Just as Sen was about to bring his blade down on the Sunagakure ninja's leg, a warm, soft hand firmly grasped the arm holding his sword.
A familiar voice rang out beside his ear, filled with anxiety and concern:
"Sen! Stop! Don't let the killing intent consume you!"
Sen turned his head and saw that familiar face: jet-black hair, eyes that curved into beautiful crescents whenever she smiled. But now, there was not the slightest trace of laughter in them.
Mikoto... is that you?
The madness and scarlet in Sen's eyes slowly faded, and reason regained the upper hand.
Thinking back, he truly had been like a wild beast that had lost control, wanting only to tear everything before him to pieces.
The increase in Mental Power and the evolution of his Sharingan seemed to have amplified the bloodlust and obsession lurking within the Uchiha bloodline.
Was this the Uchiha Clan's "bloodline disease"?
"Your chakra was terrifying just now." Only after seeing Sen regain his senses did Mikoto let go of his hand in lingering fear.
"It was cold and violent. It didn't feel like you at all."
Sen exhaled a breath of turbid air and ended the suffering of the Sunagakure ninja, who had long since been scared senseless, with a single slash.
"I'm fine," he said softly. "I'll deal with the last one."
With that, his figure flashed, and the green vapor of the Eight Inner Gates erupted once more.
The fleeing Sunagakure Jonin had not gotten far before Sen caught up with him.
After several exchanges, Sen executed him with one clean strike. His speed was simply too fast now, and the other man had already been frightened out of his wits.
The battle over, Sen was about to deactivate the Eight Inner Gates when he looked