[Naruto Grandfather] Chapter 176 - 180

Some warning : The story get a little confusing, and this is not my editing, straight from the raw, the author keep changing the story meaning that the continuity keep changing.

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Chapter 176: Both Sides Suffer

Jiraiya immediately sensed danger.

A massive surge of tailed beast chakra erupted between him and Naruto, detonating with explosive force.

Jiraiya’s Needle Jizo was completely shredded by the blast.

He staggered backward, clutching his chest as he struggled to stay on his feet.

If I hadn’t reacted in time and reinforced my chest defense, I would have been dead already...

The sheer power of the explosion ensured that both sides took damage.

Jiraiya’s technique was now unusable for the time being, too damaged to be effective again.

His gaze remained locked on Naruto, wariness in his eyes.

The boy was still full of life, the fire in his aura undiminished.

"As expected of an Uzumaki... such tenacity."

Jiraiya realized something disturbing—Naruto had made no effort to defend himself against the blast.

A reckless strategy—to injure the enemy at the cost of personal damage.

But unlike Jiraiya, Naruto’s monstrous healing ability meant he would recover in no time.

Jiraiya almost coughed up blood at the thought.

"With such an absurd physique, there's no way I can fight him in a prolonged battle!"

Realizing this, Jiraiya withdrew from the fight, making his way back to the Konoha camp.

Upon returning, he quickly noticed something was off.

Neither Danzo nor Hiashi Hyuga were present.

Due to his distance from Naruto’s battlefield, he hadn’t been aware of what had happened on this side.

After Nara Shikaku explained the situation, Jiraiya nodded grimly.

But he wasn’t particularly worried.

Danzo and Hiashi were seasoned veterans, both cunning and resourceful.

Even if they couldn’t win, they wouldn’t die so easily.

On the other side, Naruto also returned to the Shin-Konoha camp.

Hikaru sighed in relief upon seeing Naruto safe.

"So... do you want to keep fighting?" Naruto asked coldly, staring directly at Jiraiya.

Jiraiya’s expression darkened.

Because he knew Naruto was right.

The battle between them—a duel between kings—had ended in a draw.

At first glance, it seemed that Jiraiya had the upper hand, keeping Naruto on the defensive.

But in the final moments, it was Naruto who forced the conclusion.

Naruto had effectively pushed Jiraiya into retreat.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

Far away in the Land of Whirlpools, Uzumaki Chito observed the battle through the protective jade embedded in Naruto’s clothing.

When Naruto detonated his Nine-Tails Chakra, the jade should have activated automatically.

But Chito suppressed the activation manually.

This is Naruto’s battle to fight.

Since there were no major conflicts within the Land of Whirlpools, Naruto’s fighting style had become too crude.

His reckless strategy of trading injury for injury was a flawed approach.

While Naruto possessed greater chakra reserves and superior physical endurance, he had failed to utilize them efficiently.

In contrast, Jiraiya’s battle experience allowed him to string together coordinated attacks and tactical maneuvers.

That was why Naruto couldn’t gain a decisive advantage.

This had to change.

Naruto clenched his fists, eager to fight again, but Jiraiya stood firm.

"If you want another round, I’ll take you on," Jiraiya said, refusing to back down.

He couldn’t afford to show weakness.

Konoha’s nobles and ministers—a bunch of fence-sitters—were watching closely, waiting to see who would win.

If Jiraiya showed hesitation, their support could waver.

But before another fight could break out, two voices interrupted.

Kakashi: "Wait a moment."
Nara Shikaku: "This isn’t the right time."

Both men understood the bigger picture.

Continuing the fight now would only buy time for the Four Other Hidden Villages to strengthen their forces.

No one wanted to hand an advantage to their enemies.

So, for now, the battle stalled.

Uzumaki Chito, observing from afar, shook his head.

"This is pointless."

Neither side truly wanted to continue the battle, yet neither side wanted to back down either.

They were just posturing.

A real battle wouldn’t produce a victor today.

Even with Uzumaki Chito’s unpredictable presence, Shin-Konoha was, at best, only equal to a single Hidden Village.

Its higher-ranked ninja were strong, but its mid-level forces were lacking.

In a full-scale war, Shin-Konoha would be at a severe disadvantage.

Chito let out a slow breath, causing the protective light of the jade to dim slightly.

Some losses were inevitable.

