Chapter 437: 381. Chapter 373: Modifying the Kamui Space Password

381. Chapter 373: Modifying the Kamui Space Password

"Phew, looks like I'm still in the country."

Stepping out of the Kamui space, Uchiha Gin knitted his brows tightly. He scanned his surroundings, and only after confirming he was at the correct time and place did he heave a sigh of relief.

He was genuinely afraid that this strange Kamui space might have teleported him to some bizarre location.

Picking up the white paper flower he was clutching, Uchiha Gin pondered for a moment and tried using the system's item inspection function on it. To his surprise, he actually received feedback.

【Never-Withered Flower】: Provides the host with one secret technique guidance, valid for three days. (Special item, please use with caution.)

Uchiha Gin's half-lidded eyes shone with an inexplicable light. This was the first time he had obtained an item from somewhere other than a system reward. With no detailed description and only a few sparse words, it felt like a strange little gift the system had rushed to create to patch a bug.

Looking at the white paper flower that still retained a trace of unfamiliar chakra, Uchiha Gin resisted the urge to click "use." The memory of being scammed by the system back in the day was still fresh in his mind.

Transforming into the cautious god-monarch, Uchiha Gin decided to toss this thing into his storage to gather dust for now, and study it properly after the Knight Battle concluded.

After storing the paper flower in his system inventory, Uchiha Gin looked at the countless giant stone pillars around him. His scarlet eyes began to fade, and the bewitching Mangekyo gradually turned blue.

As a cyan-blue chakra cloak enveloped his body, Uchiha Gin successfully entered the Tenseigan Mode.

Uchiha Gin 【Mangekyo Sharingan】 → Uchiha Gin 【Tenseigan Mode】

"Rise for me~"

In Tenseigan Mode, Uchiha Gin easily manipulated the surrounding stone pillars from a distance. Following his will, they plunged straight into the water in front of him, paving a dense surface. Before long, a flat dueling arena made of stone pillars appeared before him, roughly the size of a soccer field.

"Tap~"

Landing on the stage paved with stone pillars, Uchiha Gin tried stomping his foot. He discovered that the stone pillars, of unknown material, were unexpectedly hard and stable. His stomp, infused with superhuman strength, caused only a slight tremor when he stepped on it.

"This stone material is really quite good!"

Looking at the gray-white stone pillars beneath his feet, Uchiha Gin couldn't help but offer praise. Thinking that there were plenty more of these in the Kamui space, he immediately decided that the next time he renovated the Uchiha clan grounds, he would take all of them out and put them to good use.

In the Kamui space.

Just after Uchiha Gin left, a somewhat disheveled figure emerged from the vortex. Upon landing, he first looked suspiciously at the peaceful-looking Nagato Uzumaki (corpse edition). Finding nothing amiss, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew~ What on earth was that strange fluctuation in the Kamui space just now?"

As long as Nagato Uzumaki's corpse was fine, he was satisfied. He turned to leave, but the scene before his eyes almost made him think he had fallen under a genjutsu.

"Huh? Did a thief break into my house?"

He saw that the space, which had originally been filled with a forest of stone pillars, had been forcibly plucked bald over a large area. Staring in disbelief, he rubbed his scarlet eyes with his only remaining left hand. After checking repeatedly that he hadn't seen wrong, beautiful Konoha-style profanities erupted from the mouth behind his mask.

"I'm going to kill you! &*￥%+%￥%#@！##￥&*% Kakashi, you damn bastard, not only did you steal Rin's heart, you even stole my home!"

In this world, besides him, the only other person who could use the Kamui space was Kakashi. Therefore, the missing items were absolutely stolen by that detestable white-haired man.

"I could tolerate the littering, but this time you've gone way too far. Just wait until I change my skin and I'll deal with you!"

Thinking about how he had to come to the Kamui space to clean up from time to time, he, the rightful owner of the space, was instantly filled with rage.

It was clearly out of consideration for old times that he left the key to this "couple's space" for that bastard Kakashi, yet the other party had acted so inhumanly.

Usually, he would tolerate the occasional discarded severed limb, explosive, nail, missile, or Susanoo arrow; after all, it was a necessity of battle.

But what the hell were the recent additions of fruit peels, paper scraps, smelly socks, and stiff strawberry-patterned underwear?

Change the password! Must change the password!

Border of the Land of Rain.

The heavy rain continued to pour without end. Two figures wrapped in thick cloaks intruded, one after the other, into this land favored by the Rain God. Stepping onto the waterlogged road, the burly figure in front paused, stopped, and turned around to remove the cloak covering his head, revealing a shiny, bald pate.

"Chiyo, go back."

Samon, his face full of jowls, sighed slightly in his heart. With a complex expression, he waved his hand at the slender figure who had been pursuing him relentlessly.

