"Ibuse!"
Hanzo shouted sharply.
The giant salamander beneath his feet opened its enormous mouth, and a thick purple poisonous mist gushed out in a violent surge.
The deadly toxin stored within the salamander Ibuse was so potent that even the smallest amount could kill a jonin within mere seconds.
The poisonous fog spread rapidly, and even the falling rain seemed to be tinged with a faint purple hue.
"Sage Art Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"
Kiyohara took a deep breath, his chest swelling to its limit before he exhaled in one powerful motion.
What he released was not ordinary wind.
It was infused with natural energy, forming a visible stream of pale green airflow.
The currents twisted and expanded, transforming into a massive tornado over five meters in diameter that swept up all of the poisonous mist into its spinning body.
Wind and toxin intertwined as they rose into the sky, finally dispersing at a height of over a hundred meters, diluted into the curtain of rain.
"Impossible!"
An Amegakure shinobi cried out in shock.
"Lord Hanzo's poison was actually—"
Even Hanzo himself felt the pressure mounting.
This young man not only knew Sage Techniques, but could also wield natural energy with such mastery.
The Wind Release jutsu just now had already surpassed the level of an ordinary S rank ninjutsu.
Kiyohara did not pause.
Before the tornado had even fully dissipated, he had already rushed forward again.
This time, he drew his blade, which was now wrapped in green wind nature chakra.
The blade slashed directly toward Hanzo's neck.
Hanzo finally moved.
With a flick of his left hand, the chain rattled loudly.
In his right hand, the sickle met Kiyohara's blade head on.
It was the opening stance of the technique that had made his name famous for years, the dual stage attack of the chain sickle.
Clang!
The salamander beneath Hanzo let out a pained roar. The immense recoil force traveled through Hanzo's body and into the creature, causing its massive frame to sway.
Hanzo himself was sent flying backward, spinning twice in midair before landing heavily, his feet carving two deep trenches into the ground.
After landing, he raised his head, and beneath his mask, his eyes revealed a grave and serious expression.
"What strength."
He spoke slowly.
"Worthy of being Tsunade's disciple."
Yahiko seized the opportunity.
"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"
Rainwater gathered above him, forming a ferocious water dragon that lunged toward Hanzo, who had just landed.
The timing of this strike was impeccable, precisely when Hanzo's previous force had been spent and his new strength had yet to recover.
But Hanzo was still Hanzo.
He did not even turn around. With one hand, he formed seals.
"Fire Release: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"
Three fire dragons rose from behind him and collided with the incoming water dragon.
Water and fire clashed violently, erupting into a massive cloud of steam that obscured all visibility.
"Yahiko, be careful!"
Nagato's voice rang out.
Within the steam, a nearly invisible thin line shot toward Yahiko. It was a senbon coated in deadly poison, launched as a sneak attack under the cover of the vapor.
Yahiko hastily dodged. The senbon brushed past his shoulder, slicing through his clothing.
"I'm fine—"
Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
From the cut on his skin came a faint numbing sensation.
Though slight, it was undeniably there.
"Poison…"
Yahiko gritted his teeth.
"When did this—"
"From the moment you inhaled your first breath of the poison mist."
Hanzo's voice came from within the steam as his figure slowly emerged.
"My poison can seep through the skin. Although the effect is slight, the dosage accumulates over time. Right now, every single one of you is poisoned."
Hanzo paused briefly before continuing.
"Even if you have antidotes made by Tsunade, the amount will not be enough."
Under normal circumstances, this group would have already collapsed.
Considering Tsunade's presence, Hanzo guessed that she must have given them something to counteract the toxin.
But even so, it would not be enough.
In the Land of Rain, salamanders like Ibuse were not rare.
Aside from the one he had contracted, Hanzo had encountered a highly venomous black salamander in his youth. Its poison sac had been implanted into his body, granting him resistance to toxins.
Every breath he took released poison into the surrounding air, which was why he wore a mask and breathed through his mouth.
He himself was a walking source of poison, and in addition, the salamander could release a large scale poisonous mist every five minutes.
Hanzo had no concern that they would not be poisoned.
Hearing his words, several members of the Akatsuki changed expressions and quickly checked their bodies.
Many of them felt slight abnormalities, itching skin, faint numbness in their muscles, and a sluggish flow of chakra.
