"That aura was terrifying—stronger than Tsunade's."
Ronglin's face went pale as he quickly retreated, refusing to confront White Fang's aura head-on. Otherwise, it might injure his mind.
It was a simple, unadorned slash. Yet to Ronglin, it felt as though it could cleave open the entire sky. This utterly ordinary, straightforward strike was seen with perfect clarity by Ronglin, who had activated his Sharingan, Byakugan, and Power of Time at once. The slash was far from as simple as it appeared; it contained an incomparably profound mystery. If anyone underestimated it because of that, then when the blade came down upon them, they would not even have the chance to regret it.
With one slash, White Fang appeared to have merely struck at empty air. But upon closer inspection, one would notice that he was breathing slightly heavily. Ronglin, meanwhile, stood frozen while clutching the short blade White Fang had given him. The Three Tomoe in his eyes spun from time to time, proving that he was currently in an extremely unstable state.
Could he see it?
If he could, then all White Fang could say was that the Uchiha and Hyuga clans had produced a monster. He hoped they could erase the hatred in the boy's heart. Otherwise, once he grew up, he would become a disaster for both clans.
"Phew... phew..."
Only after a long while did Ronglin come back to his senses, gasping for breath. Still, the gains had been excellent.
So this was another way to use the Power of Time. Ronglin had discovered something astonishing: the Power of Time could gather the profundity contained within that slash and allow him to comprehend it.
It was like the Power of Time was a massive camera that recorded everything. Whenever Ronglin needed it, he could review it