It hurt!
This pain, and this...
Dust and smoke billowed into the sky. At the center of the jagged earth and stone, where the smoke was first beginning to thin, a faint groan of pain—almost inaudible—sounded, and a dim black gleam lit up.
"Cough!"
Then came a soft cough. A pitch-black figure slowly rose from the very center of the crater along with that gleam.
"Whoosh!"
What followed was a sound like flames suddenly igniting—or burning more fiercely.
At that sound, the black figure at the center of the already thinning smoke slowly raised his left hand and turned his head slightly, seemingly looking at it.
His left arm, bent inward at an unnatural angle, had already been swallowed by a flame-shaped black shadow.
That bastard...
He used my Amaterasu against me?
Looking at his left arm, bent inward at nearly a right angle and burning with Black Flames, Uchiha Nobuhiko clenched his teeth tightly, whether from pain or fury, as this thought flashed through his mind.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"
At that moment, white vapor like steam slowly rose from his sunken left cheek. That twisted, caved-in, deformed cheek gradually began to fill out.
The instant Taki Chiba's right fist had touched his left arm, one of the Sealing Fire Jutsu Scrolls on the pale yellow-glowing skin of that fist had spun open, instantly releasing enough Amaterasu flames to engulf his left forearm.
Clearly, Taki Chiba had made use of his Amaterasu flames. For the rest of the battle, he would likely have to contend with his own Amaterasu.
Amaterasu had no awareness of friend or foe. It burned whatever it touched—even the one who had released it! "Puff, puff, puff, puff!"
Then, the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan in Uchiha Nobuhiko's left forearm abruptly contracted. The black flames engulfing his