"However, do not worry."
Hanzo continued.
"If you surrender now, I will give you the antidote. After all, what I want is only the disbandment of the Akatsuki, not everyone's lives."
He was deliberately dividing their morale.
Kiyohara saw this very clearly.
Hanzo's method was extremely clever. First he displayed overwhelming force, then revealed insidious tactics, and finally offered what seemed like a merciful choice.
Those with weak willpower would likely waver.
But Yahiko's answer was unwavering.
Bringing peace to the world had always been his greatest dream.
"Akatsuki will not disband. This is our ideal."
"Is that so?"
Hanzo's voice turned cold.
"Then take your ideals with you into death."
Nagato could no longer endure it.
He formed hand seals, his face growing even paler.
The Demonic Statue of the Outer Path let out a deep roar as countless black chakra rods extended from its body, piercing into Nagato and draining both his chakra and life force.
Nagato groaned.
Immediately afterward, the protrusions on the statue's back began to glow.
It was the light of lightning.
Crack!
With the power of the Demonic Statue, ten thick pillars of lightning descended from the sky, covering the entire formation of the Amegakure shinobis.
This was a wide range attack. Hanzo could dodge, but his subordinates could not.
"Defend!"
Hanzo roared, forming seals rapidly.
"Earth Release: Earth Style Rampart!"
Massive earthen walls rose up, blocking part of the lightning strikes.
But the lightning pillars were too large. More than a dozen Amegakure shinobis were still struck, turning into charred corpses amid screams.
At the same time, the Demonic Statue opened its mouth and expelled a dragon formed entirely of chakra.
The dragon was purple and semi transparent, twisting through the air.
It did not attack the body. Instead, it targeted chakra itself. Any shinobi it touched had their chakra instantly drained, collapsing into dried corpses.
"A technique that absorbs chakra…"
Hanzo's expression darkened.
He knew he could not delay any longer.
This had to be ended quickly.
Hanzo leapt back onto the salamander's head and patted it.
It had been exactly five minutes since the last release of poison.
A thick, living mass of purple mist surged from the salamander's mouth, mixing with the rain.
The Amegakure shinobis had already prepared gas masks, ensuring not a single trace of poison entered. They could move freely within the toxic fog, while the Akatsuki's defensive line began to falter under its corrosion.
Yahiko bit his tongue to force himself to stay conscious. He saw a young member beside him stumble, the kunai in his hand falling to the ground as his fingers began to twitch uncontrollably.
"Everyone… fall back…"
Yahiko shouted.
The amount of antidote Tsunade had provided was far too little.
No one had expected Hanzo to launch a sudden attack.
If this continued, they would suffer severe losses.
At that moment, Kiyohara infused the sage chakra refined with the help of Toad Kiyohara into his technique.
"Sage Art Magnet Release: Gold Dust Imperial Funeral!"
As Kiyohara slammed both hands onto the ground, the earth began to tremble.
The rain soaked soil churned like boiling water as dark golden particles surged upward from beneath the ground, growing denser and more numerous with each passing moment.
"What is that?!"
A Amegakure chunin shouted in alarm.
The ground beneath their feet was melting, transforming into a flowing tide of golden sand.
The salamander Ibuse seemed to sense the danger. Its massive body tried to retreat, but the gold dust had already coiled around its limbs.
The golden tide surged in from all directions, clinging to the salamander's rough skin, wrapping around its thick, stubby legs, and then spreading upward.
"Roar!"
The salamander let out a pained howl, struggling violently as its poison glands contracted frantically, releasing an even denser cloud of toxic mist.
But there was simply too much gold dust. There was so much of it that the poisonous fog could not even penetrate the countless overlapping layers of golden defense.
The gold dust engulfed its abdomen, its chest, and its neck, and in the end, even its entire head was completely wrapped within it.
Standing on the salamander's back, Hanzo's expression changed slightly.
The ground beneath the salamander had already turned into something like a swamp, continuously sinking.
With no other option, Hanzo could only leap into the air. Using a light step on the surface of the gold dust, he jumped to an area that had not yet been covered.
Almost the moment he left, the final surge of gold dust closed in, completely burying the salamander, leaving behind only a slightly raised mound that continued to slowly sink.
