Uchiha Pride

The second round of the battle was about to begin.

"Are there more than a hundred?" Mimi tossed aside the sword in her hand, swung her arm, and drove it into the mud before her. "Your Sharingan."

The future Obito had benefited from the Uchiha clan's extermination, leaving him with what looked like at least eight hundred Sharingan, even after excluding those he couldn't use.

Madara had, at most, a dozen pairs in total.

Danzo had some as well, but they had all been reclaimed, and there weren't many of them.

Faced with Mimi's question, Madara refused to answer and looked toward Jigen.

"Hey, you over there. Don't hold me back."

Jigen sneered at Madara's remark, looking as if he couldn't be bothered to answer.

In his eyes, aside from Kaguya, everyone else in this world was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

He glanced at Madara's Rinnegan.

A lowly mongrel of inferior blood.

So it seemed unlikely that he would cooperate properly.

"Have you finished discussing it?"

Mimi spoke as she swept back her windswept hair and smiled.

"Can we start?"

At those words, Madara and Jigen both tensed.

It's coming!

The first strike wins!

With a thunderous boom, Jigen launched himself forward. The injuries on his body had completely healed, and he shot straight toward Mimi.

"Haven't you learned your lesson?"

Mimi turned her head toward the charging Jigen.

A typical man of few words and ruthless action, he had once again chosen a strategy centered on Taijutsu.

Behind Mimi's mask, her eyes began to spin rapidly, locking onto her opponent's figure.

They looked like ordinary brown-black human eyes, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that they were not a single eye.

Countless eyes were densely arranged together, forming regular hexagons. Fine lines made up the