Don't Just Dance

Insect Black Forest was in an uproar. Under the earth-shaking tremors, the forest writhed like a giant worm.

Hashirama was still too gentle, though the killing power of Wood Release was already sufficient.

But

Sage Art: Insect Secret Technique: When the Cold Cicadas Cry

A faint insect cry rang out. The mournful chirping of cold cicadas merged into one low, continuous sound.

Something was coming.

Was it a swarm of insects calling?

Madara and Jigen wore solemn expressions.

No, it wasn't the insects calling. There wasn't a single insect in sight.

The Rinnegan spun rapidly as it searched for the enemy, finally fixing its gaze on the branches.

The pitch-black branches were covered in scale-like, glossy black bark. As they writhed, rubbing and trembling faintly, they produced insect-like cries. Gathered together, they formed a mournful, wailing chorus.

The branches began to change. Their tips gradually thinned, forming one sharp needle after another.

The densely packed needles varied in thickness. The thickest were large enough for several or even dozens of people to wrap their arms around, while the thinnest were no thicker than a finger.

The sharp branch tips gleamed like frigid swords. They shifted and converged in one place, rising proudly as they pointed at the two men. The diamond-shaped scales tilted up in neat rows, and in an instant, the branches were covered in savage thorns. The upright thorns resembled barbs.

It wasn't hard to imagine that even a glancing touch would tear flesh and spill blood.

Madara stared at these differences, his brows twitching violently.

Compared with Hashirama's, Insect Princess's Wood Release...

"It's filled to the brim with murderous intent."

And because of that, they would die more painfully.

Standing atop a raised branch, Mimi looked down at the two men.

Pointed structures were the true gods.