Before Hanzo could perform any jutsu on the gold dust to rescue the salamander, he saw Nagato controlling the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path as it approached.
Each swing of the statue's gaunt, withered arms could kill several Amegakure shinobis at once.
Then the statue opened its enormous mouth.
The semi transparent purple chakra dragon slithered out, weaving through the air. Wherever it passed, shinobis had their chakra and life force drained, collapsing to the ground like lifeless husks.
Hanzo flicked his right hand, and the chain lashed toward the dragon's neck.
But the dragon had no physical form. The chain passed straight through it, completely ineffective.
"Troublesome…"
Hanzo muttered under his breath as he rapidly retreated.
At the same time, his left hand formed seals.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
A massive fireball shot toward the chakra dragon. The flames also passed through its body, but the intense heat caused the dragon's movements to stall for a brief moment.
Hanzo seized that fleeting opening. His sickle scraped across the ground as he slid sideways over ten meters.
The chakra dragon turned and continued its pursuit.
Taking advantage of the moment when Hanzo's attention was drawn to the Demonic Statue, and after cutting away a small fragment, Kiyohara's blade arrived.
The blade tore through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.
This was not an ordinary strike. The wind nature chakra wrapped around the blade had been enhanced by natural energy, forming a visible ring of green cutting force.
Hanzo had no choice but to turn and block.
Clang!
The sickle and the long blade collided, sending sparks flying in all directions.
Hanzo looked at Kiyohara. This young man was the greatest variable in this battle.
Nagato, who controlled the summoned monster, was clearly struggling to sustain it.
Tsunade was not making a move, and among the rest, Yahiko's strongest ability was only Water Release jutsus.
As long as he could hold on, waiting for Nagato to collapse first and for Kiyohara to be defeated, Hanzo believed there was still a chance to win.
"Let me show you what true kenjutsu is."
The chain sickle rattled loudly in his hands.
Sickle Dance: Sickle Blade Dual Stage Strike!
This was his long famed ultimate technique.
First, the chain would bind the opponent's weapon and restrict their movement, then the sickle would strike downward from above.
The blade of the sickle was coated with deadly poison. Even the slightest cut would determine victory or defeat.
The chain shot toward Kiyohara's blade like a venomous serpent.
Kiyohara tightened his grip on the hilt, and in his mind flashed all the kenjutsu he had learned in Konoha.
The Uchiha style, the Konoha style, and even scattered techniques he had copied from enemies.
With the enhancement of senjutsu chakra, his thinking speed and reaction speed had reached an unprecedented level.
The moment the chain wrapped around his blade, Kiyohara flicked his wrist.
He rotated the blade along the force of the chain itself.
This was a technique of redirecting force, requiring extremely precise control.
The chain was pulled off course, and the sickle's strike followed suit, missing its target.
A trace of surprise flashed in Hanzo's eyes beneath his mask.
Not only was Kiyohara incredibly strong, but his foundation in kenjutsu was terrifyingly solid.
That method of neutralizing the attack just now was something that could not be achieved without at least ten years of rigorous training.
As the fight continued, Hanzo grew more and more alarmed.
He could feel that with every exchange, the opponent's kenjutsu improved slightly, and his understanding of Hanzo's techniques deepened further.
This was the power of the Sharingan.
Hanzo's wariness increased.
Kiyohara not only possessed the Sharingan, but he was also exceptionally skilled in using it.
The two of them clashed in a storm of flashing blades, each strike as fast as lightning.
Kiyohara no longer adhered to any fixed school of swordsmanship. Instead, he integrated everything he had seen and learned, forming a combat style that was entirely his own.
"Then what about this move?"
Hanzo suddenly changed tactics.
The chain retracted, and the sickle returned to position.
He gripped the handle of the sickle with both hands, his body lowering slightly as his center of gravity dropped.
It was the starting stance of an iaijutsu strike.
But unlike ordinary iaijutsu, Hanzo's weapon was a sickle, and the intent behind it was pure killing intent.
Sickle Dance: Iaijutsu Slash!
He had once used this move to instantly defeat the samurai Mifune of the Land of Iron.
Kiyohara's Sharingan captured the flow of chakra within Hanzo's body. He saw a massive surge of chakra erupt from Hanzo's wrist.
In an instant, it broke through the speed of sound and arrived before him.
