Naruto drinking makes me stronger-Chapter 38: Triple Rashomon Falls

With the fall of his sword, the training transformed—like silk cast out by a demon—into a terrifying black and purple slash.

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"One Sword Style—Dark Sky Demon God!"

"Om—"

A single stroke tore through the world itself. The slash, forged from devoured light, burst forth like a beast loosed from its cage, unleashing a thunderous roar. A black and purple arc nearly a hundred meters wide surged forward, its force shaking the earth.

"Rumble—"

The land split beneath its fury, a deep and jagged scar carved across the battlefield. The Sea of Snakes, stretching nearly a hundred meters away, writhed in agitation as it sensed the devastating chakra storm heading its way.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Like a blade slicing clean through parchment, the snakes—thousands of them—offered no resistance. One by one, they were shredded by the black-and-purple force, reduced to fragments beneath the overwhelming sword pressure.

"Damn it..."

Orochimaru's eyes narrowed into slits as he took in the sight. His snake pupils gleamed with tension, his instincts screaming. Every strand of hair on his body bristled in alarm.

"Summoning Jutsu: Triple Rashomon!"

Wasting no time, Orochimaru slammed his hands onto the earth. Chakra surged violently as he pushed his limits without hesitation. Three colossal gates—each towering over a hundred meters—erupted from the ground, rising into the sky like mountains.

Unlike the single Rashomon gate that Youyu had previously sliced through with ease, the Triple Rashomon was in a different league.

Each gate held a purpose:

First, to directly block incoming attacks.

Second, to weaken the force.

Third, to disperse what remained.

Together, they formed the ultimate defense—Triple Rashomon, the strongest defensive ninjutsu.

Back in the Hokage's office, the crystal ball regained its glow. As the gates rose, Hiruzen's heart steadied. Triple Rashomon—an attack passing through all three gates would be diminished countless times over. Even Youyu, no matter how powerful, couldn't possibly break through.

"It's coming," Jiraiya muttered, his eyes locked on the image in the crystal ball.

The black-and-purple slash crashed into the first Rashomon.

BOOM!!

A thunderclap erupted. The sound was deafening. Several shinobi nearby clutched their ears in agony; some even bled from the impact.

"Puff!"

Without resistance, the first gate split in half, tossed aside like scrap wood. Dust rose, obscuring the destruction.

Orochimaru's brow twitched. He had expected it to fall... but not this easily.

Still, the second gate stood.

As the slash struck it—

BOOM!!

The air trembled. A faint, ancient power surged from the gate, working to suppress and weaken the incoming attack.

"Did it work?" Orochimaru murmured, his snake pupils narrowing.

But the slash flared again—darkness intensified.

CRACK!

In one swift burst, the second gate fractured and was cleaved cleanly in two.

Orochimaru's heart dropped. The slash had barely lost power.

But one final hope remained—the third Rashomon. The gate of expansion. The disperser.

This final gate didn't block or weaken; it spread. An attack with a strength of one hundred would be diffused until only ten remained. That was the secret. That's why no one had ever broken through the triple gates.

"The third Rashomon will hold," Orochimaru whispered to himself.

In the Hokage's office, the tension was palpable. Jiraiya tried to reassure himself aloud. "No one has ever broken through Orochimaru's Triple Rashomon. It's impenetrable."

Hiruzen's face was grim but determined. His trust in his former student, and in this technique, was absolute.

The slash surged forward.

OM—

Suddenly, all sound vanished. The sky dimmed. The silence was unnerving—unnatural.

Orochimaru's expression twisted. This wasn't relief.

It was the stillness before the storm.

BOOOOM!!!!

A second later, sound returned with brutal force. The slash collided with the third gate. Shockwaves thundered. Trees split. Earth crumbled.

The sword pressure and sword aura screamed across the terrain. Rocks shattered. Trees hundreds of meters tall were sliced into splinters. The ground buckled, layer after layer crushed beneath the relentless pressure.

And then—light.

Dozens of radiant cracks split across the third gate.

KACHA—KACHA—

The cracks multiplied, dancing like lightning across the wood and steel.

Orochimaru's snake pupils widened in disbelief.

BOOM!

The third gate shattered like glass.

The dispersal failed. The unleashed sword aura rained down in every direction.

"Damn!!!"

Orochimaru backed away, sweat pouring from his face. His body screamed in warning—this was beyond anything he had faced before.

"...Do I have to use it?"

His hands clenched. He didn't want to. The forbidden jutsu was still incomplete. But he had no choice.

"Summoning Technique—"

He began to form the seals.

At that moment, the wine bottle at his side—brought in the middle of the chaos—toppled and rolled, clinking across the ground.

"...What's that?" Youyu's gaze flickered toward it, pausing mid-swing.

"A sake bottle?"

DING!

System Notification: Master's emotional desire has reached a peak!