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OPI Chapter 372: The Justice of Conquest
🕑 Added 2025-05-04 21:04:27 +0000 UTCJiraiya’s furious shouts echoed across the entire battlefield.
In his heart, Konoha had never been the aggressor. Every conflict had been instigated by other villages attacking first, forcing Konoha to defend itself and strike back only in self-defense.
“Rawawawa!”
But Aramaki only laughed harder at Jiraiya’s words, bursting into full-throated amusement before shouting to all the shinobi present: “You people from another world—listen up!”
“The justice of the World Government belongs only to those who accept the rule of the World Government!”
As he spoke, Aramaki threw back his head and let out a thunderous roar.
“So whether it’s invasion or conquest—either way, we’re helping you submit to the World Government!”
“That… is true justice!!!”
Aramaki’s roar echoed like crashing waves, rippling across the field in layers.
The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence.
Even Jiraiya and the Konoha leadership, standing on the rooftops, were momentarily stunned.
But once they came to their senses, an overwhelming surge of fury erupted in each of their hearts.
What a shameless declaration!
Even the lower-ranking shinobi—though unfamiliar with what the World Government was—could still reason it out.
After listening to the exchange between Jiraiya and Aramaki, it was easy to deduce that the latter was a member of this so-called 'World Government'.
And that this World Government was now invading Konoha… aiming to conquer the entire Shinobi World.
And they dared to call this justice?
“As for whether it’s shameless or not, let’s settle it with our fists.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, Aramaki leapt down from the burning, serpent-wreathed ox-head.
[Boom!]
No tricks. No flashy theatrics.
His massive frame—nearly 3 meters tall—slammed into the ground from over 10 meters up, sending a web of fractures radiating outward across the blackened earth.
“Come! Let’s battle, shinobi!”
“Show me what you’re worth—consider this your audition before conquest! Rawawawa~~”
Aramaki charged straight toward the massed ranks of Konoha shinobi.
With each step, the pressure he radiated grew heavier and more oppressive.
Those standing in the front rows began to feel an indescribable weight pressing on their chests.
“What are you standing around for?!”
“Stop him!”
A jōnin shouted, snapping the others out of their daze.
The Konoha ninja quickly formed hand seals alongside him.
“Earth Release: Earth Flow River!!”
In a flash, the solid ground surged into a tidal wave of churning mud, sweeping forward with a thunderous roar.
But faced with the oncoming torrent, Aramaki neither activated his Forest-Forest Fruit powers nor made any move to evade.
Instead, he sped up.
“He’s not dodging?! What is he doing?!”
Jiraiya frowned, his expression growing graver as he fixed his eyes on Aramaki’s every move.
Then he saw it.
Aramaki’s right arm began to swell.
It grew rapidly, visibly bulging several times over, the skin taking on a dark, pitch-black sheen.
Then a faint green glow had begun to radiate from the already blackened, monstrous right arm.
The next instant, Aramaki swung that monstrous arm forward—launching a devastating punch infused with his raw physical strength, Haki, and photosynthetic energy.
A terrifying surge of punching force materialized in the air, taking the shape of a green, glowing bull.
Wherever this green bull passed, a dense shockwave followed, accompanied by explosive sonic booms—like a colossal plow tearing a deep, violent trench across the ground.
[BOOM!!!]
In an instant, the Konoha shinobi were stunned as they watched a blinding green light pierce through their center of the formation, opening a terrifying void.
But before they could even react, Aramaki, his entire body enveloped in a bright green glow, had already dashed forward.
In that split second—
Two to three dozen Konoha shinobi were sent flying into the air, their screams and the blood they coughed up seeming to erupt at the exact same moment.
Aramaki continued to savagely beat the Konoha shinobi, shattering them into a cloud of bloody mist.
The next moment he opened his hands wide as each of his ten fingers transformed into thick, spreading branches.
[Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!]
With sharp whistling sounds, each branch streaked through the air like bladed shadows, piercing the throats, chests, and vital organs of ten Konoha shinobi in a blink.
“Wind Release: Vacuum Waves!”
A jōnin finished his hand seals. Eyes bloodshot with killing intent, he exhaled a barrage of sharp, invisible gusts aimed straight at Aramaki.
In moments, his tall frame was riddled with gaping wounds as the wind blades blasted into him one after another.
But a split second later, Aramaki continued his massacre without being affected in the slightest.
More and more shinobi unleashed their techniques—
For a moment, the entire battlefield surged with a storm of elemental chakra: wind, water, lightning, fire, all crashing together.
But no matter what jutsu they used—
Aramaki either sliced them apart mid-air with his branch-like fingers or dodged them with terrifying speed, then charged into new groups of enemies to continue the massacre.