Turning his attention elsewhere, Chito focused on Tsunade’s battle.

Her fighting style was as straightforward as ever—brutally simple but devastatingly effective.

With her Heaven Kick and Superhuman Strength, Danzo could only dodge.

And even then, barely.

More importantly, he didn’t dare fight back.

Danzo’s strength didn’t come from his own abilities—it came from his stolen Sharingan implants.

His true power had already declined with age.

On the other hand, Tsunade was in her prime.

And when Tsunade was enraged, her combat prowess became legendary.

Even Uzumaki Chito had to acknowledge her sheer strength.

"Danzo, I will send you to the underworld to meet Nawaki!" Tsunade roared, her voice shaking the battlefield.

Every step she took shattered the ground, kicking up fierce winds that disrupted Danzo’s escape route.

Hearing her words, Chito suddenly had an idea.

Chito then disappear in an instant and appear in front of Danzo, and Tsunde.

His appearance shocks the both to stop fighting.

Uzumaki Chito formed a quick hand seal, his fingers lightly tapping the air.

And then—

A rift to the underworld opened.

Thick death energy and Yin chakra poured through the tear in space, looking for an outlet.

In the depths of the underworld, the Shinigami stirred.

A furious presence awoke.

Someone had forcefully torn open a portal to the afterlife.

The Shinigami prepared to raise an army to punish the one who dared disrespect the natural order.

But then—

He saw Uzumaki Chito standing there.

A faint, skeletal figure, yet overflowing with a suffocating aura of destruction.

A being of death incarnate.

For a brief moment, the Shinigami hesitated.

If he had pupils, he would have been crying.

"Why is it YOU again?!"

Chapter 177: This Evil Star

"Hey, hello—goodbye!"

The Shinigami barely glanced at Uzumaki Chito before immediately turning to leave.

At that moment, the word "humiliated" seemed to be the most accurate description of him.

But before he could retreat into the void—

"Wait a minute," Chito said, his voice calm yet laced with menace. "Do you really think I came here just to say hello and goodbye?"

The Shinigami froze in place.

"Well, whatever you need to say is your business," he muttered. "As for me, I’ve already said what I wanted—hello and goodbye! If there’s anything else, we can talk next time. I have a pot of fresh kid soup stewing at home. I’d rather go back and drink it!"

Chito’s lips curled into a smirk.

"You think you can just walk away?" he asked, his tone mockingly amused. "Who said you could leave before I’m finished?"

The Shinigami sighed heavily and turned back, his skeletal frame trembling slightly.

"What do you want now?" he groaned. "You want to come over and drink some of my soup? It’s made from kids, you know."

At this point, the Shinigami desperately wanted to avoid dealing with this nightmare of this human.

Just the sight of Uzumaki Chito made his head ache.

In all the realms of existence, this was the one mortal he never wanted to cross paths with.

The best outcome? Chito stayed alive forever, and they never met again.

"So," Chito said lazily, "bring me Nawaki."

"Nawaki [Translated to Rope Tree]?" The Shinigami blinked. "You mean… an actual tree? Like a rope used to tie trees?"

Chito’s eye twitched.

"You’re joking with me, aren’t you?" he said coldly. "Do you really think I won’t rip that skeleton body of yours apart?"

The Shinigami immediately straightened up, shaking his hands.

"Alright, alright! No need to be so violent!" he said hurriedly. "I’ll, uh… I’ll just check with my assistant real quick. Let me find out who this Nawaki is, and I’ll bring him right to you!"

Without another word, the Shinigami disappeared in an instant—as if running for his life.

Even though he was a god, it was truly shameful to see him flee like a terrified mortal.

But if preserving dignity meant getting destroyed by Uzumaki Chito… well, dignity could wait.

Nearby, Danzo narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want with Nawaki?" he asked.

Though Chito hadn’t attacked him directly, the fact that he was looking for Nawaki clearly meant he had some hidden agenda.

Chito smirked.

"Why do you care?" he asked lazily. "What does it have to do with you?"

Danzo’s expression hardened.

"You’re not planning to use Nawaki to deal with me, are you?"

Chito chuckled.

"Deal with you?" he scoffed. "Please, Danzo. I don’t need Nawaki for that."

"Then why—?"

"It’s simple," Chito said, stretching his arms. "Tsunade asked for an explanation. So, I’ll give her one. I’ll bring Nawaki here myself and let him decide what happens next."

