To the Senju Clan, the fan crest on Izuna's back—symbolizing Uchiha glory—looked especially glaring and especially despairing amid the smoke and bloodshed.
Senyo watched Izuna from afar and noticed that Izuna possessed exceptional bodily coordination.
Every move he made was free of the slightest stiffness, as natural and fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water. He was a true dancer on the blade's edge.
When he slaughtered the Senju clansmen, there was not the slightest trace of human warmth about him. He was like a cold machine.
"No flaws..."
Senyo landed at the edge of the battlefield, only to hear a dying Senju clansman beside him muttering to himself, his voice filled with awe and fear.
"No flaws" was an assessment of Izuna that Senyo had read in the Uchiha Clan's historical records.
But Senyo shook his head.
Perhaps that very assessment had made Izuna somewhat arrogant.
Still, on this hellish battlefield today, Izuna had lived up to that title perfectly.
Izuna was now the Uchiha Clan's sharpest spear, Madara's most dependable shield and claw.
He had supported the Uchiha Clan through countless protracted battles against the Senju Clan, allowing them to stand firm.
Senyo narrowed his eyes slightly, because he had already seen Tobirama Senju closing in on Izuna with ghostlike speed.
After considering it, he did not move for the moment, quietly watching this fateful turning point of great importance in Shinobi World history.
The battle in the field was at its fiercest when Izuna seemed to seize a once-in-a-lifetime opening.
He fiercely knocked aside a Senju jonin's desperate resistance, his figure shooting forth like an arrow leaving the bow toward a gap exposed in the Senju formation!
His target was a Senju commander in the rear, who was forming hand seals and directing the formation.
At that