Kiyohara immediately moved to dodge, but part of the attack could not be avoided.
Without hesitation, he infused even more chakra into his body.
Steel Release.
Earth Release: Earth Spear.
A black metallic sheen spread across the surface of his skin.
Slash!
The sickle cut across Kiyohara's arm.
His clothing tore apart, leaving behind a white mark on his skin.
Hanzo's brows furrowed tightly. Although the intelligence reports had mentioned Kiyohara's hardening technique, he had not expected that even his iaijutsu slash would fail to break through it.
That strike of his could cut through even special chakra metal.
Yet Kiyohara had taken it head on with his body, and it had only left a scratch.
What kind of defense was that?
Even the well known Earth Release Earth Spear should have been broken, unless Kiyohara had used more than one hardening technique at the same time.
At the very moment when Hanzo's movements faltered due to shock, Kiyohara counterattacked.
Frog Kata!
His fist did not touch Hanzo, but thirty centimeters in front of it, natural energy wrapped around the force of the punch.
An invisible force struck Hanzo in the chest, blasting him away.
Hanzo spat out a mouthful of blood in midair, and cracks appeared across his mask.
He slammed heavily onto the ground and rolled several times before finally stopping.
The armor on his chest had shattered, and at least three of his ribs were broken.
"Lord Hanzo!"
The Amegakure shinobis cried out in alarm.
But no one dared to step forward. The chakra dragon of the Demonic Statue was still roaming across the battlefield, and wherever it passed, comrades were turned into dried corpses one after another.
Hanzo struggled to his feet.
He looked at Kiyohara, then at the Demonic Statue slaughtering his subordinates, and finally at the Akatsuki members who, despite being poisoned, had not lost their fighting spirit.
The overall situation was already decided.
This conclusion became clear in his mind.
If it had only been the Akatsuki, he was confident he could win.
If it had only been Kiyohara, he also had methods to deal with him.
If it had only been the Demonic Statue, he could have dragged things out until Nagato collapsed.
But when all three were combined, the balance of victory had already tipped.
"Retreat."
Hanzo spoke the word, his voice hoarse.
"What?"
A Amegakure jonin could not believe it.
"I said retreat!"
Hanzo shouted sharply.
"All units, disperse and withdraw. Regroup at Amegakure!"
The order was given, and the Amegakure shinobis felt as if they had been granted amnesty as they scattered and fled in all directions.
Hanzo cast one final glance at the battlefield. His salamander Ibuse was already buried beneath Kiyohara's gold dust, still struggling.
More than two thirds of his subordinates had been killed or injured. The Demonic Statue's killing speed was simply too fast, and he himself had also been wounded.
As for the enemy, although they had also suffered casualties, their core fighting forces remained intact.
"Kiyohara."
Hanzo looked at him.
"I will remember you. The next time we meet, you will not have such good fortune."
After saying this, he turned his gaze toward Yahiko.
Failing to eliminate the leader of the Akatsuki this time would undoubtedly lead to endless future troubles.
But this operation had already failed, and he had suffered heavy losses.
Hanzo formed a hand seal with one hand.
Water Body Flicker Technique.
His figure distorted and blurred in the rain before finally disappearing completely.
Kiyohara did not pursue.
One does not chase a desperate enemy, and moreover, his current condition was not suitable for pursuit. His sage chakra and curse mark were both fading.
The tail behind him had already vanished, and his skin was returning to its normal color, with only a faint trace of orange eye shadow remaining at the corners of his eyes.
More importantly, something had gone wrong on Nagato's side.
After letting out a roar, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path suddenly burst into a cloud of white smoke and disappeared.
With its disappearance, the chakra dragon in the air vanished, and the black chakra rods connected behind it snapped apart.
Nagato dropped to his knees, gasping heavily.
His body was so thin that it was almost skeletal, his face completely devoid of color, and his red hair clung to his pale skin, making him look as if he might die at any moment.
"Nagato!"
Yahiko and Konan rushed over to support him.
"I… I'm fine."
Nagato's voice was weak.
"It's just chakra exhaustion… I just need some rest."
Kiyohara walked over and took out a soldier pill from his shinobi pouch.
"Eat this first. You've consumed too much chakra. You'll need at least a month to recover."
