Chapter 120: My Super Handsome Brother
Swish swish swish—!!!
In the instant the Black Magic Cultists turned their attention to the "crazed" clone, Ren's main body acted.
His figure, clad in the white Hokage robe, became a phantom. He wasn't just fast; he was teleporting. He flashed from cage to cage, his hand a blur.
The giant children felt a sudden click and a cold sensation as the thick, explosive collars were unlatched and ripped from their necks. Before they could even gasp, Ren was already at the next cage.
In less than three seconds, all 120 collars disappeared from the children.
Thud, thud, thud!
In the center of the dungeon, where the Shadow Clone was laughing maniacally, a massive pile of metal collars suddenly appeared at its feet. The clone, having fulfilled its purpose, gave a final, taunting salute.
The cultists, who had been cautiously approaching their "insane" comrade, stopped dead. They stared in horror at the mountain of collars, all of which were now flashing with an ominous, accelerating red light.
"No—!!!"
"It's a trap! The collars—!"
Boom—!!!!
A violent, deafening explosion erupted. The combined detonation of 120 high-powered magical explosives in a confined underground space was catastrophic. A massive fireball of shrapnel and concussive force vaporized the Shadow Clone and engulfed all the nearby Black Magic Cult members.
The entire dungeon shook as if it would collapse. Stone and dust rained from the ceiling. The shockwave, even from a distance, slammed the giant children against the back of their cages, making them scream in terror.
The remaining Black Magic Cult members, further back from the blast, were thrown from their feet, their ears ringing.
"Oh no!! The Giant brats are escaping...!" one of them, a leader, roared as he staggered to his feet.
Pfft!
Before he could finish his sentence, a three-pronged kunai pierced his throat. He gurgled, clawed at his neck, and fell directly from the railing on the second floor, landing with a wet thud on the stones below.
Then, Ren truly entered killing mode.
From a dark corner, the man in the white robe emerged, his blue eyes holding no warmth, only calm, tactical precision. He was the Yellow Flash of Konoha, a man who had ended a war. These cultists were nothing.
One after another, members of the Black Magic Cult who tried to rush the cages were taken down. A flash of yellow, the shing of a kunai, and another body fell.
"He's over there! Get him!"
"Use magic!! Blast him!" one person shouted loudly, finally coordinating a defense.
Then, dozens of cultists raised their magic staffs, their hands glowing with dark energy.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!!
A barrage of magic—dark bullets, shadow lances, chaotic fireballs, and spikes of cursed ice—all shot towards Ren's location.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!
The ground where Ren had been standing was obliterated in a series of violent explosions. The very stone was torn apart, sending smoke and debris flying everywhere, completely obscuring the area.
After a long, sustained barrage, the Black Magic Cult members stopped, panting and staring into the dust cloud.
"Brother Ren!" Buli couldn't help but cry out, his face pale with worry. He saw Ren get hit by so many attacks at once.
"Did we... did we get him?" one of the cultists asked, his voice shaking.
Everyone looked towards Ren's last location. Soon, as the smoke cleared, they saw that the spot where Ren had just been was an empty, smoking crater.
Ding... ding... ding!!!
At this moment, a metallic clinking sound echoed from above. Then again, and again, all around them. Kunai, identical to the one that killed their leader, began to rain down from the ceiling, embedding themselves in the walls, the railings, and the floor near the cultists.
Everyone looked up, confused. They saw Ren, standing upside down on the ceiling of the dungeon, his yellow hair defying gravity. He gave them a cold, indifferent look.
"That guy is still alive!!"
"He's on the ceiling! Fire!"
Everyone immediately raised their magic staffs again and aimed them at Ren above.
But just as they raised their staffs, gathering their magic, before they could even fire...
Ren disappeared from the ceiling.
Whoosh!
A yellow flash appeared next to a cultist on the second floor.
Pfft—!
The man's neck gushed blood.
Whoosh!
Before the first body even hit the ground, the yellow flash was gone, reappearing 20 meters away, next to a group of three.
Shing! Shing! Shing!
Three more fell.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A figure, wreathed in a golden-yellow light, continuously flashed among the remaining Black Magic Cult members. He was teleporting between the kunai he had just scattered, a phantom of death. The cultists couldn't even track him. They would see the flash, and then the man next to them would collapse, their throat slit.
Pfft—!!!!
In a final, terrifying dance of steel and light, approximately 50-plus members of the Black Magic Cult had blood gushing from their necks at the same time.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!
Like puppets with their strings cut, these Black Magic Cult members all fell to the ground, dead. The dungeon, which moments ago was a cacophony of shouting and explosions, fell into a dead, ringing silence, broken only by the drip of blood.
"Hoo—!"
All the Black Magic Cult members in the dungeon were taken care of. Ren, standing in the center of the carnage, his white robe still pristine, let out a slight sigh of relief. This was his first time using the Flying Thunder God Technique in such an over-the-top, lethal manner.
'He truly lives up to his reputation as the Fourth Hokage,' Ren thought, looking at his kunai. 'His control over this technique... it completely surpasses that of the Second Hokage, who created it.'
The more one understands the Flying Thunder God Technique, the more one realizes how monstrous Minato Namikaze's talent truly is. It wasn't just teleportation; it was a complete combat style built on absolute speed and spatial dominance.
