What is the principle behind the Mutual Multiplication Explosive Tags?
It continuously summons new explosive tags through the existing ones, exponentially increasing their numbers to create a massive, sustained explosion.
C4 Pursuers are entirely based on this concept. Each Pursuer is covered in hundreds of tiny holes, each containing a summoning seal capable of summoning new clay Pursuers.
One becomes a hundred, a hundred becomes ten thousand, and ten thousand become a million. Within just a few rounds, the enemy would be completely submerged in an ocean of explosive clay.
The only prerequisite is that Deidara must keep producing new Pursuers for the summoning to continue.
The falling clay centipedes were directly teleported next to the so-called God. As soon as they completed a new round of summoning, they too exploded into flames.
The dark-skinned deity radiated an obscure glow as he looked around at the ever-increasing number of clay centipedes. A sense of foreboding crept into his heart.
"Nothing comes without a price!"
If this so-called God could resurrect indefinitely, there had to be a cost. Otherwise, it would violate the laws of energy conservation.
No need for sealing techniques, no need for mental attacks—Deidara had chosen the simplest and most brutal method: grinding him down until there was nothing left.
"You won't succeed!"
"Foolish mortal! You have no idea how powerful I truly am!" The so-called deity had died several times already, but he was beginning to grasp Deidara's intent.
Five times... He remained calm.
Twenty times... Still unfazed.
Fifty times... He was starting to feel uneasy.
One hundred times... Looking up at the sky, still filled with an endless swarm of clay centipedes, he began to panic.
One hundred and fifty times... The ground had been blasted dozens of meters deep.
Two hundred times...
"No! You can't do this to me! Let me out!" The so-called deity even abandoned his scythe, desperately trying to flee beyond Deidara's blast radius. But after taking just three steps, he was blown to bits.
Two hundred and five times... Deidara adjusted the explosion's center slightly, nullifying all the ground the deity had managed to cover before dying again.
Two hundred and fifty times...
"I surrender! I surrender!" His power was fading rapidly—he couldn't even survive a single second within the blast zone now.
Three hundred times...
"You bastard! How dare a mere mortal do this to me?!"
Three hundred and twelve times... His resurrection was slowing down drastically.
Three hundred and thirty-eight times... With one final, despairing scream, the black-and-white figure never appeared again.
The so-called deity had perished.
Gulp!
From a distance, Kakuzu and Hidan, who had been watching the spectacle, swallowed hard. They looked at the battlefield below—what had once been a flourishing paradise, lush with flowers and greenery, had already been reduced to barren scorched earth by the sun's wrath.
Now, after an hour-long bombardment from Deidara's Pursuers, an enormous, indescribable crater had formed in the ground.
It looked like a massive abyssal maw, ready to swallow everything, or a devastating scar marring the planet's surface.
The crater dwarfed even the Valley of the End—it was as if a colossal meteor had slammed into the Earth, wiping an entire nation off the map.
Yes, the Land of Hot Water no longer existed. In the future, this place might turn into a massive freshwater lake, a spectacle to behold. Or perhaps seawater would flood in, forming an inland sea—another wonder of nature.
Regardless, the Land of Hot Water was now history.
Of course, even after pulling off such a grand feat—even after slaying a god—Deidara himself wasn't unscathed.
He lay exhausted atop a clay bird, but the exhilaration on his face was unmistakable.
Indeed, art is an explosion!
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Uzushiogakure Battlefield
A figure draped in a white robe, a dagger clenched between his teeth, exuding a chilling aura, floated above the battlefield.
Having mastered a portion of the Underworld's power, the Shinigami existed primarily in spirit form. However, this did not mean he was truly dead—he merely preferred disguising himself this way.
Now, to eliminate the remaining enemies before him, he had chosen to materialize his body. This way, he could reap souls faster.
Kamui!
A spiraling distortion of space formed—Kakashi's target was the Shinigami's left hand, which held a struggling ninja's soul. He wanted to pull him to safety.
As expected, Kamui's power was indeed broken-tier. Even the Shinigami dared not take it head-on, for it was, after all, spatial severance.
The Shinigami turned his left hand ethereal, shifting it into a soul-state and effortlessly dodging Kamui's pull.
"The power is indeed fascinating. Very well, I shall deal with you first!" The Shinigami rasped, his voice hoarse yet eerie. With a flick of his wrists, he shot toward Kakashi at incredible speed.
"Come, surrender your soul to me!" He pulled the dagger from his mouth, slashing toward Kakashi as his flowing white robes billowed ominously.
"Earth Style: Earth-Style Wall!" A stone wall in the shape of a dog's head rose to block him, but the Shinigami simply phased through it, his dagger mere inches from Kakashi's body.
Amaterasu!
From another battlefield, Itachi and Kisame arrived. The black flames of Amaterasu burned upon the Shinigami's form, forcing him to take things more seriously.
Compared to Obito's Kamui intangibility, his spirit-form was clearly inferior. Even in soul-state, some attacks still affected him.
But so what?
He was a god!
The Shinigami extended his tongue, licking at the Amaterasu flames devouring his right arm. Just like licking ice cream, he casually devoured the inextinguishable flames within a few gulps.
Raising his head, he turned his eerie gaze toward the new arrivals—Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame.
"Another pair of Mangekyō Sharingan? How intriguing."
"Now that all my prey has gathered, I suppose it's time for me to get serious."
A powerful, deathly aura erupted from him. Only now did everyone realize—the Shinigami had merely been toying with them earlier.
This was his true power.
"Surrender your souls!" he declared, stabbing his dagger toward Itachi.
A fully formed, crimson Susanoo appeared, but even this mighty construct failed to hinder the Shinigami in the slightest.
His dagger pierced through Susanoo as though slicing through tofu, stabbing into Itachi's chest and effortlessly extracting his soul.
"Itachi-san!" Kisame and the others froze. They had never expected Itachi, of all people, to be taken down in a single move.
Yet, even in the face of death, Itachi remained composed.
"The moment he touches you, he can rip out your soul. Be extremely careful."
Kamui!
Once again, a spiraling distortion targeted the Shinigami's arm. However, with a mere flick, he ignored Kamui's spatial distortion and claimed another victim's soul.
"Impossible!" Kakashi's face paled. If even Kamui was useless, were they truly doomed?
In the distance, Hashirama ceased his battle with Madara.
"Madara, the Shinobi World is facing an unprecedented crisis. We need to join forces once more."
To him, if he and Madara combined their strength—with everyone else's support—they might just have a chance.
But Madara simply crossed his arms and smirked.
Then, he asked a completely unrelated question.
"Hashirama, do you know where the Rinnegan truly comes from?"
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