Chapter 195 Massacre

The principle of the flying thunder god is simple: it uses small nodes in space as a main channel, and those nodes are the mediums connected to each other with Aoi chakra, and it's not just simple chakra; it's lightning chakra form and nature change.It works on a similar principle as a telephone connected to another telephone through different poles and modems using wireless signals; sound travels from one telephone to another through this whole system.

Kunai are telephones; space nodes are poles and modems; finally, the chakra is the signal; and individuals are the sound.

Aoi then analyzed the technique, and it was very easy for him to connect his chakra with a flying thunder mark. He also created his own unique mark that looks like a simple infinity mark with barely visible seals and formations in its thin lines.

He raised his hand and threw the kunai. 

Thud!!! 

It is embedded in a tree far away. 

Flying Thunder!!!

Aoi raised his hand with a two-finger sign, his body flickered, and he appeared beside the tree the next moment. He was surprised and didn't feel any difference from regular teleport art. 

'This art can be improved into teleport art without any need for Mark's and Kunai, like upgrading telephones to smartphones.' Aoi thought to himself, nodded, and felt it was feasible.

Then he started practicing other techniques, such as the spirit transformation technique, allowing one soul to leave the body. 

Aoi's soul appeared outside his body, looking similar to his own actual appearance. He floated for a while, then returned to his body.

Then, with eight trigram formations, four violet formations, four elephant formations, red formations, and other seals and formations, his knowledge about seals and formations also increased a lot.


'This seal and formation belonged to the Uzumaki Clan.' Looking at the Adamantite seal art in those seals, which is only used by the Uzumaki Clan bloodline,.

Wood Arts, Water Arts, Shadow Clone, Multiple Shadow Clone, Dark Art, Illusion Art, 

After learning all the art's except a few like reanimated and others, Aoi nodded satisfied. 

"Although it took me a few days to learn all these arts, the harvest is not small." Aoi muttered thoughtfully, looking at the rising sun on the horizon.

He walked outside his house, looking at the peaceful yet gloomy atmosphere. 

"Little brother Aoi, here, take it." Izumi's voice sounded behind him.

Aoi turned around, looking at her speechlessly, then glanced at the tiffin box in her hand.

"Here, take it; I prepared it for... Well, you can eat it." She passed the box into his hand.

Aoi opened it in front of her, looking at the two heart-shaped nigiri lying inside speechlessly, then glanced at her, looking at her face visibly turning red. Then he asked, "You haven't found Itachi."

"Ahhh, how do you know?" Izumi flinched then asked in shock,

Aoi shook his head and said, "Leave it alone; ruthless brother control's like him loves their younger brother the most; your struggle is hopeless in front of that."

'Ruthless? Brother control? Is he talking about Itachi kun?' Izumi was startled and became thoughtful.

Aoi then took the two nigiri and ate them one by one. He returned the lunch box and walked outside the clan. 

'It seems annihilation will happen in these months; the situation is extremely critical, which is why Itachi is so busy.' Aoi thought to himself,

Izumi, looking at his back, became confused. 'Why is he always like that? Did he give up on himself?' She thought to herself, feeling a little sad.

Aoi then walked through the whole Konoha village. He stopped on a spot, looking at the orange-haired boy, hanging lonely with a sad expression on his face.

'Naruto Uzumaki, also, there is no surveillance around him. After admitting to the school, the surveillance was removed probably.' Aoi thoughtfully glanced in one direction and then walked away. 

A young man with white hair was standing against the wall, reading the book. Aoi just glanced at him and then walked forward. 'As expected of Kakashi, if it weren't for him to turn the book page in his hand, I wouldn't even notice him now.' Aoi thought she was surprised a little, then walked forward. 

'It seems the Uchiha annihilation is really near; I can sense a lot of strong presences throughout the village.' He glanced at the ninja training on the training ground. 

'Another Uchiha kid beside Sasuke; he is probably the one with illness.' Kakashi glanced at his back, then turned his head away and started looking at the book in his hand.

Aoi then returned to the clan house and started exploring and inventing the new bloodline limit and technique.

…

Time passed two months later. 

On a special night, the full moon shone, and a chilly wind flowed through the village. 

A lot of anbu and root figures appeared and surrounded the Uchiha clan.

While two figures appeared silently in the Uchiha clan and started massacring everyone inside, Aoi was sleeping calmly on his bed.

After a while,

A spiral formed in his room, and a mask figure with one shuriken like Mangekyō visible through single mask hole, landed through it in his room, he is none other then Obito,

Looking at Aoi sleeping peacefully, Obito become thoughtful, 'Final Uchiha is that child, well anyway.'

He walked toward Aoi expressionlessly, raised a sword in his hand, and pierced Aoi's heart, blood splattered around.

After a while,

Obito glanced at the bloody sword and dead Aoi, shook his head and said, "What a pity? You survived that attack, but eventually nothing died today. How unfair this world is; don't worry, I will create a fair world for everyone." Obito spoke, then turned around calmly.

Shrub!!!

"Huh." Instantaneously, Obito emitted a painful grunt, his vision blurred and darkened, bowed his head.

Looking at the long dark spike piercing his heart, lung and other organs and dark markings spreading on his body, then he raised his head glanced at the expressionless Aoi standing in front of him. 

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