Could he suppress me with speed?
Tch! I was completely suppressed! Amid the dispersing haze of dust and smoke, Uchiha Nobuhiko's eyes constantly moved—left, right, suddenly backward, then sharply back to the front. As his gaze shifted, Susanoo's hands continuously changed direction as well, grabbing, blocking, crossing, moving left and right.
Yet the movements of his eyes and Susanoo's skeletal arms seemed strangely out of sync. Often, his eyes had already turned left while his arms struck to the right. Even then, the strike would not land; it would stop midway, turn, and swing left instead. But by then, his gaze had often shifted elsewhere again, forcing the arms to change direction halfway through a grab toward the left and strike wherever he was looking. Back and forth it went—his line of sight was always half a beat faster than his arms, while his arms struck, stiffened, stopped, turned, then froze in midair. He looked like some malfunctioning, out-of-control machine.
"Crack!"
At that moment, his gaze suddenly snapped straight ahead. The instant his eyes settled, a flash of cold light streaked toward him and slashed across Susanoo's chest without suspense. A sharp sound of shattering rang out.
Too slow...
I'm too slow!
In that instant, his eyes had immediately turned toward Susanoo's chest. He could see every detail of the incredibly swift strike with perfect clarity—not a single trace or tiny tremor escaped him. Yet Susanoo's skeletal arm, which he meant to use for blocking and attacking, had only just stopped its swing toward the left. It had not even begun to turn.
Meanwhile, Minato Namikaze, who had unleashed that flash of cold light, was already about to pass by him, one foot having landed on the ground.
He was too slow!
His speed was too slow! Even if his