"That won't do, Master. The First Lord instructed me to bring you back no matter what."

Hearing this, Chiyo pulled back her grayish-brown cloak, revealing a head of smooth purple hair. Her star-like eyes were filled with determination. She had been chasing Samon for three days, not daring to stop for even a moment, fearing that if she were a step too slow, her master would face danger alone.

"You must have seen the contents of the invitation letter; I have no choice."

Not participating wouldn't mean death, but the Knight qualification would be revoked by Decade. For Samon, that was equivalent to death; it was better to try and fight for it—perhaps he could even carve out a bright future for the Hidden Sand Village.

"But..."

Seeing that his master had no intention of giving up, Chiyo felt a tightening in her heart. As a candidate for the Kazekage of the Hidden Sand Village, she naturally knew the intelligence on the other Knights.

Other countries generally had two Knights stationed, and while Konoha only had one, that Knight was far too overpowered, with combat strength equivalent to multiple Knights. As for their Hidden Sand Village, they only had Samon. Once a chaotic battle broke out, they would inevitably face a one-versus-many situation.

"Say no more, Chiyo. This is the only chance in my life to prove myself to the world, and besides..."

Guessing what Chiyo was thinking, Samon shook his head gently, his narrow eyes filled with fighting spirit. Although he was fighting alone this time, he was no longer the man he once was.

"I am the final trump card of the Land of Wind."

Touching the golden card tucked in his bosom, a confident expression appeared on Samon's face. Having completed a certain transformation, he was no longer the clown of yesteryear.

When the gale of the Land of Wind dissipates, all that remains is the trump card.

"Alright."

Chiyo looked at her master, struggled for a moment, and ultimately chose to respect Samon's decision. After nodding gently, she reached out her hand, feeling the wonderful rhythm of raindrops hitting her palm, a flash of resolve crossing her eyes.

"In that case..."

Shaking her slightly damp purple hair, Chiyo took out a purple wizard's hat and placed it on her head. Lowering the brim, a smile called "trust" hung on her pink lips.

"Then please let me witness your highlight moment, Master."

"Tap~ tap~ tap~"

"Who's there?"

Just as the master and disciple reached a consensus and were preparing to head to the designated competition venue together, two unabashed sets of footsteps immediately alerted them.

"Ha~ ha~ ha, isn't this the bald clown who only knows how to spit Vacuum Spheres? It's been years, how are you still looking so pathetic?"

An incredibly arrogant, strange laugh pierced the rain curtain and reached the ears of Samon and Chiyo. Hearing this, Chiyo frowned; someone actually dared to mock her master. Her ten onion-like fingers lifted slightly, and invisible chakra threads spread out quietly like a spider web.

"Don't be impulsive."

With a gloomy face, Samon raised his hand to stop Chiyo's small movements. He was naturally very familiar with this voice, and knowing the other party's bizarre methods, he did not want his disciple to take risks.

"Little white-beard, you actually have the guts to come?"

"Hehehe~ Even that damn bandage-man dares to come, what do I have to be afraid of?"

One tall and one short figure strolled out from the nearby jungle. Gengetsu Hozuki, rubbing his little mustache, wore an evil, unbridled expression, his small eyes filled with disdain.

"Senior brother, should we finish him here?"

Following behind Gengetsu Hozuki, the black-haired Gintoki narrowed his eyes, looking at the master and disciple standing ready. His calm tone carried visible killing intent.

"The Three-Tails Knight, huh..."

Samon shielded Chiyo behind him. Facing two Knights whose strength was not inferior to his own, he felt immense pressure.

"The Mad Nobleman of the Hidden Mist Village..."

The wizard's hat on her head gave Chiyo inexplicable confidence. She poked her head out from behind her master, looking at the black-haired man exuding cold, tangible killing intent, and frowned as she confirmed aloud.

"That's right, I am..."

"... a wig!"

"..."

The other party's silence was deafening. Chiyo blinked in confusion; was she wrong? She clearly remembered that was the name in the intelligence report.

"As expected, let's just kill them."

Gintoki closed his eyes, his voice as chilling as a cold wind.

"Huh?"

Seeing the surrounding raindrops crystallizing at a visible speed and feeling the bone-piercing cold, Chiyo gasped in surprise.

After freezing, the raindrops did not fall to the ground but instead floated around Gintoki, rapidly condensing into a giant ice spear. The sharp tip flashed with a deadly cold light. Seeing this, Samon immediately slammed his hands onto the ground; the moist soil surged up, transformed into fine yellow sand in the air, and coiled in front of the two.

"Ice Style..."

"Stop! Fake Gintoki!"

Just as the battle between the two sides was about to erupt, Gengetsu Hozuki, who was rubbing his mustache, looked up thoughtfully. With his keen perception, he discovered someone spying and immediately waved his hand to stop his junior brother.

