How...
Minato Namikaze's clawed right hand stopped just one centimeter from the Masked Man's mask. Yet his expression turned strange, as if he had noticed something wrong and could not bring himself to strike. Or perhaps that single centimeter seemed like an insurmountable gulf—right before his eyes, yet impossible to cross.
This... this feeling...
What was this sense of dissonance?
At the same time, Yamanaka Inoichi, whose hand was likewise about to touch Uchiha Nobuhiko's body, stopped at that one-centimeter distance. All it would take was a light grab to touch Uchiha Nobuhiko.
Yet that single centimeter felt like an uncrossable distance, and he stopped.
"Ichiro, Endo, Esaki, are you all right?!"
At that moment, a strange look flashed across the captain's stern face as he landed in a half-crouch and urgently called out.
"N-No... we're fine."
Behind him, the others, who had also landed in half-crouches, answered.
But their expressions carried the same strange look as their captain's.
"Hirohiko? What's wrong?"
Yukina, kneeling beside Chiba, looked at Hirohiko, who had suddenly stopped moving, and could not help asking.
"I... I don't know. Yukina, don't you feel it? This sense of dissonance?"
However, Hirohiko, who had stopped moving, wore that same strange expression. He stared at the two seals within Chiba's body, blood-red light gathering in his Mangekyō Sharingan. His right eye socket was already brimming with blood, yet at this moment, the two seals in his vision seemed shrouded in a sense of dissonance.
He could see them, but it also seemed as though he could no longer see them.
"A sense of dissonance?"
Hearing that, Yukina froze slightly, seemingly unable to process it.
"Minato, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"
But before she could react, Kushina, standing diagonally behind Hirohiko, spoke up.
At that moment, seeing her husband's hand