Nagato did not refuse.
He knew very clearly just how terrible his current condition was.
The other members of the Akatsuki began cleaning up the battlefield.
They looked at the ground littered with corpses, some belonging to the Amegakure shinobis, and some to their own comrades.
None of them had expected that they would actually win.
And not only that, it was with the help of Konoha shinobis. Many members of the Akatsuki turned their gazes toward Kiyohara.
His performance on the battlefield just now had been nothing short of dazzling.
At that moment, a depression suddenly appeared in Kiyohara's gold dust burial. It was clearly the salamander below turning into white smoke and disappearing.
When a summoned beast suffered severe injuries, the summoning would be forcibly undone.
If the injuries were too severe and too sudden, it might not even have the chance to cancel the summoning before dying.
Kurenai and Shizune walked over.
Both of them were injured, but not seriously.
"Kiyohara, just now, that form of yours…"
Kurenai hesitated, as if unsure how to phrase her question.
"That was Sage Art."
Kiyohara gave a simple explanation.
Shizune looked at the white scratch on Kiyohara's arm, the mark left by Hanzo's iaijutsu strike.
It was hard for her to imagine what kind of defense could withstand that attack without even breaking the skin.
Kiyohara noticed her gaze and moved his arm slightly.
"Hanzo's blade is indeed formidable. If it had gone a little deeper, I wouldn't have been able to block it."
Of course, he said this for Kurenai and the others to hear.
At that moment, Kiyohara's attention was drawn to something on the ground.
It was a brown fragment, about the size of a palm, its surface rough like old tree bark.
A fragment of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
During Hanzo's battle with the statue, a protrusion on its back had been cut off by Hanzo's sickle.
Kiyohara bent down and picked up the fragment.
The others simply watched him with some confusion, including Nagato, who had no idea what use there could be in picking up such an object.
In response, Kiyohara merely said it was for remembrance.
After all, there was an information gap. None of them knew that this was essentially a piece of the Ten Tails' flesh and blood, possessing tremendous research value.
"It seems none of them understand the value of this thing."
The spiritual form of Toad Kiyohara floated out.
"More or less."
Kiyohara replied.
"The history of the shinobi world is terribly preserved. Even figures from a few decades ago like Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha are treated as if they were legends from centuries ago."
Kiyohara could not help but shake his head.
Even Boruto did not know about Jiraiya, despite the fact that Jiraiya had trained two generations of Hokage and had once been one of the legendary Sannin of Konoha.
Yet Boruto knew nothing at all, even though the connection was so close.
As for secrets from a thousand years ago, like the Ten Tails, there were almost no people who knew about them.
Only Madara, who had read the Uchiha stone tablet under the guidance of Black Zetsu, knew part of the truth.
Even Hashirama, the reincarnation of Asura, did not know that above the nine tailed beasts, there existed the Ten Tails.
While Kiyohara was speaking with Toad Kiyohara, cheers erupted from other parts of the battlefield.
No matter what, they had won.
After greeting Kurenai and Shizune, Kiyohara turned around and walked toward the Akatsuki base.
Inside the base, Tsunade was leaning against a wall.
"Sensei."
Kiyohara stepped inside.
Tsunade raised her head and looked at him.
"It's over?"
"Yes. Hanzo was severely injured and escaped. The Amegakure shinobis have scattered. We won, but the losses were not small."
"How is Nagato?"
"He nearly exhausted all of his chakra. He will need a long period of recovery, but his life is not in danger."
Tsunade nodded, her red lips parting slightly.
"You did well. If Hanzo hadn't escaped, we might have been able to keep him here today."
She had sensed part of the situation.
"He is Hanzo after all."
Kiyohara shook his head.
According to the Book of Fighters, Hanzo excelled at Water Release techniques. With his breathing mask, he could move freely underwater, and his mastery of water jutsus was unmatched.
As for the Water Body Flicker Technique, a method of escape, Hanzo had perfected it. Even in the original story, he had escaped using this very technique.
"Even though he's old, his methods of survival are still intact."
"However, after this battle, the situation in the Land of Rain is going to change."
Tsunade continued.
Kiyohara understood what she meant.
Hanzo had suffered heavy losses this time, and his prestige would be greatly diminished.