Danzo stiffened.

"Then… you mean to kill me?"

Chito snorted.

"Kill you?" he repeated. "Why would I dirty my hands?"

Danzo’s blood ran cold.

"So you will let Nawaki decide this," he muttered.

"Exactly." Chito grinned. "Did you ever imagine that one day, you’d be sent to the underworld by Tsunade’s little brother?"

Danzo’s muscles tensed.

He knew that with Nawaki’s arrival, he would be completely doomed.

His only option? Attack first.

Danzo’s eyes flashed, and in an instant, his body blurred into motion—

A direct assassination attempt on Uzumaki Chito!

Bad move.

Chito sighed, shaking his head.

"The most powerful thing about the Uzumaki Clan," he murmured, "is long-range combat. Even the Nine-Tailed Fox can be beaten into submission from a distance… so what makes you think you stand a chance, Danzo?"

As he spoke, Chito raised his right hand.

A golden chain materialized in an instant—

The Adamantine Sealing Chains.

A technique passed down from Uzumaki Kushina, now mastered by Uzumaki Chito.

With a flick of his wrist, the chain shot forward, wrapping around Danzo’s chest.

Perfect hit.

Chito hadn’t even aimed for a lethal strike—but Danzo himself had rushed forward into the attack.

A sickening "PFFT!" echoed through the air.

The chain pierced straight through Danzo’s heart.

But just as his body collapsed—

He vanished into thin air.

Izanagi.

Danzo reappeared several meters away, gasping for breath.

His hand instinctively went to his chest, where a freshly closed wound still tingled from the pain.

His body was intact—but he had just sacrificed an eye to survive.

That was the power of Izanagi, the forbidden Uchiha technique that turned death into illusion.

But instead of using it to launch a counterattack, Danzo had activated it purely to escape.

He didn’t even look back.

He ran.

As fast as he could.

Danzo’s mind raced as he fled.

"I have to get out of here—"

"Only by surviving can I have a chance to have my immortality!"

"I can’t die here!"

Chito smirked, watching him flee.

"Coward."

Still, he had no intention of letting Danzo get away that easily.

With a sudden burst of speed, Chito’s body shot forward like an arrow—

Closing in.

"You think you can run?" he murmured.

"Not a chance."

Chapter 178: Calculating You

Danzo could feel the growing pressure as Uzumaki Chito closed the distance between them.

Analyzing the situation, he knew there was no escape.

Chito wasn’t just chasing him down to chat—he was coming to kill him.

If Tsunade caught him, she’d give him a brutal beating.

But if Uzumaki Chito caught him…

He wouldn’t just beat him—he’d kill him outright.

Danzo skidded to a stop, turning to face Chito head-on.

His sharp eyes locked onto the approaching predator.

"What’s wrong?" Chito asked casually.

Danzo hesitated for a brief moment before speaking.

"Don't you see? I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen," he said, feigning sincerity. "I heard there’s a genjutsu that can control people, forcing them to do things against their will. Could it be that Uchiha Itachi was controlling me? Maybe… just maybe, Itachi was dissatisfied with you, and he set me up!"

Chito stared at him blankly for a second before smirking.

"Are you seriously trying to frame Uchiha Itachi?"

"This isn't framing!" Danzo insisted. "It’s just a possibility! How do you know for certain that Itachi was completely loyal to you? Think about it!"

Chito let out a short laugh.

"I just know you’re full of crap."

Danzo narrowed his eyes.

"So, are you going to kill me now?"

Chito shrugged.

"Depends on my mood," he said. "Honestly, you’re not even worth killing. If I wasted my time dealing with you, I’d be lowering my own value. Why would I risk staining my hands for someone like you?"

Danzo clenched his fists.

"Master Uzumaki," Danzo said through gritted teeth, "if you truly want to kill me, then stop pretending. Just do it already!"

Chito tilted his head.

"You have Izanagi," he pointed out. "No matter how many times I kill you, you’ll just come back to life. Every time you die, you reappear somewhere else. It’s annoying."

He smirked.

"Wouldn’t it be much more fun if I just captured you instead?"

Danzo’s eyes darkened.

He’s trying to corner me.

"Fine," he muttered. "If you won’t do it—then I will."

Without hesitation, Danzo plunged a kunai directly into his own heart.

