"Go on."
Facing Blood Moon Silver Robe's final addition, Hada Ichiba took a slight breath and spoke simply.
No openings at all?
And what did he mean by this body? Though his words sounded like resigned compromise, Hada Ichiba had not compromised in his heart.
However, his careful, unobtrusive scrutiny yielded only one conclusion: flawless.
At this moment, Blood Moon Silver Robe had his head slightly lowered, his gaze seemingly cast down, apparently not even looking at him. His body was slightly curled in the natural posture of someone whose chest had been pierced. He truly looked like someone with a hole through his chest. Yet Hada Ichiba could not find a single opening, as if Uchiha Nobuhiko remained flawless even while injured.
Or rather, even with such severe injuries, he was still no match for this man.
In fact, he was the one being controlled now.
He understood clearly that although Uchiha Nobuhiko's gaze was not on him, any unusual movement from him might bring irreparable consequences.
So this was...
The gap? At this moment, Hada Ichiba clearly felt the gap between himself and this existence that surpassed the Shinobi World.
It was no longer simply a gap in strength, but a gap between dimensions.
When Taki Chiba had taught him senjutsu, he had learned so quickly that he had believed he could at least fight Uchiha Nobuhiko with senjutsu.
But now, it seemed he had been wrong.
Painfully wrong.
This was not a matter of whether he could fight him. It was a matter of dimensions.
Senjutsu was already considered power that led toward the strongest class. Anyone who mastered it would possess strength at least above Kage-level.
That might have been enough for Hada Ichiba to dominate the Shinobi World. No matter how little he relied on