Tap!
The falling figure landed in a half-crouch, hands braced against the ground to slow his descent, touching down lightly.
Yet those Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan showed no change whatsoever. With the same cold expression, Uchiha Nobuhiko looked up at the blazing fireball overhead, like a sun of Black Flames that occasionally spat out tongues of fire, and slowly rose to his feet.
Did he burn to death?
Or...
That thought crossed his mind.
Crack, crack, crack!
Clatter, clatter, clatter!
Just as Uchiha Nobuhiko stood up with his head raised and that thought flashed through his mind, the broken, charred remains of the Wood Dragon and countless shattered blackened chunks of wood rained down like a sudden storm, pattering all around him in a chaotic din.
However, Uchiha Nobuhiko did not even spare those raining wood fragments a glance. His gaze remained fixed on the black fireball. Whenever a splinter was about to strike him, he merely brushed it aside with a casual wave, while his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan never shifted.
No! I should still take precautions.
If that guy could die so easily, I wouldn't have had to struggle so much!
And my pride wouldn't have nearly been crushed along with it.
Once the downpour of wooden debris subsided, the pockmarked clearing was filled with wisps of smoke and dust rising as high as his knees. Uchiha Nobuhiko slowly raised his hands and brought them together, a trace of solemnity appearing in his otherwise icy expression.
Whoosh!
The instant his hands came together, he formed several seals in a blur. A whirlwind mixed with countless wind blades suddenly spiraled up from beneath his feet, exploding outward like waves made of cutting wind and howling in every direction.
Crack, crack, crack!
In an instant, the wind-blade whirlwind swept through. The trees