Sasuke's cheek was pressed tightly against the scorching sand. He could smell the metallic tang of his own blood.
Since the Night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre, he had never felt so powerless, so utterly at someone else's mercy.
He had pursued power at any cost, all so he would never have to feel this way again.
But in the end, the higher he climbed, the harder he fell.
In the face of absolute divine power, his so-called Kage Level strength and the Rinnegan he had once been so proud of had both become a joke.
His fingers dug deep into the sand, his nails cracking from the strain.
No... I can't... let it end like this...
If he lost even the will to fight back, how was he any different from a dog someone could casually stomp to death?
Just then, a hoarse voice sounded by his ear. It was faint, as if coming from right along the ground.
"...Use your left eye... to give him... an opening, just for a moment..."
It was Obito!
He was sprawled on the sand not far away, his body pinned down by Jin's power, but his Sharingan was still active.
Sasuke immediately understood what Obito meant. He would use his Rinnegan ability, Heavenly Hand Power, to switch Jin with some object at the moment Jin attacked, creating an opening—even if it lasted only a tenth of a second.
It was a reckless gamble. Given Jin's strength, there was a ninety-nine percent chance he would see through such a simple trick. And if it failed, Sasuke would enrage Jin beyond measure and die for certain.
But... it was their only chance.
Sasuke didn't hesitate for an instant. His left eye, the Rinnegan that held the Six Paths Power, suddenly unleashed an astonishing force.