A Desperate Gamble

Madara was already very old. The various injuries he had suffered in the past were no longer a serious problem under the effects of Hashirama Cells.

What was truly fatal had always been his approaching lifespan limit, flickering like a candle in the wind.

However, in actual medical cases, there was a specific term for Madara's current condition.

A final burst of vitality.

Mimi noticed it the moment they met.

In reality, it was still difficult to judge how much power Madara could bring to bear.

Even a lion used its full strength to fight a rabbit, let alone Madara, who was no rabbit. Mimi would not underestimate her opponent because of that.

"Attack first."

She spoke up as a reminder, showing her contempt.

As Mimi spoke in a forceful, icy tone, she suddenly clenched her fist.

Fixed-Time Control: Compression

The air trembled. An invisible spherical barrier enveloped Madara's entire body, compressing inward with Madara at its center.

This was another application of Banshō Ten'in.

"Shinra Tensei!"

Madara counterattacked at once. His Rinnegan flashed, and invisible repulsive force surged out from his body, colliding with the force field pressing in from all sides. As space itself collided, the space at the point of contact visibly began to warp.

Only gravity could oppose gravity.

It was exactly as expected.

"Terrifying." Pitcher Plant spoke from underground. "The aftershock of their exchange alone has warped space."

Black Zetsu had seen this move before. He had not thought much of it then, but now it seemed this woman had even mastered the Rinnegan's abilities. There was something seriously wrong with her.

Did I miss some important information?

Black Zetsu thought as hard as he could.

"Five seconds." Mimi released her hand and said, "You haven't slacked off in your training all these years, have