"Senior brother?"

"I didn't come here to put on a monkey show for that bandage-man."

Facing his confused junior brother, Gengetsu Hozuki curled his lip and gestured upward with his fingertip. Everyone followed his gaze and only then discovered that in the cloudy sky, two figures were floating there, overlooking their every move.

"Hmph!"

Only then did Gintoki coldly dispel the Ice Style. The giant ice spear instantly fell to the ground and melted into water at a rapid speed, while Samon also lifted his hands from the ground, and the damp, heavy yellow sand collapsed with a thud.

"Master, why did they stop fighting?"

Ohnoki, flying beside Mu, looked suspiciously at the two sides on the ground who had suddenly stopped. They were clearly at daggers drawn just a moment ago, so why did they stop so suddenly? It was far too anticlimactic.

"That little mustache discovered us."

Mu shook his head, his hoarse voice revealing an irrepressible fighting spirit. When rivals meet, how could they not be excited?

"Sigh~ I was hoping to benefit from their struggle."

Hearing this, Ohnoki curled his lip in regret. If they could eliminate a few opponents before the battle started, their Hidden Stone Village's chances of winning would be much higher.

"Don't think of them as that stupid. Those who can become Knights are all meticulous people; they wouldn't make such a risky move."

In Mu's view, Knights were all brave and resourceful dragons among men; behavior like declaring war in advance was unwise.

"BOOM!!!"

However, just as Mu finished speaking, a giant blue Tengu brushed past them and descended from the sky. The massive airflow generated by the flapping wings blew the two of them dizzy, nearly causing them to lose control of their bodies and fall to the ground like potato pancakes.

"Are there only a few of you? Doesn't matter, I'm in a hurry, come at me together!"

Standing in the cockpit on the head, Madara Uchiha wore an arrogant expression. His scarlet eyes scanned the people present, and his cold voice, amplified by chakra, fell into everyone's ears.

"Hey! Can't you keep a low profile for me?"

Tobirama Senju's sour voice rang out behind Madara Uchiha. Inside the massive cockpit, it wasn't just Madara Uchiha alone; there was also a white-haired man in blue armor, clutching his churning stomach and looking at him with resentment.

"Hmph! I let you and those brats walk, it was you who insisted on taking my transport."

"I just wanted to come over early to mark a spot, then go back to pick them up."

Tobirama Senju now somewhat regretted shamelessly hitching a ride with Uchiha Madara; this guy hadn't held back any tricks along the way, unleashing all sorts of fancy flying maneuvers, and even for him, who was accustomed to space-time travel, he had nearly been made dizzy by the Susanoo.

"U-Uchiha Madara!"

Looking at the arrogant man before him, Ohnoki, who had just steadied his body, felt the shadow that was hard to disperse in his heart activated once again; trembling slightly, he swallowed hard.

"Something's not right. Given his personality, he shouldn't have come, right?"

The moment Uchiha Madara appeared, Mu, Gengetsu Hozuki, and Shaton all frowned in unison; they had compiled intelligence on the knights before setting out.

After a detailed analysis of each knight's data, they had all reached the same conclusion: given Uchiha Madara's personality, he would never come to participate in this Knight Battle, but his appearance now exceeded everyone's expectations.

"What are you all standing there for? You noobs, hurry up!"

Standing in the cockpit atop the Susanoo, Uchiha Madara frowned as he looked at the few who remained unmoved; his arrogant attitude made even Tobirama Senju, a man of the village, itch with anger.

"Hmph!"

The last time Gengetsu Hozuki had been mocked like this was the last time; provoked by Uchiha Madara's arrogant attitude, he gritted his teeth and let out a cold snort.

He pulled a gray driver from his bosom; Gengetsu Hozuki knew this guy before him would absolutely not let things rest, and if he didn't do something, he would definitely be mocked by the bandage-clad man.

Seeing the first person pull out a driver, the remaining few also tacitly took out their own drivers; for a moment, a tense atmosphere permeated the entire battlefield, quiet save for the sound of falling rain.

Pitter-patter~

The rain was still falling, and Uchiha Madara's Tengu stood tall like an invisible mountain, pressing down on everyone's hearts; just as the few pressed their drivers to their waists, two flashes of lightning, one gold and one silver, suddenly lit up the overcast sky.

"Rumble~ rumble~"

"Lightning Oppression Horizontal Thousand Generation Dance!" *2

A clap of thunder on flat ground; everyone present felt their vision blur, and two bolts of lightning descending from the sky rushed toward the massive Susanoo with lightning speed. Before the sound had even faded, a crisp noise rang out across the sky.

"Crack!"

"Nani?"

Uchiha Madara widened his eyes, looking at the two giant fists flashing with electricity outside the Susanoo cockpit; he hadn't expected that someone's speed could be this fast, to the point where even the dynamic vision of his Sharingan had almost lost track of them.

