The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 445 Hot spring bath

"Click..."

My bones felt like they were being crushed, and excruciating pain shot through my entire body like an electric shock.

Dimon groaned in pain, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead. He tried desperately to break free, but found his arm was welded shut and wouldn't budge.

"If children misbehave, they will be punished!"

Immediately afterwards, the golden chakra of Uchiha Mitsunaka surged into his body through his wrist.

Dimon felt his chakra instantly become chaotic, like a runaway wild horse rampaging through his meridians.

What terrified him even more was that the Reflection Technique within him was also firmly suppressed by this powerful chakra, and no matter how he tried to activate it, he could no longer mobilize it even a fraction of its power.

His body grew heavier and heavier, and his arms began to tremble uncontrollably. The anger and arrogance that had filled his eyes crumbled little by little in the panic of rapidly losing strength, replaced by a despair that penetrated to the bone.

He once thought he possessed power that was second to none, but in front of the Uchiha Sanfeng, that confidence was completely crushed, and he didn't even have the right to resist.

"What...what did you do to me?"

Dimon's teeth chattered incessantly from fear and excruciating pain, making his speech fragmented.

Uchiha Mitsunaga loosened his fingers slightly, his face devoid of any extra expression.

"I only sealed your chakra and divine arts."

Losing his support, Dimon fell backward, crashing heavily onto the cracked ground with a dull thud that was particularly clear in the open space.

The gravel on the ground hurt his back, but it was nothing compared to the intense despair he felt.

He struggled to sit up, but his arms were as limp as cotton. He lifted them up a little and then fell back down heavily, kicking up a cloud of sand mixed with dust that splashed onto his cheeks.

"Dimmon!"

Ada could no longer remain calm. The wrist that had been gripped by Uchiha Mitsunori earlier still retained a slightly cool touch, but at this moment, her heart was filled with thoughts of her younger brother's safety.

She suddenly broke free from Sanfeng's grasp, her skirt billowing as she ran, and rushed to Dimon's side. She carefully crouched down, afraid of hurting his injured area.

She gently lifted Dimon's upper body, and the moment her fingertips touched his back, she felt his body tremble.

Ada's eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up but she held them back, her voice choked with worry: "Dimmon! How are you? Are you alright? Where does it hurt? Are your bones broken?"

Her gaze swept quickly over Dimon, landing on his wrist that was being gripped. When she saw the obvious red mark, her heart ached terribly.

Ada suddenly turned around and knelt down in front of Uchiha Mitsunori. Her knees hit the ground with a crisp sound, but she felt no pain at all.

She raised her head, all pride and indifference vanished from her eyes, replaced by a deep plea: "Lord Sanfeng, please spare him! He's still young and doesn't know any better. I failed to discipline him properly, and he knows he was wrong! I will keep a close eye on him, lock him in the base, and never let him cause trouble again, never let him provoke you again! Please... please forgive him this time!"

Uchiha Mitsunori's gaze swept over Ada, who was kneeling on the ground, and then glanced at Dimon, who was slumped on the ground with empty eyes. His expression remained calm: "I never intended to kill him. I just wanted to teach him a lesson, to let him know that some lines cannot be crossed, and some people are not to be trifled with."

As soon as he finished speaking, a glimmer of hope flashed in Ada's eyes, and she hurriedly asked, "Then...then his seal?"

"Rest tonight, and the seal will automatically be lifted tomorrow morning."

A faint purple light emanated from Uchiha Sanfeng's palm, and ripples of energy spread outwards. A spatial gate, distorted with chaotic light and shadow, slowly unfolded before him, behind which lay unfathomable darkness, seemingly capable of swallowing all light.

He gently waved his hand at Dimon, and an invisible force, like a gentle stream, lifted the powerless Dimon from the ground. Dimon tried to struggle, letting out angry whimpers, but he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. He could only watch helplessly as he was enveloped by that force, slowly moving towards the portal, inching closer and closer to that chilling darkness.

"No!" Ada jumped to her feet and ran a few steps toward Dimon, but was blocked by an invisible barrier. She could only watch helplessly as her brother was pushed toward the portal. She turned back, her eyes filled with worry and unease, and asked urgently, "Where will he go? Where are you sending him?" Although she was angry at Dimon's impulsiveness, Dimon was her only family in the world. She couldn't bear to see her brother suffer any harm, and she was even more afraid that the Three Peaks would take this opportunity to secretly harm Dimon.

Uchiha Mitsunaga's gaze returned to Ada, his purple eyes showing no malice, only calm: "Naturally, we'll send him back to the Kara organization's base." He paused, then added, "I just want him to have some peace and quiet, so no one will bother us."