Within the Amegakure, there would likely be people who began to question his leadership. As for the Akatsuki, although they had also paid a price, this battle had made their name. They had directly repelled the main forces of Amegakure led by Hanzo.
Once the news spread, forces within the Land of Rain that were dissatisfied with Hanzo's rule would likely begin to move closer to the Akatsuki.
"The Akatsuki will restrain Amegakure for a long time."
Kiyohara said.
"That aligns with Konoha's interests."
"Yes."
Tsunade sighed softly.
"That is how politics works, endless calculations and counter calculations. But at least, Yahiko and the others genuinely want to change this country."
She paused for a moment before looking at Kiyohara again.
"You copied Hanzo's swordsmanship?"
"Yes. His techniques is indeed very strong."
Kiyohara nodded.
"Especially his iaijutsu slash. It's extremely fast."
"Kenjutsu, sage techniques, multiple elemental releases, Sharingan… you're learning more and more diverse skills."
Tsunade said.
"Being scattered without mastery is a major taboo."
"I know."
Kiyohara was aware of this problem.
"So next, I will spend time organizing and integrating everything."
Hearing this, Tsunade nodded in satisfaction.
This student of hers had never required much worry.
His talent was high, his comprehension excellent, and more importantly, his mindset was steady.
Unlike certain geniuses who became arrogant after achieving a little success.
What Tsunade did not know was that Kiyohara simply did not dare to become arrogant.
Every last "Last Will" represented a miserable future where he had died.
Having witnessed countless ways of dying, Kiyohara was extremely cautious in this regard.
Every time he defended himself, he used double defense hardening. This time as well, he had avoided most of Hanzo's attacks.
Only when he had no other choice did he allow the blade to graze him, and even then, he did not hesitate to expend chakra to use dual hardening.
"Go get some rest."
Tsunade said.
"In the next few days, the Akatsuki will handle post war matters. We will also prepare to return to Konoha. The old man will need a detailed report."
"Yes."
Kiyohara turned and left.
It just so happened that after returning, he could find a way to go to the Land of the Sea and fulfill Toad Kiyohara's final wish.
This experience had shown that Sage Arts and the curse mark could be stacked together. Kiyohara was also very curious about how powerful it would be after inheriting the complete version.
On the other side.
Hanzo tore off his somewhat damaged mask, revealing a grim expression. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, tinged with a purple hue from the poison.
Some of his internal organs had been damaged. Kiyohara's strength just now had been overwhelming, the recoil constantly reverberating through his body.
If the poison sac within him were to rupture, even he would not be able to withstand it.
"Kiyohara… Kiyohara…"
Hanzo's face darkened.
Back then, he had defeated three of Konoha's most celebrated prodigies alone, granting them the title of the Legendary Sannin.
Yet today, he had nearly fallen at the hands of Tsunade's disciple.
Although it was the result of multiple forces joining together, Hanzo understood clearly that Kiyohara was growing stronger day by day, while he himself was growing weaker.
Aging was something everyone had to face.
At the same time, there was a trace of admiration in Hanzo's heart.
"If you had been born in a hidden village…"
Hanzo muttered to himself, then shook his head.
There were no ifs.
The world was like this. Some people were destined to be enemies.
He stood up and began treating his injuries.
The ribs in his chest needed to be set, the internal injuries required care, and his chakra needed to recover.
This failure would shake his position within the Land of Rain.
And the Akatsuki had already grown into a significant force.
"Yahiko, Nagato, Konan… and that Kiyohara…"
Hanzo finished bandaging his wounds and looked at the Amegakure shinobis following him.
On a high piece of terrain, Obito stood silently, his Sharingan watching the direction of the battlefield through his mask.
"The Demonic Statue of the Outer Path… Nagato really used it."
"And Kiyohara actually learned Sage Arts…"
Obito frowned.
Where did this guy even learn that?
"Lord Madara's plan has encountered a variable."
The spiral White Zetsu wrapped around Obito spoke.
He felt that among humans, the Uchiha clan was truly something remarkable.
Obito had awakened an extremely powerful space time ninjutsu, while Kiyohara was also a external member of the Uchiha clan.
He had already awakened the three tomoe Sharingan, and who knew when he might awaken the Mangekyo, his strength rising rapidly.
So this was the Uchiha.
(End of Chapter)