Power Stone Goals from now on: I always post a minimum of 5 chapters. Henceforth the following are the goals:
Every 150 powerstones, I upload an extra chapter.
If we hit top 30 in the 30-90 days power stone rankings, thats 1 more chapter
If we hit top 10 in the 30-90 days power stone rankings, thats 1 more chapter
If we are top 5...well lets get to that first. Happy readings!
(We hit 200+ last week, so today there will be extra uploads)
Chapter 65: Godpiercer Thorn
Right as I looked in the direction of the Konoha Shinobi, I raised my hands slightly and let them float in front of me.
Even though I could barely make out their figure in the distance, I knew they were watching.
And they had to be nervous.
I had just revealed Wood Style. Not some casual technique, but large-scale battlefield domination.
That had to be a surprise. Maybe they suspected, maybe they knew I did have wood style—but they couldn't have expected this level of mastery.
Not this soon.
I began weaving hand seals.
Fast.
Tens of them within seconds.
And that's when the ninja finally moved.
Springing into action, they darted in the opposite direction, making no attempt to fight.
So that was their decision.
They had come to observe or kill, and chose neither.
Just running...seems like they had orders to flee and report all information over combat...
Not that it mattered.
I continued weaving seals as I felt the final pulses of chakra from my clones disappear.
Their memories hit me in a wave.
Their exhaustion as well...
All of it flooding into me as their bodies faded into smoke.
Perfect.
I needed every ounce of chakra I could muster.
Slamming both palms into the ground, I activated the technique.
All around me, the trees began to lean inward.
Branches creaked, leaves rustled, and roots shifted restlessly beneath the soil in one synchronized, ominous breath.
The forest did not have a choice, it was forced to obey.
In seconds, a massive tree shot up behind me—impossibly tall, thick with coiled bark that seemed to shift and breathe like muscle. Its roots tore through the earth, splitting stone, and cracking the terrain outward in a radial pattern.
This was no normal tree.
It looked... wrong.
The bark was almost blackened, like ancient wood scorched and regrown. Thorn-covered vines coiled along its trunk, pulsing faintly with chakra. Branches curved unnaturally, some arching downward like claws, others spiraling skyward in jagged arcs that made the entire structure resemble an antlered beast glaring toward the heavens.
Even the air shifted—wind stilled, birds fell silent, and the light itself seemed to recoil.
The tree stood like a monument to wrath.
From its center, I summoned it.
[Ninjutsu: Wood Release – Godpiercer Thorn]
The Jutst I had gotten from my cousin...sure my mastery over it was ridiculously low right now, but with my Elemental Mastery and experience using Wood Style, I could still use the Jutsu.
Albeit I had to weave hundreds of signs...but that didn't matter since this Jutsu was simply too destructive not to use in this situation.
A low hum filled the clearing as a hollow cavity opened along the center of the tree, like a sealed mouth slowly parting.
Inside, a single wooden lance began to form.
A smooth, barkless shaft of pure chakra-forged wood, so densely compressed it shimmered with unnatural brilliance.
The lance floated outward, shaped like a divine judgment, its body laced with twisting etchings and faintly glowing vine-like channels of energy.
As it hung there, the air pressure dropped.
Then I extended one hand toward the fleeing ninja.
And launched it.
The Godpiercer Thorn launched like nature's wrath incarnate, shattering the air with a thunderclap as trees bent away and it vanished beyond sight and sound in a single blink.
The entire vicinity looked like it had been chewed apart by something divine and furious.
The earth was ripped open in jagged lines, trees uprooted and scattered like matchsticks.
A crater had been carved where the forest once stood proud. And in the middle of that chaos, protruding from what remained of a shattered hillside, stood the Godpiercer Thorn.
Like a divine nail, it had pierced the terrain itself.
Smoke curled around it. Fragments of broken rock still trickled down what was left of the slope. Whatever had been there before the impact was now obliterated.
Erased.
And yet, the shinobi wasn't dead.
I could sense them—buried beneath debris and chakra-soaked rubble.
Barely.
Their chakra flickered and drained in wild pulses, the dying spark of a body that hadn't realized yet that it was already lost.
They were going to die. Soon.
I, on the other hand, wasn't much better.
The last jutsu had cost me almost everything I had left. I could maybe fight a handful of Chunin. A weakened Jonin, at best. If an Elite Jonin showed up?
I'd have to run.
Fast.
Still, I made my way toward the downed shinobi, stepping through the dust and splintered terrain. Each step was deliberate.
The air reeked of scorched bark and blood.
I reached them and looked over their half-buried form.
I recognised that gear from the anime...
Root.
Of course.
Danzo.
It was exactly as I had suspected. The Hokage was clearly not competent if the root had this deeply infiltrated the Anbu. Danzo had long since planted his people like weeds.
But this wasn't about surveillance anymore.
This was a test. Or a kill order.
Either way, it didn't matter.
Even if Danzo now knew I could use Wood Style, it didn't matter.
What mattered—what absolutely couldn't happen—was him finding out that I was a Jinchuriki.
That would be a death sentence.
Sure, Wood Style was rare. Powerful. But Danzo had Hashirama Cells already. He had Sharingan. He had Tenz, who could already use Wood Style to some degree.
But if he ever confirmed that I could not only use Wood Style but also house a Tailed Beast?
He wouldn't rest.
He would chase me.
And not just with his shadows. Not just with a quiet squad or secret agents.
He'd dedicate the entirety of Konoha's resources.
Because a Senju Jinchuriki who could master the Wood Release was too dangerous to be left alive.
So for now, I needed to disappear.
And begin the next phase.
I weaved a short string of signs and bit down on my thumb. The taste of iron hit my tongue. I smeared the blood across my palm, then pressed it to the ground.
A puff of smoke exploded in front of me.
"Wow! What's this massive pillar?! Did you make a scratching post for me?"
Yoru appeared, her sleek black fur gleaming, tail twitching with curiosity as she padded toward the towering tree.
I said nothing.
She rubbed her cheek against the Godpiercer Thorn, purring softly and tracing her scent along the base.
"Mine now," she murmured.
I sighed.
"Yoru. As we discussed, follow this clone and move toward the Village Hidden in the Mist."
She paused and tilted her head. Then nodded with a soft chirp of understanding.
I weaved another short sequence of signs, far slower now, and created a wood clone beside me. The duplicate shimmered slightly, more coarse than a shadow clone, but much less draining.
Minimal chakra used.
Minimal burden.
The clone would have just enough energy to create one Shadow Clone in the future. That was the entire point. If something went wrong, if an escape or message was needed, the clone could create one final copy.
Yoru looked a little sad, her tail drooping for a moment. But then she hopped lightly onto the clone's shoulder.
She raised a paw and pointed dramatically toward the horizon.
"Off to the Mist!"
She said it with flair, clearly trying to make me smile.
It didn't quite work.
But I appreciated it all the same.
A few days after forming our contract, we had talked.
What if, I had asked, in a purely hypothetical sense, I ever left the Leaf?
Her answer surprised me.
She said she already knew that day would come.
That she had already spoken to her mother.
Apparently, the Moonshadow Clan was bound to the Hidden Leaf in a partnership—but not in servitude. There was no obligation to report contract holders. Especially not those who had gained the favor of the clan head.
I had done just that.
She and her mother had agreed: they would cover for me.
It was an immense favor.
One I wouldn't forget.
Ever.
Having a summon was more than just having a backup. It was a bond.
And right now, I needed every ally I could trust.
I then turned towards the root Ninja currently on the floor, with half of their body looking like Obito when he had gotten crushed by that boulder…what to do with you?
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