trees.

From a distance, the entire Hidden Mist Village resembled a massive head, with the patch of trees in the middle forcibly shaved into a bald spot by Rinjin.

In the air, Rinjin, who had created this perfect battlefield, formed a single-handed seal. With a flicker, he vanished into thin air using the Flying Thunder God Technique.

In the shadows, Tobirama Senju watched as Rinjin disappeared, his lips twitching slightly.

"What the hell is that monkey up to now? He even passed the Flying Thunder God Technique to this guy?"

As the inventor of the technique, there was no way Tobirama wouldn't recognize his own jutsu. The unique spatial ripple when Rinjin vanished was all too familiar to him.

Not only that, but the blue steam surrounding Rinjin also looked suspiciously familiar.

Could it be... the Eight Gates Released Formation?

At that thought, Tobirama's face darkened instantly.

If you add Impure World Reincarnation to the mix, this guy knows at least three forbidden techniques!

"Good job, Monkey! I told you to treat this guy as an outsider, and what do you do? You let him read the Scroll of Seals!"

With a grim expression, Tobirama pressed his lips into a thin line.

Let's just hope that kid Hiruzen has brainwashed this guy thoroughly. No more disloyalty like in the past!

As Tobirama pondered, elsewhere on the battlefield, the Third Mizukage was surrounded by a large number of Hidden Mist ninja.

Taking advantage of the clash between the mysterious figure and Madara Uchiha, the Third Mizukage stared greedily at the massive blue figure two kilometers away.

No matter what, he was the officially chosen Third Mizukage, the strongest shinobi in the village.

Yet, even with his strength, he had been effortlessly controlled by the owner of those eyes.

The thought made his heart burn with desire.

If he could obtain those eyes, he would possess unrivaled power. He could lead the Hidden Mist Village to unify the shinobi world. He could become the strongest being.

In a narrow alley on the outskirts of the village, a small green bud sprouted from the corner of Rinjin's tightly shut left eye.

The Three Tomoe Sharingan wrapped in Hashirama's flesh was beginning to succumb to the corrosive effects of Rinjin's blood, slowly growing wild grass.

Casually plucking the grass from the corner of his eye, Rinjin pressed his lips together, a look of helplessness on his face.

His blood was just too toxic!

So toxic that anything foreign to his body couldn't withstand the insane regenerative toxicity.

This meant he couldn't use any external enhancements for long.

Whether it was the Sharingan, Hashirama Cells, or the Byakugan, once integrated into his bloodstream, they would start growing grass.

Grass!

The so-called three-minute limit was the maximum time Hashirama's cellular tissue could endure after merging into his circulatory system.

Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and Rinjin didn't dare waste any more time. It was time to act.

His goal was simple: make Madara Uchiha look as disheveled as possible, then retreat.

Without hesitation, Rinjin stood up straight, clenching his fists tightly.

"Granny Li's knocking—open up!"

In an instant, brilliant blue steam erupted once more, rolling waves of air surging outward.

Sand and stones flew everywhere.

Looking at the blue steam enveloping his body, Rinjin grinned, revealing sharp, white teeth clenched tightly together.

"No matter how many times I do this, I can't suppress the urge to punch something!"

The next second, all sound in the alley vanished, leaving only the echoes of excitement reverberating in the air.

At the center of the Hidden Mist Village, Rinjin's figure suddenly appeared behind the lurking Tobirama Senju.

"Lord Tobirama, I'm going in!"

Before the words even settled, Rinjin, engulfed in blue steam, bent his knees slightly before launching himself forward with tremendous force.

In an instant, the ground beneath him collapsed, debris flying in all directions as shockwaves rippled outward.

Standing atop the forehead of his Perfect Susano'o, Madara Uchiha narrowed his eyes.

He's here!

The blue steam unique to the Seventh Gate of the Eight Gates!

Below, Rinjin moved at an extreme speed, leaving a long trail of afterimages behind him.

"So fast!" Madara muttered under his breath.

Although his Rinnegan could track Rinjin's movements, his aging body struggled to keep up with his visual reflexes.

Just as the Susano'o began to react, the blue figure had already reached its feet.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed as everyone instinctively looked up.

The Perfect Susano'o's knee, made of chakra, had its muscles torn and bones shattered.

The entire knee was cleanly severed into two parts.

In front of the knee, a small blue figure maintained a punching stance, green hair fluttering wildly in the wind.

Bone fragments scattered as the Susano'o lost its balance, toppling to one side.

At the same time, the sound of crumbling rocks echoed as the blue figure landed heavily, slightly parting his sharp teeth.

Hiss~

White steam spewed from the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, Rinjin resembled a high-speed steam engine, his entire body's potential pushed to its limits.

Even without opening the Eighth Gate of Death, his current strength was only slightly inferior to that of Might Guy when fully unleashed.

And his physical durability far surpassed anyone else in this world.

In fact, the unique ability of Curse Technique: Death Controlling Possessed Blood was almost redundant for him.

After all, there wasn't much anyone could do to harm his body.

Still, with this level of physical strength, opening the Eighth Gate of Death would definitely be exhilarating!

High above, Madara couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

It had been so long... so long since he'd felt this kind of blood-pumping excitement!

Looking at Rinjin, who had landed and was preparing for a second strike, Madara clapped his hands together.

In an instant, chakra surged to the Susano'o's severed right leg, regenerating bones, muscles, and even clothing.

Watching the fully restored Susano'o, Rinjin narrowed his eyes.

This old bastard still has so much chakra despite all those wrinkles?

Raising his head, Rinjin locked onto the Susano'o's forehead with his immense sensory abilities, preparing to strike directly at its head.

Meanwhile, Madara, with his signature smirk, looked down at Rinjin, his face full of fervor.

"Weakness is ugly!

I admit it. You, Rinjin Sokuhō, have the right to dance with me!"

What the hell?!

At a time like this, you're still acting cool, old man?!

Fine then...

"Alright, old man, here comes the Society Shake!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Rinjin propelled himself forward with explosive force.

In an instant, the blue figure disappeared. Within a hundred meters of his original position, rocks shattered and the ground crumbled.

At the same time, the massive Susano'o raised its sword, assuming a mid-level guard stance.

Though Madara spoke of continuing the dance, he wasn't careless.

He knew full well that while the Perfect Susano'o had unparalleled defense against most opponents, against this unreasonable guy, it was no stronger than paper.

Rinjin Sokuhō, this brat's physical strength was monstrous.

Most importantly, he had truly embodied the phrase "focus to perfection."

Pure taijutsu. Pure pinpoint destruction!

The next strike would decide the winner.

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