Even the few techniques that managed to strike him had no effect.
Even the visible wounds on his body healed rapidly before their eyes.
This left many Konoha shinobi at a complete loss.
Terror and despair were now written plainly across their faces.
[Bang!]
Aramaki casually shattered a shadow clone with one blow—then vanished.
The next instant, he reappeared with his foot stomping a shinobi’s head into the blackened earth.
“Rawawawa! Oh, that’s the stuff! This feels amazing!”
“You shinobi… you’re so much more fun to kill than the ones from the other worlds!”
Standing atop the twitching, blood-soaked body, Aramaki spread his arms wide, bared his chest, and howled with laughter toward the sky.
“You bastard!”
“You’re too arrogant! You think you can take on all of us alone?! Let’s see how long you last—go to hell!”
Naturally, Aramaki’s behavior was unbearable for the Konoha shinobi.
Overcome with rage, some of them snapped and launched frenzied attacks—no longer caring if they might harm their allies in the process.
Faced with this barrage of chaotic, yet ferocious attacks—
Aramaki responded by smashing a shinobi with a single punch, then delivered a kick that sent several nearby ninjas flying like broken dolls.
The battlefield echoed with piercing screams and gushing blood, adding another layer of brutality and slaughter to the already grim scene.
"Hmm?"
At that moment, a thick black cloud of insects swirled around him, encircling him tightly. As more members of the Aburame clan joined in, the insect swarm grew ever larger.
Over a hundred shinobi, faces hidden behind dark sunglasses and heavy cloaks, simultaneously unleashed their insect hives. With perfect coordination, the Aburame clansmen directed their parasitic insects into a massive spiraling vortex around Aramaki.
"A swarm of bugs thinks it can provoke the master of the forest?"
Aramaki’s voice, thick with ridicule and laughter, rumbled from within the insect tornado.
The next second—
Just as the Aburame clan ninjas grew more alert, they saw it: huge, monstrous plants began erupting from the ground around Aramaki.
"What the—?"
These plants, each sporting a gaping maw, began greedily devouring the swirling clouds of insects.
Due to the tornado’s dense formation, the bugs were tightly packed—making them easy prey. Every bite from those plants left a clearly visible gap in the swarm.
However—
The Aburame clan’s insects weren’t exactly helpless.
They immediately bred and released even more parasitic bugs, which launched a frenzied assault on the exotic plants’ outer layers.
As expected—
Even the strange plants, overwhelmed by tens of thousands of insects chewing away at their flesh, began to emit shrill, anguished cries. In turn, they doubled down and frantically devoured everything in reach.
For a time—
The entire area became a warzone between monstrous flora and parasitic insects.
As the macabre spectacle began to attract more and more attention from Konoha's shinobi, some ninja began to notice that something was wrong. Shouting "Watch your feet!", they jumped in just in time.
In that instant—
Thick tree trunks and sprawling vines erupted wildly from the earth, accompanied by a thunderous rumble. Screams echoed as groups of shinobi were ensnared and bound tight.
“Rawawawa—!!”
"I heard your First Hokage once dominated the Shinobi World with Wood Release. Well, let Lord Aramaki show you what true Wood Release looks like!"
His mocking laughter echoed from all directions within the newly formed jungle.
Suddenly, from the sea of trees behind Aramaki, two massive wooden arms—each about 30 to 40 meters long and formed from countless interwoven branches—shot up into the air.
And at the same time—
The surface of the forest beneath them began to shift.
Rising from the earth was a titanic wooden figure—complete with head, flowing hair, chest, and even legs.
A wooden giant.
“Oh my god—”
“T-This…”
“H-How is this even possible?!”
The shinobi near Aramaki stopped in their tracks, stunned and in disbelief.
Everyone stared in horror at the wooden titan emerging from the ground, easily approaching 100 meters in height.
Its form was intricately detailed.
Clearly, it was an enlarged replica of Aramaki himself—down to the very folds of his Justice coat sculpted into the wood.
“We need the Nine-Tails! We need the Nine-Tails!”
Suddenly, the Shimura clan head let out a hysterical roar.
“How the hell are we supposed to fight something like that?!”
His voice trembled with sheer terror and despair—there was even doubt in his heart about whether the Nine-Tails would be enough.
“Calm yourself, Clan Head Shimura.”
Uchiha Fugaku forced himself to steady his voice.
“When the Third Hokage arrives, he’ll likely bring the Nine-Tails’ jinchūriki with him. Until then, we must hold the line.”
“Easy for you to say! How exactly do we stop a monster like that?!” the Shimura head shouted.
