"I think it's time for you to surrender, Dad."
"Kaka..." The compression continued. His bones couldn't help but tremble under the immense pressure, but Silva stubbornly held on, refusing to give in!
He glared stubbornly at Sean, looking even more hard-headed than a certain stoic-faced brat.
"Unfortunately, being stubborn is useless in the face of true power." Madara stood in Sean's consciousness space, arms crossed, calmly observing through the sea of clouds. He was very curious to see what Sean, as the son, would do to his father, Silva.
However, the answer had already been determined in that promise from three years ago!
"Dad is very pleased that you could snatch the bell, but Dad is very unhappy about losing the bell."
So, in response, Sean's answer was: "Then please go to sleep, Dad!"
His right hand opened, then clenched violently. The Susanoo obeyed Sean's will, its giant hand suddenly tightening—
"Kacha!" A crisp sound, like that of ribs breaking, rang out. Silva couldn't stop himself from spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body went limp, sliding powerlessly from the Susanoo's right hand as it released its grip.
'As an enemy, he should have killed him. As a son, he should have let him go.'
'He chose neither... Hehe, boy, you are even more interesting than I thought.'
"Don't just stand there posturing." Sean glanced at Madara through the sea of clouds. "I just don't want to cause trouble for myself."
Besides, knocking Silva unconscious instead of crushing him like an ant was leaving his dad with a final shred of dignity.
Madara: "..."
He was stunned for a moment. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to speak to him like that.
Suppressing his throat, he let out two low laughs and said no more.
"Plop." Silva crashed to the ground, arms spread, collapsing like a pile of mud in the ruined crater.
"Hiss... hoo..." "Return, Susanoo." The mountain-sized Susanoo instantly retracted into Sean's body. The young man stood high in the sky, riding the cold wind as he slowly descended. He tossed off his training suit and covered Silva with it, looked seriously into Silva's eyes, and said, "It's over, Father."
Silva panted heavily, staring straight at Sean. Sean straightened up and left him with one sentence: "Get some rest."
He turned and walked away. Just as he was about to disappear, he heard Silva shout with all his remaining strength: "Is this your limit, Sean?"
Sean's footsteps paused. He turned his head and glanced at Silva. The Mangekyo Sharingan in his left eye, which had been still, activated. A ball of black fire condensed into a "laser," carving a pitch-black line of fire in the ground right next to Silva's feet!
The fire was like a black lotus, burning quietly. There was clearly nothing flammable around, but it stood there two meters in front of Silva, enduring the wind and snow, neither extinguishing nor wavering. It flickered alone, yet it inspired fear in all who saw it!
"Amaterasu!"
"The black flames that burn everything and cannot be extinguished... Chairman, I know this one! Itachi Uchiha used this move to break through the esophagus of the Great Toad of Mount Myoboku summoned by the pervy sage, Jiraiya!" In the Hunter Association office, Beans, who had been cautiously peeking through his fingers, let out a sigh of relief when he saw Sean retract the Susanoo. He finally dared to crawl out from under the sofa.
Ging glanced at him, almost startled by the sudden appearance of the shiny bald head. He tipped the brim of his hat and added, "The Amaterasu flames don't just seem to burn through toad esophagi... I remember in the latest chapter, when Sasuke fought Danzō, he seemed to use Amaterasu to nullify one of Danzō's lives."
"Not a life. To be precise, it nullified one of Danzō's Sharingan." Netero corrected Ging, his expression grave as he stared at the pitch-black line of fire on the screen. "Izanagi... another powerful ninjutsu that relies on the Sharingan. Sean can manifest 'Tsukuyomi' and 'Amaterasu'..."
"In the future, he might even be able to manifest 'Izanagi'. And what concerns me is—"
"What kind of ninjutsu is stored in that child's eyes, Uchiha Shisui?"
"Why would Danzō rather self-destruct than let his eye be unsealed?"
Netero narrowed his eyes. "I have a very bad feeling... As the mystery unfolds, that child Sean will sooner or later manifest an even more abnormal 'dojutsu'. Perhaps Shisui's eye is a form of foreshadowing."
"Caw, caw~" Just then, a crow flew past the window. A black feather drifted down. Ging and Beans shuddered in unison. No one spoke.
Silence filled the Hunter Association today. In the small wooden cabin on the back mountain, just a phone call away, Zigg watched Sean use "Amaterasu," his thoughts racing even more than Netero's.
He had been reading "Pot Shadow Ninja" all along. In fact, after Maha, he was the second reader who got to read the latest chapter first. Therefore, when it came to understanding Sean and "Pot Shadow Ninja," no one surpassed him except for Maha!
"Father, after seeing this battle today, are you still sure you want to fight that child Sean in the future?" Zigg pushed a cup of freshly brewed coffee toward Maha and said faintly, "He can already use 'Tsukuyomi', 'Amaterasu', and 'Susanoo' at will. Give this kid a little more time..."
"I have no doubt he will manifest the Rinnegan and freely use 'Shinra Tensei' and 'Bansho Ten'in'."
"And when that time comes, even you, Father, might not be able to gain any advantage against that child Sean."
Maha glanced at Zigg, surprisingly not refuting him. He took a sip of the coffee his son pushed over, raised an eyebrow, and said.
"Zigg~ Your old man isn't weak, okay?" He slammed the coffee cup heavily on the table. The old man grinned, laughing, "Hehehe," and added, "This old man is telling you right now, unless that kid Sean never goes to the Dark Continent in his life!"
"Otherwise, the day he sets off will be the day I, Maha Zoldyck, make my move!"
'It seems... Father isn't joking.' Zigg knew Maha's temperament well. After a while, he sighed faintly. "Then this battle is destined to be unavoidable. With my understanding of that child Sean, he is definitely not a good boy who can be confined to one city or one place."
"On the contrary, just as Father said, if he has the chance, he will play a big hand. Just like today, bringing a shock to us, and even to the future world."
Yes, a shock. Paralyzed in the huge crater blasted by the Rasenshuriken, Silva struggled to raise his eyes. His gaze crossed the Amaterasu, watching Sean leave. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He shouted loudly at Sean's back: "Sean, you are not a qualified assassin!"
"If you were, you should have used 'Amaterasu' to burn me to death from the very beginning!"
Sean, with his back to Silva, didn't stop walking. Hearing this, he just waved his hand faintly. "That's right, Dad. I never admitted I was an assassin. Besides, don't you all already know?"
"Me... I'm a mangaka!"