bestfiction Chapter 31: The Drunken Butcher
Chapter 31: The Drunken Butcher
Chapter 31 - The Drunken ButcherThe Forest of Death had turned into something unrecognizable. Deep, jagged scars stretched for miles, trenches carved through the earth as if a god had swung his blade across the land. The towering trees that once provided cover were gone—either vaporized into splinters or uprooted and thrown aside like discarded toys.
And at the center of this destruction, standing amidst the chaos with a sword dripping in residual energy, was Youyu.
His breath was heavy, but not from exhaustion—from rage. His fingers flexed around the handle of his sword, knuckles white from the grip. His red-tinged gaze scanned the surroundings,
For the first time in his life, Kisame Hoshigaki ran.
Meanwhile, in Konoha's Observation Room...The elite shinobi monitoring the exam had long abandoned any pretense of calm.
"This isn't an exam anymore," one of them muttered, gripping the table.
"It's a massacre."
A Hidden Rain jōnin swallowed hard, his face pale. "That—That technique... It's impossible. Right? It has to be some kind of illusion."
No one answered him.
A chilling silence hung in the air.
On the screen, the Forest of Death was barely recognizable. Chasms stretched for miles. Piles of debris replaced what had once been ancient trees. Blood splattered the broken earth, the remnants of unlucky shinobi who hadn't been fast enough to escape.
Even Jiraiya, one of the legendary Sannin, looked unnerved. He scratched the back of his head, forcing out a nervous chuckle.
"Damn, kid... You've got style."
His attempt at humor did not lighten the mood.
The representative from the Hidden Cloud Village slammed his fist against the table. "Three of our best have already been slaughtered! This is outrageous! You let a monster into this exam!"
"You Konoha bastards planned this, didn't you?!" another foreign jōnin accused, his voice rising with panic.
Sarutobi Hiruzen, up until now, had been silent.
His pipe had fallen from his hands. His expression remained neutral, unreadable.
But deep inside, his thoughts were racing.
"Youyu... what have you done?"
Back in the Forest of Death...Youyu stood in the middle of the devastation, breathing heavily.
The ground around him was carved into deep, jagged canyons. The air hummed with the lingering energy of his last attack.
And yet—
He wasn't satisfied.
His last bottle of wine was gone.
His head ached from the lack of alcohol.
The rage inside him was still boiling.
His grip tightened around his sword.
"Damn outsiders... If I can't drink, then I'll just keep cutting you all down."
His eyes gleamed with bloodlust.
And just like that—he vanished.
Somewhere, deep within the ruined forest, more foreign shinobi were still hiding.
They wouldn't be hiding for long.
Author's Note:How do you think the foreign villages are going to react to this? Declare war? Or pretend none of this ever happened? Let me know!