It really... had no effect!
When Hirohiko saw the hand reaching out from the explosive pillar of blazing white fire, his heart lurched. Another layer of stiffness spread across his horrified face.
Unconsciously, he swallowed. His eyes remained fixed on that hand stretching out from the flames as the three tomoe in his Sharingan slowly contracted. Cold sweat immediately beaded at his temples and down his back.
Despair had already settled over his heart.
It's over...
There's really nothing left I can do!
Even the Flame Dragon White Waterfall Technique couldn't work. Any contingencies I could think of or had prepared are completely useless now.
I...
I can't hurt him at all.
No tactics will work now, and his speed completely surpasses mine. Even if I run, I won't be able to escape.
And by now, he has probably completely figured me out. He should know I've exhausted all my tricks. His next attack will definitely be fatal! At that moment, enveloped in despair, his body rigid and drenched in cold sweat, Hirohiko clearly understood what he was about to face. Throughout this battle's repeated desperate situations, he had become increasingly adept at grasping his enemy's present movements and possible future actions. Only by seeing through the enemy's movements could he arrange tactics and follow-up measures. In that regard, he had already become quite outstanding. If he survived, his tactical ability would likely be enough for him to stand on his own.
But his understanding of his enemy's movements told him that survival was no longer possible.
What awaited him was a fatal blow.
No! No... impossible!
*How could he not be injured at all? How could that be possible? Under an explosion's impact and such high temperatures, even steel would begin to melt. How could his body be that