The blade pierced cleanly through, and his body slumped lifelessly to the ground.

At first glance, it looked like a successful suicide.

But it wasn’t.

Danzo hadn’t died to escape death—he had done it to reset reality.

This was the true power of Izanagi—

A technique that allowed the user to rewrite fate itself.

Danzo had marked a previous point in time, a safe location.

And now, thanks to Izanagi, he reappeared at that exact spot, untouched and unharmed.

Annoying bastard!

Chito hadn’t expected him to take the suicide route, but now that Danzo was willing to die to escape, he wouldn’t let him off so easily next time.

Tracking his chakra signature, Chito instantly teleported to Danzo’s new location.

As soon as he arrived—

BOOM!

An explosive tag detonated in his face.

A deafening chain reaction of explosions followed, the shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

Yet, when the smoke cleared—

Chito was completely unharmed.

Danzo gritted his teeth.

"Damn it!"

"Orochimaru was always obsessed with his experiments," Danzo said, his tone frustrated. "But in the end, he was unreliable. He’s like a wild dog—impossible to control. My right arm is proof of that!"

Chito raised an eyebrow.

"And this matters because…?"

Danzo sneered.

"Because unlike Orochimaru, I trained my own scientist. Someone with talent equal to his—but one I can fully control."

Chito’s eyes glinted.

"Let me guess…"

Danzo smirked.

"Kabuto Yakushi."

Chito chuckled.

"Of course," he muttered. "There’s no one else as skilled as Orochimaru. But last I checked, wasn’t he still working under him?"

Danzo shook his head.

"Wrong," he said. "Kabuto was never Orochimaru’s. He was mine from the start. A spy I personally placed under Orochimaru."

Chito’s expression didn’t change, but his interest was piqued.

Danzo continued.

"What I promised Kabuto was simple—surpass Orochimaru. Replace him."

It was a tempting offer.

Kabuto had always sought a master he could surpass—but Orochimaru was the one person he could never outgrow.

If Danzo had given him the resources and knowledge to one day exceed Orochimaru, then loyalty might have shifted.

But what did this have to do with their current fight?

"What’s your point?" Chito asked.

Danzo’s lips curled into a smug grin.

"Feel the energy around you," he whispered.

Chito frowned slightly and extended his senses—

And then he noticed it.

The energy around him was completely disrupted.

The elemental forces in the area were in complete disarray.

The natural flow of chakra had been severed.

Without the power of the elements, Chito couldn’t use elemental jutsu—

Meaning he was forced to rely only on physical combat and non-elemental techniques.

Danzo’s confidence grew as he saw Chito’s brief moment of realization.

"It worked!"

This was the Absolute 0 Zone, a field that completely negated elemental ninjutsu.

Danzo hadn’t been sure if it would succeed—but now, it seemed like it had.

"Now’s my chance!"

His hands blurred through hand signs, summoning a barrage of kunai that whistled through the air, aiming straight for Chito.

Chapter 179: There is a Conspiracy

The sound of clashing steel echoed endlessly through the battlefield.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Uzumaki Chito gripped his blade tightly, wielding it with one hand as he effortlessly deflected every attack that came his way.

Was it really that easy?

For now.

But for how long?

Even with his immense power, chakra depletion was a real threat.

Like water in a drying reservoir, every attack drained his energy further. Once it was gone, there would be no replenishment.

The moment of weakness would come eventually.

And Danzo knew it.

Swish!

In a split second, Danzo lunged forward, wielding dual Kunai as he launched a frenzied assault on Uzumaki Chito.

But Chito was unshaken.

Even against such relentless aggression, he didn’t flinch.

His blade remained firm, forming an impenetrable wall that blocked every strike.

No matter how Danzo attacked—no matter how fast or unpredictable—

He couldn’t break through.

Yet, as he stepped back, Danzo’s lips curled into a smirk.

"Perfect," he muttered under his breath.

Danzo retreated swiftly, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he stared at Chito.

The plan was working.

His external power sources—the natural energy and elemental forces—were severed.

Now, only his own personal strength remained.

It was still powerful, of course.

But it was no longer untouchable.

Danzo’s heart pounded with exhilaration.

"If I gather enough subordinates…"

"If I keep him on the defensive…"

"I can actually defeat Uzumaki Chito!"

Without him, Shin-Konoha would crumble.

Just a pile of sand, waiting to be blown apart.

