Chapter 69: Level 10 Transformation Technique!

“A Reverse Summoning Technique?”

As Qing barely formed this thought, a scream erupted from behind him.

Qing turned and saw Fujinaka Genma flickering between shadows like a streak of white lightning, swiftly eliminating two more mist ninja caught off guard.

“How is this possible?”

Qing was stunned, then seemed to realize something, voice trembling: “Could it be…?”

“Watch out…”

“He can leave marks on people!”

Too late.

His warning came too late.

Fujinaka Genma surged again through the mist ninja, denying them any chance to coordinate large-scale jutsu.

One hand wielding a chakra blade, the other a Lei Qie—or a Rasengan—or a Lei Dun Rasengan.

Fujinaka Genma pushed his speed to its absolute limit.

He continually left Flying Thunder God seals on certain mist ninja—not killing them, but using them as positional markers, or as decoys to swap places with via Flying Thunder God.

Because Fujinaka Genma charged straight into the densest clusters, and though his speed and techniques were devastating—each slash or kick could kill easily—he still took hits.

Remember, these mist ninja surrounding him were no amateurs.

Even.

The masked mist ninja, desperate to kill him, showed no hesitation—using wide-area jutsu even if it meant sacrificing their own comrades.

“Spread out!”

“All of Itachi, scatter!”

Yagura and Qing shouted in unison.

The mist ninja began to disperse.

After eliminating one more mist ninja, Fujinaka Genma glanced at his Ride & Kill system’s remaining 10,000 Ride & Kill points, then instantly purchased 10 skill points, exhausting his entire annual allocation.

Transformation Technique +1!

Level 6!

Transformation Technique +1!

Level 7!

Not enough!

Fujinaka Genma gritted his teeth internally and added one more!

Level 8!

He had upgraded his original Level 5 Transformation Technique to Level 8—this increase no longer caused mental overload for his now immensely strengthened body.

After killing another mist ninja, he saw the rest had mostly scattered; he raised one hand.

Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, over a hundred shadow clones appeared.

Immediately, the hundred shadow clones surged forward, each activating the Transformation Technique to become mist ninja.

At this moment,

Wu, the leader of the mist ninja’s assassination special unit, along with Yagura, Qing, and other jōnin, all broke into cold sweats.

There were too many shadow clones!

And this Transformation Technique…

On a battlefield like this, unless Itachi were a specialized sensory ninja, Itachi couldn’t possibly distinguish them in moments.

“Damn it, I’m the real one!”

“Idiot, I’m the real one—cut him if Itachi don’t believe me!”

…

Instantly,

The entire battlefield descended into utter chaos.

Fujinaka Genma’s shadow clones didn’t just kill mist ninja—they also attacked each other, performing with terrifying realism.

Among the mist ninja, there were no shortage of sensory ninja—or those with sensory abilities.

For example, Qing!

Yet.

In a battlefield of hundreds locked in brutal melee, conditions changed in an instant; unless Itachi were facing the opponent directly, even if Itachi sensed something, Itachi couldn’t warn in time.

Because the pace of combat was too fast!

Itachi might finish warning someone, but before they could react, Fujinaka Genma—the swift blade—had already cut them down.

So,

Fujinaka Genma went berserk!

He killed mist ninja—and his own shadow clones too!

He didn’t care about large-scale jutsu, didn’t care about friend or foe.

After all, his true body had also activated the Transformation Technique, hiding deep within the mist ninja’s assassination unit, staying utterly hidden.

Even joined Wu in casting large-scale jutsu, wiping out both mist ninja and his own shadow clones alike.

Water Release?

Sorry—I know that too.

Moreover,

The mist ninja weren’t just skilled in Water Release.

They also used Lei Dun and Feng Dun.

Conveniently, he understood them all—and was proficient in each.

So,

At this moment, on this battlefield, many mist ninja could no longer tell friend from foe.

Aside from those they knew intimately, killing the wrong person didn’t matter.

Five minutes later,

The battlefield, now a ruin, fell silent.

Everywhere lay twisted corpses, scattered weapons, and pools of blood.

Bloodied pits.

Only fewer than fifty remained standing—or kneeling on one knee.

Qing bore a deep slash across his forehead, carved by a kunai wielded by one of Fujinaka Genma’s shadow clones—nearly cleaving his skull open.

Blood streamed continuously, blinding his vision.

Yet he dared not wipe it away; he used his one remaining eye to scan the battlefield.

At the same time, he strained his sensory jutsu to locate Fujinaka Genma.

“Everyone—do not move!”

“Whoever moves, we all strike!”

Yagura growled beside Qing.

With fewer people left, controlling the situation became easier.

“All who can use sensory jutsu—find that brat, Fujinaka Genma!”

Wu gritted his teeth, half his mask gone, barely surviving a single slash.

He had thought this was a sure thing—now it had spiraled into this disaster.

Over three hundred elite ninja.

Now fewer than fifty remained—and among them, there might be more than one Fujinaka Genma.

“That bastard… is he even human?”

Wu seethed.

He had never seen anyone with a Transformation Technique this powerful.

“The only one here who can use sensory jutsu… is probably me.”

Qing spoke, voice strained.

During the chaos, he’d noticed Fujinaka Genma deliberately hunting sensory ninja—if not for Yagura’s protection, he’d already been killed!

At this moment, beneath Wu’s mask, Fujinaka Genma’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Aside from his true body, only three shadow clones remained among the crowd.

Under current conditions, he’d be found eventually—even he himself, despite having just saved Wu from death.

“If that’s the case…”

“What if I raise the Transformation Technique to Level 10?”

Fujinaka Genma smiled.

Raising a technique to Level 10 brought massive changes.

Jin Gang Lock was proof.

Though the Transformation Technique’s initial difficulty rating was D, that didn’t mean it was truly a low-level jutsu.

Level +1!

Level 9!

Fujinaka Genma’s head throbbed slightly, but quickly recovered.

He took a quiet breath, and Fujinaka Genma grew excited.

Level +1!

Level 10!

Transformation Technique, Level 10!

Fujinaka Genma’s mind stabbed with pain, and his vision darkened momentarily.

And just then.

Aoi locked onto Fujinaka Genma’s two Shadow Clones.

The slaughter erupted again.

The others surrounded and overwhelmed Fujinaka Genma’s two Shadow Clones, quickly destroying them.

But the Mist ninja suffered another three casualties.

Fujinaka Genma’s true body arrived a step late, but since he had been protecting Wu since the start, no one suspected him.

The battle ceased.

Fujinaka Genma had returned to normal.

“Itachi didn’t disappoint me at all!”

Level 10 skills are generally the highest rank.

At this level, the Transformation Technique can perfectly mimic even breath and chakra.

Like a White Zetsu.

Unlike a White Zetsu, it requires no absorption of the target’s chakra—only a perception ninjutsu to sense and then alter one’s own chakra.

Thus, to fully unleash the power of a Level 10 Transformation Technique, one needs a perception ninjutsu—or rather, a chakra perception ninjutsu.

Fortunately.

Fujinaka Genma knows one.

Kagura Shin’i is specifically designed to sense chakra, identifying enemies by distinguishing their unique chakra signatures.

Of course.

Even mimicking chakra only buys time.

The Mist ninja can still confirm identities through intelligence exchange.

And this method only works when numbers are few.

But for him, creating a little more chaos and eliminating a few more Mist ninja is more than enough!