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The first Rasenshuriken tore through the front line like a scythe through wheat. The second shattered a Walker into a million frozen screams. Naruto moved faster than ravens, faster than fear. He planted explosive tags on the gate, then used Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu—not a thousand, but fifty. Fifty orange-clad demons that punched wights into paste. However, when you blend the shinobi arts with
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The Night King raised his sword. Naruto raised his hand.