"Children..."
Ren turned to look at the giant children, his expression softening, just about to comfort them and tell them not to be afraid.
Instead, he saw over a hundred pairs of large eyes, all looking at him with shining, star-filled gazes. The terror was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated awe.
"So... so... so cool—!!!!" one of the older boys whispered, breaking the silence.
"He's super cool!!!"
"He went fwoosh and zip and they all fell down!"
"Is this human magic?! It's amazing!!"
"Did you see?! Did you see?! This is my brother, Ren! I told you! I told you my brother is super strong and would come to save us!"
Buli puffed out his chest and raised his head like a proud little rooster, which made Ren find him somewhat amusing.
"Alright, children," Ren said, his voice warm again. "This is the Troll Capital, and it's still very dangerous. The explosion just now must have attracted the attention of others. Before they arrive, I will immediately send you out. All of you, huddle together and hold hands."
"Okay—!!!!"
All the children obediently gathered together, cramming into a tight group and holding hands.
Ren placed his hand on Buli, extending his chakra. A soft, blue light enveloped him, then spread from Buli to cover the bodies of all 120 children. He focused on another Hiraishin mark, one he had left on the Bridge of Giant Wood.
Meanwhile, in the Troll Palace...
The Troll King and Mr. Teru were in the main hall, enjoying massive platters of food extorted from the Elbaf Kingdom.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!! I never thought that Giant King fellow would be so cowardly!" the Troll King boomed, stuffing an entire roasted pig into his mouth. "Sending so many supplies just for a few brats. Next time, I'll increase the demand tenfold!"
"Heh heh..." Mr. Teru, sitting opposite the Troll King, chuckled softly, his demon mask hiding his expression.
"By the way, Mr. Teru," the Troll King said, leaning in. "May I see that flute of yours? It's my first time hearing of such a magical item."
Greed flickered in the Troll King's piggish eyes. 'Such a divine artifact, one that could control giant children... it should belong to me, the Troll King! As long as I possess this item, wouldn't the Elbaf Kingdom be mine for the taking?'
Mr. Teru saw the greed in the Troll King's eyes, chuckled, and said, "It's not that I don't want to show it to Your Majesty, but this item can only be used by humans who possess a Mage's magic. And it also requires the user to have sufficiently powerful magic. Even if I gave it to Your Majesty, Your Majesty wouldn't be able to use it, would you?"
The Troll King's expression darkened upon hearing Mr. Teru's refusal. But the other party was still useful at this time, so it wasn't the moment to fall out with him. 'I'll find an opportunity later to directly kill him,' the Troll King thought. 'Human Mages are plentiful in the outside world; I can grab a handful anytime, and I don't believe no one else could use it.'
Mr. Teru sneered inwardly at the other party's expression. 'Trolls are indeed a greedy bunch, but without magic, they are ultimately just big, stupid idiots.'
Suddenly!
Rumble—!!!!
A violent explosion sounded from deep within the palace, shaking the entire mountain. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the goblets on the table rattled. The blast was so powerful it startled both of them.
"Damn it! What's going on?!" The Troll King stood up furiously and roared, his chair crashing to the floor.
Soon, a troll guard, covered in dust, ran in frantically. "Your Majesty! It's the underground dungeon! There was an explosion there!"
"Underground dungeon..." The Troll King's expression changed slightly; wasn't that where those little giant brats were imprisoned?
"Go and see quickly!" he bellowed.
He was still counting on those little brats to get more supplies; those brats couldn't be harmed.
Mr. Teru frowned. Although he knew this was the Troll Capital and those little giant brats had nowhere to escape, those brats were his important assets. If too many were lost, he would feel distressed, so he quickly followed along.
Soon, he and the Troll King arrived at the dungeon entrance.
The first thing they saw was smoke. The second thing they saw, to Mr. Teru's relief, was that all the little giant brats were still there, huddled in their cages.
However, in the next second, his expression changed. He saw the bodies. All of his Black Magic Cult members—all of them—were dead, littering the dungeon floor.
"Intruder!!!!" Mr. Teru shrieked, his voice filled with rage.
At that exact moment, a man in a white robe with yellow hair placed his hand on the children.
Whoosh—!!!!
In a single, silent flash of blue-white light, all 120 giant children instantly disappeared before everyone's eyes.
"What?!!!"
The Troll King and Mr. Teru's expressions changed drastically upon seeing this.
"How is this possible?! Where are those little giant brats?! How did they suddenly disappear?!" The Troll King roared anxiously, his greed turning to panic. If these little brats were gone, how could he extort the Elbaf Kingdom?
Mr. Teru didn't shout. He just stared, his eyes fixed on the spot where the children had been. After the children disappeared, a lone figure appeared in their place.
"A human?" Mr. Teru's voice was a low, dangerous hiss. "A Mage?! Is he a Space Mage? Troll King, it's him! He used magic to take those little giant brats away!"
The Troll King also noticed Ren at this moment. His green face and fangs contorted in pure fury, looking as ferocious as a demon. "It's you?! Where did you take those brats?!!!"
Ren, still in Minato's form, stood calmly amidst the carnage he had wrought. He looked at the furious Troll King and the masked cultist, and a small, pleasant smile touched his lips.
"Where? They naturally returned to where they came from."
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