Patiently Waiting

If this continued, all the nearby spaces for dodging would be filled with Spike Pillars.

Until there was nowhere left to dodge, and the entire body was impaled on Wooden Spikes.

Madara drew his blade, sweeping it around his body as he raced forward, hacking and slashing.

Under the unstoppable Kusanagi Sword, splinters flew in sheets, looking no sturdier than tofu.

But Madara was far from relaxed.

Force did not simply disappear.

At the moment of contact, it transferred to the blade, then from the blade to Madara.

Seriously...

"Will this ever end?!"

A minute?

Or two minutes?

He had no time to pay attention. Madara focused on wielding his blade, his pair of Rinnegan fixed on the movements of the Wooden Spikes as the sword light whirled into a continuous blur.

But in his palms, the wounds caused by the friction of the impacts healed and split, split and healed, aided by his regenerative constitution. His hands trembled faintly.

Drops of blood fell haphazardly across the ground, slowly rolling off the leaves of the weeds before soaking into the soil. Beneath the soil, fungal hyphae extended outward and pierced into the blood.

The view kept zooming in. In the microscopic world, tiny Insects swam toward the blood cells. Their synapses extended right after, making contact with the cells.

The cells began identifying them. Once the verification succeeded, they autonomously opened their cell walls, allowing the tiny Insects to enter the core region.

Before the genes.

Elsewhere, Jigen kept shifting at high speed, relying on his small size to move and weave through the enormous gaps.

Mimi turned her head toward him.

Although that guy had shrunk, his strength had not changed. Otherwise, he could not possibly maintain such a high-speed movement at this size. It was rather complicated; what