Danzo sneered.

"This is it. This is the way to take him down!"

But before he could celebrate—

Chito nodded at him with amusement.

"You really chose death today, didn’t you?"

Danzo smirked.

"Are you so sure I’ll be the one dying?" he shot back.

"I have Izanagi. No matter how many times you kill me, I will always return. But you—"

He pointed at Chito.

"—your chakra is now limited. Once it’s gone, you’ll be helpless. I’ll do whatever I please to you."

Chito grinned.

"That so?"

With a single step, Chito stomped the ground.

A shockwave exploded outward, launching his body forward like a bullet.

Before Danzo could react—

BAM!

A devastating punch smashed directly into his chest, sending him hurtling backward.

Danzo coughed violently, struggling to catch his breath.

Yet, despite the impact—

He didn’t die.

Because Chito hadn’t killed him on purpose.

Why?

Because if Danzo died, he would simply respawn somewhere else thanks to Izanagi.

And Chito wasn’t about to let him escape that easily.

Instead—

Chito moved faster than the eye could follow, appearing in front of Danzo in an instant.

Before the old warhawk could recover—

Clang!

The Immortal Binding Chains wrapped around his body, locking him in place.

Danzo’s eyes widened in horror.

"No—!"

The Immortal Binding Chains was a terrifying sealing technique.

Once ensnared, the victim’s chakra was completely suppressed.

Even Izanagi couldn’t activate under these conditions.

Danzo couldn’t move.

Couldn’t fight back.

Couldn’t escape.

Damn it…!

This was worse than death.

Death was quick.

But captivity meant a fate far crueler.

His mind raced.

How could he possibly get out of this?

Chito leaned in, inspecting him with mock curiosity.

"Now that I have you," he murmured, "I can take my time studying this little Absolute 0 Zone of yours."

Danzo’s stomach twisted.

If Chito figured out the mechanics of the barrier, he could counter it completely.

And then, the one weakness that had neutralized his abilities… would be gone.

Danzo gritted his teeth.

"Uzumaki Chito," he growled, "what the hell are you planning?"

Chito smiled lazily.

"Relax," he said. "I just need to understand how this barrier works. It’s fascinating, really. You used a detonating talisman to throw the natural energy into chaos, making elemental jutsu unusable."

He tapped his chin.

"But can this barrier be expanded? Can it be mass-produced? More importantly—where’s the original blueprint?"

Danzo felt a cold sweat break out.

"If he figures that out…"

"He could use it against us instead!"

Chito turned back to him.

"Now," he mused, "what should I do with you?"

Danzo stiffened.

"You… you’re not going to kill me?"

Chito chuckled darkly.

"Kill you?" he echoed. "What’s the point? You’d just come back with Izanagi."

Danzo’s breath hitched.

"Then what—?"

Chito’s eyes glinted mischievously.

"The same as before, let Nawaki deal with you."

Danzo’s face paled.

"You… you can’t be serious."

Chito grinned wickedly.

"Oh, but I am."

Danzo felt a sinking dread claw at his gut.

"No… there’s something wrong here…"

"He’s planning something."

"But what…?"

As he struggled fruitlessly against the Immortal Binding Chains, one thing became terrifyingly clear.

Uzumaki Chito was always three steps ahead.

Chapter 180: I Don't Know What to Do

Uzumaki Chito returned to the battlefield, his presence radiating an undeniable pressure.

Danzo was tied up tightly, looking more like a captured chicken than a powerful shinobi.

As soon as Jiraiya saw this, he raised his right hand.

The signal was clear.

The Konoha forces halted their attacks, standing still as the fighting came to an abrupt stop.

Even Naruto ceased his attacks—not out of respect for Jiraiya, but because of Uzumaki Chito.

It was obvious that Jiraiya wanted to negotiate.

If Naruto continued fighting like a hot-headed fool, and Chito got annoyed, the situation could escalate in ways that no one would want.

Jiraiya slowly stepped forward, stopping three meters away from Chito.

For a shinobi, three meters was nothing.

At that distance, a single move could mean instant death.

By allowing Jiraiya to get this close, Chito understood that he had come in peace.

At least for now.

Jiraiya’s expression was serious as he spoke first.

"Can you release Danzo?"

Chito raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" he asked casually.

Jiraiya hesitated.

"I’m just asking if you can," he replied.