"Crack!"

The crisp cracking sound that rang out again pulled back Uchiha Madara's distracted attention; the visible cracks on the Susanoo left him feeling stunned. This was the first time his Complete Body Susanoo had its defense broken by someone other than Hashirama.

"It's them! They've come too!"

Shaton tilted his head back, ignoring the bean-sized raindrops falling into his eyes, and stared wide-eyed at the two who had broken the defense of the so-called absolute defense, the Susanoo, his voice carrying an undisguised trace of fear.

"The Silver-Gold brothers of the Hidden Cloud Village. Sure enough, how could they be missing from a place where there is fighting~"

Floating not far away, Mu could see the heroic feat of the Silver-Gold brothers more clearly than those on the ground; watching the two brothers head-on clash with the Susanoo, he sighed, but his eyes held more confusion.

They had no grudge against Uchiha Madara, so why were they so full of resentment the moment they met?

The same confusion appeared in Uchiha Madara's heart; he didn't seem to have any intersection with these two ferocious-looking brutes before him, but why were they acting as if he had killed their father the moment they met?

"Nii-san!"

"Otouto!"

The Silver-Gold brothers outside the Susanoo looked at each other and nodded in tacit agreement; lightning erupted from their bodies again, the power of their Lightning Release Chakra Mode turned to the maximum, and the power of their brotherly combo technique doubled.

"Bang! ~"

Uchiha Madara's Susanoo was finally pierced through by the concerted efforts of the Silver-Gold brothers, and those two fists carrying crackling electricity continued with undiminished force.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing this, Uchiha Madara's expression turned cold; he had only relaxed for a moment, and it had given these two guys an opportunity.

With the autumn recruitment imminent, let me teach you what it means to dance!

However, just as Uchiha Madara activated his Mangekyo, preparing to strike the unsportsmanlike Silver-Gold brothers, he was astonished to find that the target locked onto by their fists didn't seem to be him.

"Eat this shot... Huh?"

The two iron fists carrying destructive intent bypassed him gracefully and, with unstoppable momentum, smashed toward the rear. Upholding the principle of not harming the innocent, the considerate brothers even deliberately restrained their fist wind during this process, not letting Uchiha Madara feel the slightest discomfort.

"Go to hell! Tobirama Senju!"

"Oh~"

Hearing the monstrous hatred in their voices, Uchiha Madara reacted quickly, starting at zero frames; he conjured a Susanoo stool in the cockpit, sat down on it, and watched with great interest as Tobirama Senju was driven into a desperate situation by the Silver-Gold brothers.

"Uchiha Madara! You damn bastard, open a door!"

With nowhere left to retreat, Tobirama Senju pressed his back against the hard Susanoo and looked at Uchiha Madara, who was wearing a "watching the show" expression, so angry he nearly fainted.

Just now, Tobirama Senju, who had been watching the play from behind Uchiha Madara, had a bad premonition the moment he saw the Silver-Gold brothers; although so many years had passed, he could still vaguely recognize these two brutes as the remnants of the Hagoromo clan who had fled to the Land of Lightning back then.

And the fact that their fists slammed into the Susanoo was likely not to mince Uchiha Madara.

Sure enough, after smashing the Susanoo, the two brothers didn't pay any attention to the battle-ready Uchiha Madara, but instead headed straight for him.

"Tobirama Senju, you're a big shot in the village after all, how can you retreat in the face of battle? Hurry up and bring out your village secretary spirit, cheer up, don't lose the face of us Konoha people~"

Facing Tobirama Senju's plea, Uchiha Madara shook his head solemnly, opening his mouth with a daily dose of flattery-cum-incitement.

Such a good show was rare in a century; who knew how many years one would have to wait if they missed it.

"You just wait!"

Uchiha Madara's words sounded fine at first glance—how could a village leader retreat in the face of battle? —but Tobirama Senju wasn't a fool; he naturally knew the other party was settling a personal score.

Knowing he couldn't withstand the Silver-Gold brothers' attack, Tobirama Senju had no choice but to bring out his signature skill; he raised one hand and instantly turned into a blue light, disappearing from where he stood.

"Boom!"

The Silver-Gold brothers' resentful iron fists ultimately missed, and they thoughtfully opened a window in Uchiha Madara's Susanoo.

"Damn it, let him run!"

The Gold brother, filled with regret, shook his aching, bone-piercing fists and cursed viciously.

"Do you two have a grudge against that white-haired guy?"

Watching the two failed men with regret, Uchiha Madara stood up, a rare friendly expression appearing on his cold face.

"If we brothers don't beat the shit out of him, it's only because he's clenching too tight!"

"In that case, I can show you the way~" (End of chapter)