"Ahhh! What kind of monster are you?!"
"You can't be human! Absolutely impossible!!"
Just as Imu silently awaited King Enma's rebirth in the Sea Star Underworld, Nahama's terrified roar suddenly rang out on the Shinobi World side, three Star Gates away.
Six days. They had fought fiercely for six entire days.
The peninsula at the westernmost edge of the Shinobi World Continent had been utterly devastated.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast sea of magma or thick sheets of ice, with enormous volcanoes and icebergs rising and falling across the land.
Whenever the two sides collided, billowing steam formed, like clusters of white clouds on the ground.
No living thing would likely survive in this region for at least a century.
[Roar----]
Sakazuki, wreathed in sky-high flames and swirling black smoke, remained silent.
Amid repeated Sound Explosions, he rushed in front of Nahama and drove a fist brimming with powerful Haki and terrifying impact straight into the latter's face.
A visible ring of air burst between fist and face.
Nahama threw its head back, coughing blood as it became a black blur shooting away.
Its consciousness was somewhat hazy.
But what Nahama found most unacceptable—and incomprehensible—was how this battle had turned out this way.
This human, this detestable human, this damned human! Why? Why could he endure the agony of demonic flames again and again?
The black flames had struck his body countless times. He was already covered in wounds, with obvious burn marks even on his face and neck!
Yet he kept a cold expression and refused to let go, continuously throwing punches that seemed to concentrate the might of a volcanic eruption into a single point. They were incredibly precise and difficult to evade.
And there was his unprecedented stamina! His endurance!