Chito smirked.

"No reason?" he said. "Then the answer is no."

He nodded firmly, sealing his decision.

Jiraiya exhaled sharply, his frustration mounting.

Dealing with Uzumaki Chito was like trying to hold water in a sieve—impossible.

It was a deadlock.

Danzo tried to speak, but his mouth was sealed shut, preventing him from uttering a single word.

Even if he wanted to plead his case, he couldn’t.

Jiraiya turned his focus back to Chito.

"Sir," he said, "why exactly did you capture Danzo?"

Chito shrugged.

"Because I felt like it," he replied. "Why do you care?"

Jiraiya was about to argue, but at that moment—

A rift in space tore open.

A ghostly figure stepped through, leading a small child by the hand.

That child—

Was Nawaki Senju.

Tsunade’s heart clenched the moment she saw him.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Nawaki.

He was supposed to be dead, yet here he was—his soul brought back from the underworld.

For Tsunade, this wasn’t just a reunion.

It was a harsh reminder of everything she had lost.

Her little brother, a direct descendant of the Senju Clan, had been killed too soon.

His death had ended the Senju’s legacy, broken the path to Wood Release, and left Tsunade alone in the world.

Now, looking at him—

She felt the crushing weight of guilt all over again.

She had failed to protect him.

Uzumaki Chito’s voice broke the silence.

"Tsunade," he called, waving her over. "Didn’t you want Danzo to meet Nawaki?"

Tsunade stepped forward, dragging Danzo’s bound form behind her.

She threw him in front of Nawaki, her hands trembling with anger.

"Talk," she spat. "Explain to my brother why he was brought back to the living world."

Danzo’s eyes darted around, desperate for an escape.

"I-I was only considering it!" he stammered. "I didn’t actually do it yet!"

Tsunade’s eyes burned with fury.

"You even thinking about it is a crime," she said coldly. "He was already dead, and you tried to pull him back. If you keep summoning him, how will he ever reincarnate? You’ve been hindering his peace for your own selfish gain!"

Danzo turned to Jiraiya, panic creeping into his voice.

"Jiraiya—!"

Before he could say more, his voice was abruptly cut off.

Danzo’s mouth remained open, but no words came out.

Chito smirked.

"Did you really think I wouldn’t seal your voice?" he asked.

He had used the same silencing technique that Danzo had once used on his own Root members.

As long as Danzo thought about revealing information, his body would prevent him from speaking.

He could try to call for help all he wanted—but no words would ever leave his lips.

Danzo's face twisted in frustration, but he had no choice but to glare in silence.

Tsunade’s hands tightened into fists.

"You don’t feel a single ounce of remorse, do you?" she growled.

Danzo narrowed his eyes, his hatred palpable.

"Uzumaki Chito," he hissed, "you will not die well."

Chito laughed.

"Whether I die well or not," he said, "is none of your concern."

He gestured toward Nawaki.

"Now then," Chito continued, "since Danzo won’t explain himself… I’ll let Nawaki take care of him instead."

Nawaki’s gaze darkened as he turned to Chito.

"Take him?" he asked.

Chito nodded.

"He planned to revive you, just to use you against Tsunade. He wanted to control you, knowing that she would hesitate to fight you. And when she lowered her guard—he wanted you to kill her."

Nawaki’s expression froze.

His hands clenched into tight fists.

"…He would go that far?" he whispered.

"Danzo has no limits," Chito said simply.

Without hesitation, Nawaki reached out, his ghostly hand grabbing Danzo’s forehead.

A cold energy surged forth, and Danzo shuddered violently.

His soul was being forcibly pulled from his body.

For a brief moment, he was forced to experience everything—

All his sins, all his betrayals, all the lives he had ruined.

And then—

His soul detached.

Danzo stared in horror as his own lifeless body slumped to the ground.

He was dead.

A chill ran down his spine as he looked at his ghostly hands, realizing that he was no longer among the living.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

"Damn it!"

"This isn’t the ending I wanted!"

His gaze darted toward Uzumaki Chito, who simply watched in amusement.

Nearby, the Shinigami observed the scene, his skeletal frame trembling slightly.

He had fulfilled Chito’s request, but he still felt uneasy.

He didn’t know what Chito was thinking, but one thing was certain—

As long as Uzumaki Chito was around,

The balance of life and death would never be stable.

And that thought alone terrified him.