Yamanaka Inoichi and Nara Shikaku exchanged a glance, and both saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
A few minutes?
Gathering nearly four hundred ninja across the entire base and screening them one by one? How could that be possible?!
Even if the entire Yamanaka Clan mobilized and used their secret techniques to read memories one by one, it would take several days and nights at the very least. Not to mention the enemy was White Zetsu, capable of flawless disguises and possibly resistant to mental secret techniques!
However, Sen gave them no time to question him.
He brought his hands together and calmly closed his eyes. Vast chakra surged through his body like an awakened beast!
"Ninja Art: Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A scene a hundred times more spectacular than the one in the desert appeared! White smoke erupted like a tsunami, instantly swallowing the plaza before headquarters. The dense fog rolled into the surrounding forest, merging with the miasma between the trees.
When the smoke was blown away at a visible speed by the powerful currents of chakra, everyone present stopped breathing.
Two hundred Uchiha Sen stood in perfect rows across the plaza!
Every one of them—their posture, expression, even the ominous glow radiating from the Mangekyō Sharingan in their eyes—was identical to the original.
Two hundred pairs of scarlet eyes looked over at once. The mental pressure was so overwhelming it seemed capable of crushing space itself, leaving even Inoichi, a master of the mental arts, gasping for breath.
"Th-this—" Inoichi's voice trembled. His prized sensory ability was telling him an utterly absurd truth. "Every one—every Shadow Clone has chakra approaching that of a Jonin!!"
Nara Shikaku had already gone numb. Silently, he lit a cigarette, a habit he had developed under the