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[Starting from Tokyo's The King of Fighters]
[Shokugeki No Toriko!]
[Marvel: I Start By Making The SCP Foundation]
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"Damn it, my arm…"
Jiraiya, who had been flung away, landed on all fours like a toad, clutching his right arm in pain.
Fukasaku: "Little Jiraiya boy, you alright!?"
Shima: "His Rasengan was thrown out, not directly striking you, so the aftershock must've hit you, right?"
Jiraiya gritted his teeth and shook his head, staring at his arm, now dotted all over with tiny red marks.
"It wasn't a shockwave… inside his Rasengan were thousands—no, an unimaginable number—of wind blades, cutting into my arm like poison…"
Just from that brief contact, he felt his arm go numb, as though the cells themselves were destroyed and the meridians completely severed, draining away all its life force.
The two elder toads' faces changed drastically.
"How could this be… A Rasengan infused with Wind Release that carries such killing power…"
"No—this is more than just Wind Release; a Rasengan with that kind of lethality is practically a forbidden jutsu. He himself would also be injured using it…"
The two Sage Toads, seasoned and knowledgeable, quickly grasped the danger and mechanism behind the Fūton: Rasenshuriken.
Jiraiya's eyes narrowed, locking on the blond youth.
Naruto calmly extended his right hand and said flatly, "You guessed right—using this jutsu also damages my body."
Every time he used the Fūton: Rasenshuriken, the cells in his hand were heavily destroyed.
"But…" His lips curled upward, and before Jiraiya's eyes, the tiny red dots on his arm faded away one after another.
"My healing ability is nothing you can compare to."
Jiraiya's expression grew darker.
Before he could decide what to do next, his pupils shrank—hurtling toward him was another azure shuriken.
"Impossible… it destroyed my Chōōdama Rasengan that easily? How could your Rasengan overpower mine so much…"
Moments earlier, their two Rasengan clashed in the air. Now, the result was clear—Naruto's Fūton: Rasenshuriken had shredded Jiraiya's Sage Art: Chōōdama Rasengan, and was still heading straight for him.
"Chōōdama Rasengan!"
"Chōōdama Rasengan!"
"Chōōdama Rasengan!"
Jiraiya retreated rapidly, hurling one massive Rasengan after another to block it.
Beside him, Orochimaru also moved, slamming his palms into the ground.
"Summoning Technique: Triple Rashōmon!"
With a thunderous rumble, three massive demonic gates erupted from the ground once again, replacing those Naruto had smashed earlier.
When the first two gates were torn apart, the third barely withstood the weakened Fūton: Chōōdama Rasenshuriken.
Jiraiya, panting heavily behind the last gate, stared at the protruding, twisted iron surface.
One bit more power and it would've been broken.
"No way…" Jiraiya muttered. "No one could take the Rasengan and develop it into something like this…"
It had taken him years to perfect the Chōōdama Rasengan. Even if someone had greater talent, they couldn't possibly create a Fūton: Rasenshuriken just from a brief encounter with the technique.
Jiraiya suddenly turned to Naruto, voice heavy.
"Bofū Minma… you're from Konoha, aren't you?"
His words stunned Fukasaku, Shima, Orochimaru—and even the distant Fourth Raikage and Killer B.
They all stared at the blond youth in shock.
"This guy… is from Konoha!?"
Seeing Naruto remain silent, Jiraiya pressed on. "I should've realized it sooner—your grudge against Konoha, your resentment toward me, your golden hair, the Hiraishin no Jutsu (Flying Thunder God)… You must be someone I've met before—someone connected to me…"
"And then there's the Rasengan…"
Naruto's gaze chilled. "So you've figured it out?"
Seeing him waver, Jiraiya clenched his fists, his tone heavy with guilt.
"You're Namikaze Minato, aren't you!?"
Naruto: "…"
The blond youth looked at him coldly.
Jiraiya didn't stop. "It has to be you. Who else could master both the Hiraishin and the Rasengan? Back during the Nine-Tails' attack, they said you died sealing it… but I knew there had to be more to the story. Kushina died, your son was made the Nine-Tails' jinchūriki—you'd hate me for it, and that's natural…"
Orochimaru's eyes widened. "Namikaze Minato!?"
Looking closely at Naruto's face, he licked his lips. "Hah… you really do look just like him. I never imagined you'd still be alive."
Far in the distance, the Fourth Raikage and Killer B were dumbfounded.
"That's Namikaze Minato?"
"The Fourth Hokage of Konoha?"
Tsunade's eyes went wide. Struggling in humiliation and anger, she shouted, "Bofū Minma, are you really Minato!? Damn it, I was half your teacher back then, I even taught Kushina medical ninjutsu—how could you treat me like this!? Let me go!"
"Shut up." Naruto's voice was ice. He shot her a glare. "Robin, shut her up for me. No—teach her a lesson. She's nothing but my slave now."
Robin smiled sweetly and nodded.
Though she couldn't understand most of what was said, she heard the fury in Naruto's tone.
So, in Tsunade's horrified eyes, Robin climbed onto her back, crossing her arms.
"Treinta y Seis Flores Bloom—Slap!"
Dozens of white arms sprouted and struck down, not just on Tsunade's mouth but all over her body.
Slap slap slap…
(End of Chapter)
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