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"That's right—if I'm not mistaken, that shuriken technique used by 'Mu' was the same one Obito once demonstrated in front of us. It's an Uchiha clan secret technique!" Kurenai said with a grave expression, her face growing increasingly serious as she spoke.
"The Uchiha clan's shuriken technique!" Might Guy now wore a similarly stern look. Thanks to Kurenai's reminder, he too recalled the scene.
"The Uchiha clan's shuriken techniques are passed down through their family—they're exclusive secrets only known to members of the Uchiha clan. How could someone like Mu possibly know how to use them?!" Guy asked, perplexed.
"This is precisely the key point—there must be some connection between Mu and the Uchiha clan," Kurenai explained slowly, her tone heavy. At the mention of the Uchiha clan, both Guy and Kurenai exchanged somber glances.
The Uchiha clan, once the most prestigious shinobi family in Konoha, had been massacred under the very nose of the village. For all the shinobi of Konoha, this was an unimaginably tragic event. Though they weren't close to the Uchiha, as fellow shinobi of the Leaf, they felt deeply pained and enraged by the tragedy.
"This matter needs to be reported to Lord Third Hokage immediately!" Kurenai declared gravely. "Mm!" Guy nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, Muo remained blissfully unaware that his identity might soon be exposed. At this moment, he was quietly enjoying dinner at an inn in the Land of Lightning. The sun was setting, casting its final rays across the horizon and painting the sky a fiery red. A gentle breeze swept through the small town, rustling the tall wild grass outside and shimmering across the river, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
Though the scenery appeared serene, the world itself was anything but—a cruel reality hidden beneath its surface. Inside one of the inn's rooms, Muo leaned against the window, silently gazing at the sunset. His expression was calm, almost contemplative.
But just as Muo became immersed in the picturesque beauty before him, a deafening explosion shattered the peaceful atmosphere.
"What?! What's going on?!" Muo exclaimed, startled. The source of the explosion seemed to come from within the town, accompanied by screams and cries of panic.
Without hesitation, Muo donned his mask and swiftly exited the room, rushing downstairs. Upon reaching the ground floor, he found the inn's dining area in chaos. Many patrons who had been enjoying their meals were now fleeing in terror, while others cowered beneath tables, trembling uncontrollably.
Muo's eyes narrowed as he quickly left the inn and stepped onto the streets of the town. Outside, what had moments ago been a bustling marketplace was now reduced to rubble. A massive crater dominated the center of the street, surrounded by bodies—both civilians and shinobi alike—lying motionless. Flames engulfed nearby buildings, spreading rapidly.
At that moment, an arrogant voice boomed from above. "It seems you're all astounded by my art! Yes, this is exactly the effect I wanted!"
"In the sky?!" Muo muttered in surprise, looking up. Against the backdrop of the crimson-streaked twilight, a majestic white bird floated lazily in the air. Perched atop it was a figure—a boy no older than twelve or thirteen. He wore a mesh bodysuit typical of shinobi, along with the forehead protector of Iwagakure. His golden hair cascaded down his back in a ponytail, partially obscuring his left eye, while his bright blue eyes gleamed with confidence and pride.
"A flying shinobi?!" Muo gasped. Having lived in this world for so long, he had never encountered a shinobi capable of flight—even if it relied on external tools, it was still impressive.
The boy began moving again. On each of his palms were strange mouths, tongues lolling out unnervingly. Reaching into pouches strapped to his waist, he manipulated something unseen. After a few quick hand gestures, spider-like objects formed on his hands.
"Behold my art!!!" the boy shouted excitedly, hurling the spider-like constructs downward. They descended en masse, blanketing the area below.
"Not good!" Muo's expression darkened. Through his three-tomoe Sharingan, he could clearly see the highly unstable chakra embedded within the spiders. However, the chakra seemed to be under the boy's control, held at a critical threshold without detonating immediately.
"What kind of technique is this? To integrate chakra into physical matter…!" Muo marveled. Amidst the chaos, people continued to flee in desperation. Among them was a young girl, struggling to escape the impending rain of explosive spiders. Her pace was far too slow; there was no way she could avoid being caught in the blast.
Judging from the earlier explosions, these spiders would undoubtedly explode upon impact. If nothing intervened, the girl would surely perish. Muo's eyes hardened as his body vanished from sight in an instant.
"Art is an explosion!!! Hah!" the blond-haired boy cried out, his voice brimming with excitement and fervor. With a dramatic pose, he brought two fingers to his chest and roared.
BOOM! BOOM!
A series of colossal explosions rocked the street. Buildings crumbled into pieces, and flames engulfed the entire town.
SWISH! In a flash, Muo reappeared atop an undamaged building, clutching the little girl protectively in his arms. Just moments earlier, he had saved her using a Body Flicker Technique.
"Tomoko! Tomoko!" The girl's mother screamed in panic from nearby, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Muo handed the child over to the woman, instructing firmly, "It's too dangerous here. You need to leave immediately!" Overwhelmed with gratitude, the woman bowed deeply before hastily retreating with her daughter.