Naruto: Wooing Tsunade from Day One!
Chapter 502: Six-Gates Duy Instantly Kills Kitsuchi

Chapter 502 - 502: Six-Gates Duy Instantly Kills Kitsuchi

"You're not bad."

"You're worth my serious attention."

As Fugaku activated his Susanoo, Duy's excitement grew.

Kitsuchi's strength was indeed impressive. With his sheer power and exceptional defense, he had managed to hold his own for quite some time. It had been a while since Duy had faced such a durable opponent.

After exchanging blows, both of them were forced to step back.

Kitsuchi still didn't fully grasp the meaning behind Duy's words, but he wouldn't have time to figure it out.

The next second, an overwhelming surge of chakra erupted from Duy's body.

"Gate of View—open!"

With a roar, Duy released the sixth gate's restraints.

His face darkened as his blood vessels bulged, contorting his expression into something fierce. His eyes lost their pupils, leaving only white. His entire body became engulfed in a vibrant green aura, radiating a terrifying and oppressive presence.

"So this is the secret technique Father spoke of?"

Kitsuchi stood frozen, staring at Duy in stunned disbelief.

Was this monstrous chakra really coming from the same man he had just been fighting?

"Are you ready to meet your death?"

Duy, now in his Sixth Gate state, was brimming with excitement, his voice carrying an unmistakable arrogance.

"You're speaking too soon."

Kitsuchi had inherited Ōnoki's stubbornness perfectly.

No matter how shaken he was internally, he wouldn't let it show.

"Haha! Then let's see for ourselves!"

Duy let out a hearty laugh before vanishing like a flash of lightning, leaving behind only a faint afterimage.

"Boom!"

A dull, thunderous impact rang out as a punch landed squarely on Kitsuchi's face.

The sheer force exploded on impact, sending him flying like a leaf caught in a storm.

For a moment, his mind went blank—as if time itself had stopped.

One thought echoed endlessly in his head: Too fast! Way too fast!

What he had barely managed to defend against before, he now couldn't react to at all.

Duy's speed hadn't just doubled or tripled—it was as if he had been completely reborn, moving with an unpredictability that was impossible to grasp.

"Enjoy the feast!"

Duy's voice rang in Kitsuchi's ears like the whisper of a demon.

A deep sense of dread surged within him. He knew he was in trouble, but there was nothing he could do.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A relentless barrage of punches rained down.

Kitsuchi was nothing more than a helpless punching bag, tossed around by Duy's merciless blows.

Under Duy's blistering speed and overwhelming power, forget counterattacking—he couldn't even catch a glimpse of him.

By the time Duy's onslaught ended, Kitsuchi crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.

Bones shattered beyond count, his body felt like a puppet coming apart at the seams.

His internal organs were in ruins, the agony washing over him like an unending tide.

Blood poured from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, staining the ground beneath him. His face was so battered that it was unrecognizable.

At this point, even moving a single finger felt impossible.

The light in his eyes had faded, and only the faint, ragged sound of his breath proved he was still clinging to life.

Like a dying flame, flickering unsteadily in the wind.

"Goodbye."

"Let me send you off one last time."

Duy seemed almost unaffected by the aftereffects of the Eight Inner Gates. He calmly deactivated the Gate of View and walked over to Kitsuchi.

Bending down, he casually grasped Kitsuchi's neck, lifting him like a helpless chick.

Then, raising Kitsuchi into the air, he turned toward Ōnoki's direction.

He deliberately paused for a few seconds, waiting for Ōnoki to notice. Only then did his grip begin to tighten.

A crisp snap echoed through the air, like a death knell ringing in the silence.

Kitsuchi's head slumped to the side—lifeless.

"Kitsuchi!!!"

Ōnoki's grief hit like a tidal wave, drowning him in sorrow.

His anguished scream carried boundless pain and despair, and tears streamed from his eyes like a broken dam.

He had underestimated Duy's strength.

After all these years, how could Duy have remained stagnant?

Even with both of them opening the Sixth Gate, his current power was far beyond what it had been during the Second Shinobi World War.

From the moment Ōnoki allowed Kitsuchi to face Duy alone, today's outcome had already been sealed.

"...Still daring to get distracted?"

Ōnoki barely managed to block Yasaka Magatama, but Fugaku wasn't the least bit disappointed.

This opportunity, carefully crafted by Duy, was one Fugaku wouldn't dare to waste. If he failed to capitalize on it, he'd feel like slapping himself.

"Judgment Arrow."

Under Fugaku's command, Susanoo's black chakra blade shifted, morphing into a massive bow.

As the bowstring was pulled to its limit, a suffocating pressure filled the air.

A pitch-black arrow—like a creation born from the abyss—silently appeared, resting against the bow.

Even before it was released, the sheer force radiating from it was enough to make anyone tremble.

Still drowning in grief, Ōnoki suddenly shuddered. A deep, primal sense of danger surged through him.

Whoosh—

A piercing sound sliced through the battlefield, sharp as the whisper of death itself.

The moment Susanoo released the arrow, it shot toward Ōnoki with a speed too fast to follow.

It tore through the sky, leaving a faint afterimage in its wake.

The sheer velocity ripped apart the air, forming visible shockwaves that spread outward.

As the arrow closed in, Ōnoki instantly realized—he had been caught off guard.

A single moment of hesitation, and the shadow of death was already looming over him. He knew he might not survive this.

But there was no time to think.

If he couldn't block this arrow, there was only one possible outcome: death.

"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"

Acting on instinct, Ōnoki unleashed his most powerful jutsu.

As the Dust Release technique activated, the already dwindling chakra in his body drained even further.

He retreated at full speed while forming the jutsu, every second stretching with unbearable tension.

At the very last moment, just before the arrow struck, he managed to intercept it.

A burst of black and white light erupted in the sky, drawing the attention of nearly every ninja on the battlefield.

After all, even the residual impact from such a clash was enough to kill ordinary shinobi.

No one wanted to die a meaningless death.

The resulting explosion sent Ōnoki flying, his body tumbling through the air like a kite with its string cut.

At such close range, the blast's power was enough to injure even the strongest of fighters—Ōnoki was no exception.

But at least, he was still alive.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, he forced himself to suppress his grief over Kitsuchi's death.

Right now, there was only one thought in his mind—retreat.

As long as he lived, there would always be another chance.

But would anyone give him that opportunity?

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