Before he could finish speaking, Dimon's figure was completely swallowed up by the portal. The twisted door slowly closed, and the purple light gradually dissipated, leaving only an empty space, cracks all over the ground, and Ada standing there, full of worry but powerless.

A gust of wind swept across the open field, stirring up fine dust that settled on their shoulders and hair. Ada's fingers, hanging by her sides, curled slightly, and a few specks of grayish-brown dust clung to the hem of her white robe—splashes from her earlier run. A thin layer of dust also covered Uchiha Sanfeng's black cloak, making his aura less cold and more approachable.

Sanfeng raised his hand and patted the dust off his cloak. With a slight twitch of his fingertips, a faint purple halo appeared in his palm again, and another spatial gate slowly opened. The scene behind this gate was no longer chaotic darkness, but rather a faint glimpse of rising heat, and even the air gradually filled with a faint smell of sulfur.

"Let's go." He stepped aside, his gaze falling on Ida, who was still somewhat dazed. His tone was a little gentler than before. "Let's go soak in a hot spring and wash away the dust."

Ada paused, then followed his gaze to the portal. The lingering sulfurous smell made her instantly realize what had happened. Her brow remained furrowed, the worry in her eyes undiminished. Her gaze drifted involuntarily to the direction where the portal had closed, her mind filled with the image of Dimon sprawled on the ground, unable to move.

Seeing that she remained motionless, Sanfeng knew what was on her mind. He stepped forward, his fingertips gently brushing away the dust clinging to her hair, his voice calm yet soothing: "Still worried about Dimon?"

Ada looked up, her unease barely concealed. She nodded slightly, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible hoarseness: "I... I'm worried that he'll be left unattended at the base, and what if his wound hurts terribly..."

"Don't you have the divine ability to see far and wide?" Sanfeng interrupted her, his tone carrying a hint of reminder. "You can use it to see what Dimon looks like now." He paused, then added, "I've already made arrangements. After he returns to the base, someone will take care of his food and injuries, and he won't be mistreated."

Ada's eyes lit up slightly, as if she had suddenly remembered something, and her tense shoulders relaxed a little. She subconsciously raised her hand to her forehead, and the power of divine magic surged quietly. Her gaze pierced through endless space, extending towards the direction of the Shell Organization's base.

The divine vision quickly locked onto the lounge of the Shell organization's base. Ada could clearly see that Dimon had been placed on a soft bed, and a medical staff member was carefully applying ointment to the red marks on his wrist, so gently that she was afraid of hurting him.

On the low table beside the bed were warm medicine and clean bandages, clearly prepared care supplies in advance.

Although Dimon's face was still pale, he was no longer as weak and collapsed as before. He could even slightly frown and push away the medicine offered by the medical staff. Although he was somewhat unwilling, he was fine.

Seeing this, Ada's heart finally settled down. Her tense shoulders relaxed, her hand that had been pressing on her forehead gently fell down, and the unease in her eyes was replaced by relief. Even her breathing became much more even.

She turned to look at Mitsuhine, her eyes filled with genuine gratitude, and whispered, "Thank you, Lord Mitsuhine."

Sanfeng nodded slightly, said nothing more, but gestured for her to follow, and took the lead in stepping into the space door that was filled with steaming heat.

Ada took a deep breath, suppressing the lingering worry in her heart, and quickly followed.

Before you lies a secluded mountain valley, where a clear natural hot spring is nestled at the bottom. The spring water has a faint milky white hue, and wisps of steam rise gently, condensing into fine mist in the air, blurring the surrounding scenery in a hazy and gentle way.

The hot spring was surrounded by lush green bamboo, with glistening water droplets hanging on the bamboo leaves. A gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, making the place even more tranquil and secluded. Apart from her and Sanfeng, there were no other figures.

Without saying a word, the two walked to the rocks at the edge of the hot spring and took off their dusty clothes.

Ida's movements were somewhat restrained, and her cheeks flushed slightly when her fingertips touched the warm water mist.

She glanced at Sanfeng beside her and saw that he had already stepped into the hot spring. His tall figure was faintly visible in the mist. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head and tiptoed into the hot spring.

The warm spring water washes over the skin, bringing a comfortable warmth and gradually relieving the soreness in the muscles and bones after the battle.

Ida found a spot a little away from the three peaks and sat down. The spring water was just above her shoulders, revealing only her slender neck and delicate collarbone. The misty water vapor swirled around her, as if she were draped in a hazy veil.

The hot spring was small, and the two of them were only a few steps apart. They could clearly hear each other's steady breathing and the subtle sound of the flowing water.