Chapter 79: From Mid-Mountain to the Summit!

Kikyo Mountain.

Halfway up the mountain.

Fujinaka Genma suddenly appeared on one side of a Flying Thunder God kunai, kneeling on one knee.

“He vanished!”

“Watch out!”

“He’s here!”

“The Leaf Death God is at Line Four, eleven o’clock!”

The entire slope of Kikyo Mountain erupted in chaotic shouts.

The ground where Fujinaka Genma landed was littered with corpses—this was the core zone saturated with Flying Thunder God kunai.

Yet even amid such density, some survivors remained.

The Sand Ninja weren’t weak!

Fujinaka Genma seized the Flying Thunder God kunai, rose to his feet, and immediately two puppets lunged at him from left and right; before they even closed in, a torrent of hidden weapons hissed toward him like a downpour.

Dark purple electric arcs surfaced on Fujinaka Genma’s body and rapidly spread outward, fading in color the farther they extended—outermost edges remained white.

So.

When Fujinaka Genma surged forward, he still resembled a white lightning bolt tearing through the air.

He did not dodge—the hail of hidden weapons clanged and ricocheted off him, flung away instantly.

This was the application of Magnet Release.

Nearly all the weapons were forged from magnetic metal, easily deflected by Fujinaka Genma.

Even weapons immune to Magnet Release could not penetrate the layered electric field within his body.

Boom! Boom!

The two puppets exploded, their parts scattering in fragments.

Because Fujinaka Genma’s speed was so extreme—like a white lightning flash—it appeared as if both puppets were destroyed simultaneously.

Immediately after, a scream rang out as Fujinaka Genma brushed past the Sand Ninja puppeteer.

No blood sprayed—instead, the Sand Ninja’s hair stood on end, his entire body convulsing from high-voltage current, his nervous system—the body’s bioelectric flow—shattered in an instant.

The Sand Ninja collapsed, twitching, but Fujinaka Genma did not pause, surging toward the summit with blinding speed.

Because he carried an electric field around him.

At this moment, Fujinaka Genma no longer looked like a lightning bolt—he resembled a thick white bolt of lightning, leaving charred vegetation in his wake.

“He’s heading straight for headquarters—stop him!”

The Sand Ninja chasing behind realized Fujinaka Genma’s speed was too great—they couldn’t even catch his shadow, and could only shout.

A Sand Ninja blocking his path collapsed, twitching; hearing the shouts, he nearly wept: “I’m not unwilling—I’m just not on the same plane!”

“How can such a monster exist in this world? Even more monstrous than Shukaku!”

Yet immediately after, another thought surfaced in his mind: “Wait… why am I still alive?”

He was not the only Sand Ninja with this thought.

And more and more shared it.

Fujinaka Genma’s landing zone was near the mountain’s midsection; having endured multiple Shadow Clone and Storm of Shuriken assaults, few Sand Ninja remained, and resistance was virtually nonexistent.

But the higher he climbed, the more Sand Ninja gathered, prepared and waiting.

Yet.

In Fujinaka Genma’s eyes, none of it mattered.

Their attacks could not even breach his defense—merely slowing his speed slightly.

Only a warrior on the level of Jiraiya or Orochimaru could make him pause.

Clearly, the Sand Village had such individuals—but they were not here.

Grandmother Chiyo counted—she was at the summit.

The newly appointed Fourth Kazekage counted—but he was on the Rock Ninja battlefield.

Others, even seasoned Jonin, could not match his speed.

After breaking through several Sand Ninja squads, a large force of Sand Ninja appeared ahead of Fujinaka Genma, already ready with ninjutsu.

“Wind Release: Wind Net!”

With a roar, dozens of Sand Ninja combined their jutsu—howling winds formed razor-thin blades that wove into a net.

Where it passed, vegetation was sliced apart, stones shattered into pieces.

This was an enormous-scale, immensely powerful Wind Release technique—only Flying Thunder God could let Fujinaka Genma evade it.

Yet Fujinaka Genma did not use Flying Thunder God to evade.

He merely paused his step slightly, then continued forward, drawing his Lightning Fang chakra blade for the first time.

Fujinaka Genma knew exactly what his mission was.

To intimidate.

To force the Sand Ninja to surrender and negotiate.

Killing—driving them to terror—was one method.

Demonstrating unmatched power, stripping them of the will to resist—was another.

Fujinaka Genma chose the latter—not out of mercy, but because it was faster than pure slaughter.

Slaughter sometimes only stoked fiercer resistance.

And total annihilation was not what he wanted.

His gaze extended beyond the present—to the future.

Thousand Birds Piercing Spear!

Seeing the net of wind blades closing in, Fujinaka Genma slashed upward with his chakra blade—the extended, hyper-frequency lightning blade speared through, carving a gap in the wind net, and he surged through.

The Sand Village excelled in Wind Release, and Wind Release did indeed counter Lightning Release.

But countermeasures were always mutual.

Fujinaka Genma’s Lightning Release might not yet be at its absolute peak—but he could confidently say:

No one, except the Third Raikage and the future Fourth Raikage, had ever surpassed him in Lightning Release.

Not even those who could match him existed.

And in time, he was certain he would crush even the Third and Fourth Raikage beneath his feet.

His confidence came from Level 10 chakra control and Level 10 Lightning Release chakra nature transformation.

Broke through the wind net.

Next came the Sand Village’s signature Wind Release: Kamaitachi.

Several Jonin combined their jutsu—the gale even tore through the outer layer of Fujinaka Genma’s electric field.

But it only forced him back a few steps.

So.

Even the Sand Ninja’s combined large-scale Wind Release techniques, stirring up dust and stones, only caused Fujinaka Genma minor inconvenience.

Soon.

Fujinaka Genma vanished from the sight of countless Sand Ninja.

Then, screams erupted one after another—Sand Ninja turned left, only to see comrades toppled, screaming as they collapsed, convulsing.

And a white lightning bolt tore through the center, unstoppable.

Fujinaka Genma had broken through from the flank.

Having shattered this thick defensive line, Fujinaka Genma continued charging toward the summit.

At the summit, watching Fujinaka Genma break through relentlessly, every Sand Ninja wore grim, stunned expressions.

At this moment, those who had doubted his reports no longer had a single shred of doubt.

Such power—eliminating three hundred Mist Ninja—did not seem impossible.

“He’s holding back?”

Upon receiving the report from the sensory ninja, Grandmother Chiyo’s expression grew complex.

She was no ordinary woman—she instantly understood Fujinaka Genma’s intent.

I am here to negotiate!

I have shown my strength—enough to crush all hope.

If Itachi resist, Itachi will share the Mist Ninja’s fate.

It was both a gesture of goodwill—and a threat.

“Grandmother Chiyo, release Shukaku! We cannot stop him!”

A senior Jonin spoke.

Grandmother Chiyo gave no order—she hesitated.

Could releasing the One-Tail even stop him?

She could not help but recall the last time Fujinaka Genma faced the One-Tail.

While Grandmother Chiyo still hesitated, Fujinaka Genma broke through every barrier, slaughtering his way to the summit.

To the stunned eyes of the Hidden Leaf Ninja—Jiraiya and others—he looked like a white serpent-dragon surging up the mountain, leaving rolling dust and thundering lightning in his wake.

From the moment Fujinaka Genma leapt into the air until he stood before Grandmother Chiyo and the others, less than ten meters away, less than five minutes had passed.

Looking at Fujinaka Genma, wreathed in lightning, Grandmother Chiyo sighed with a complex expression, then retrieved the peace treaty scroll she had stored away: “We agree to negotiate!”