AWB Chapter 218, Art, should be about the artist.
Chapter 218, Art, should be about the artist.
"Wh...what?!"
The coldness and confidence on Yukinojo's face froze and shattered in that instant.
A gasp of surprise escaped his usually elegant lips.
What is that?!
That was black ice formed from his purest chakra and ice-style secret techniques. Its hardness was comparable to steel, and its temperature was enough to freeze everything it touched in an instant.
Even an ordinary ninja would be injured if touched by it!
And Hiruzen Sarutobi...
He actually...
He caught it with his bare hands?!
Not only Yukinojo.
On the flagship of the Cloud Shadow.
The Third Raikage A's face, which was always filled with arrogance and fighting spirit, was now filled with astonishment.
He braced himself against the gunwale, staring intently at the incredible scene in the distance.
"That guy..."
The strategist, Tsuchishiro, standing beside him was completely dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Did he use the enemy's S-rank ninjutsu as a mount?
What an absurd and illogical sight this is.
"Hey, feed me... You're kidding, right..."
The Hozuki clan ninja muttered to himself.
This is... a true powerhouse?
The absolute power to wantonly trample on the enemy's artwork and turn it into one's own.
After a brief silence, the Konoha fleet erupted in cheers more enthusiastic than ever before.
“Ooooooooooooooooooooo!!”
"I...I rode on it!!!"
"The Hokage rode on that dragon's head!!"
In the center of the battlefield.
Hiruzen Sarutobi felt the terrifying chill emanating from the dragon's horn, a chill powerful enough to freeze one's soul, and the violent force that seemed to be trying to throw him away.
"Hmm, that's interesting."
His chakra surged, and blue light spread along his arms, instantly covering the two enormous black ice dragon horns.
"Using ice to create a dragon is indeed more aesthetically pleasing than using water or earth."
"However, since it's a mount, it should look like a mount."
"It's noisy."
The moment the words left his mouth, Hiruzen Sarutobi suddenly exerted force with both hands gripping the dragon's horns.
A terrifying force, like a landslide or a tsunami, suddenly erupted.
"roar……!!!"
The Black Ice Dragon let out a mournful cry of extreme pain.
Its upward momentum was abruptly halted by this force.
"Damn it, don't even think about it!!"
On the icy plains, Yukinojo finally snapped out of his shock, his handsome face contorted with anger and humiliation.
"Aaaaaahh ...
He clasped his hands together abruptly, and his chakra surged wildly into the ice beneath his feet, attempting to regain control of his artwork.
"Get him off the plane!!"
Under Yukinojo's control, the massive body of the Black Ice Dragon began to tumble, twist, and struggle wildly in the air.
It tried to throw that damned intruder off its head and tear it to pieces in the wildest way possible.
In an instant, under the moonlight, the enormous black dragon seemed to have gone mad, drawing huge arcs in the air and creating terrifying wind pressure that tore the air apart.
This is a tug-of-war.
A struggle for control of this artwork takes place in mid-air.
Yukinojo exerted all his strength, and the veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.
However, no matter how the dragon struggled or rolled around.
The figure standing atop the dragon's head remained motionless, as if rooted to it.
Hiruzen Sarutobi's feet seemed to possess an infinite suction force, firmly nailing them to the dragon's head.
His hands were like two indestructible iron clamps, and no matter how the dragon struggled, it could not budge them an inch.
"it's useless."
Hiruzen Sarutobi looked down at the giant dragon struggling wildly at his feet, and also at the tiny figure on the ice in the distance.
"hehe..."
"You are too weak."
Within his body, the chakra amplified by the Sage Body, like a vast ocean, surged wildly into the body of the Black Ice Dragon through his hands.
This is not destruction.
It's intrusion! It's overwriting! It's... deprivation!
hum-
The black ice dragon's body trembled violently, and its eyes, composed of deep blue ice crystals, began to flash intensely.
Yukinojo felt that the chakra connection between himself and the dragon was being ruthlessly crushed and covered by an even more domineering and massive force.
"No...no!!!"
Yukinojo let out a desperate roar.
This is his art, his most perfect work.
How could... how could it be taken away from me here!
However, the reality is cruel.
Compared to Hiruzen Sarutobi, Yukinojo's resistance seemed so pale and powerless.
The struggles of the Black Ice Dragon gradually weakened.
"Click—"
A crisp sound, like something breaking, rang out.
His connection with the Black Ice Dragon was completely severed.
"puff--"
Yukinojo was struck dumb, staggering backward, his handsome face filled with disbelief.
at the same time.
In mid-air, the black ice dragon, which had been struggling frantically, suddenly froze, its massive body instantly ceasing all movement.
It floated silently in the air.
next second.
Its deep blue dragon eyes lost all light.
What followed were two burning golden flames.
The view from above is always beautiful, complementing the moonlight, while the sound of the wind whispers past your ears.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stood atop that enormous dragon head.
His robes fluttered in the night wind as he looked down at the icy plain below, overlooking the entire battlefield.
The moonlight draped him in a silvery cloak.
The ferocious black dragon beneath their feet became the most domineering backdrop.
At that moment, he was like a moon goddess descending to earth.
"roar--!!!!!"
A roar, completely different from the previous ones, resounded through the sky.
The black ice dragon carried Hiruzen Sarutobi, its massive body tracing a huge, graceful arc in the air as it began to circle.
a circle.
Another lap.
Under the moonlight, the Hokage rode a black dragon, circling in the sky.
Cloud Hidden Flagship.
"..."
"Cough...cough cough..."
The Third Raikage, Ai, coughed violently, his bronze face turning bright red.
It wasn't because of anger.
It was because he was choked by what he saw.
In my life, I have seen countless powerful people and fought countless monsters.
But I have never seen such an outrageous sight.
This scene was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone present.
Yukinojo looked at the figure in the sky, at the artistic dragon that should have belonged to him.
An expression of indignation appeared on that elegant face.
Just now.
A detached voice drifted slowly from the sky, clearly resounding in his ears.
"Art should return to the side of the artist."
The moment the words fell.
On the dragon's head, Hiruzen Sarutobi pointed gently towards the direction of the ice field.
"roar--!!!!"
The black crystal dragon, which had been circling in the sky, suddenly changed direction, its eyes, burning with golden flames, locking onto the white figure on the ice.
next moment.
It swooped down toward Yukinojo with overwhelming force and earth-shattering power!