But now, that Hamura Otsutsuki—the one who couldn't even hurt him with a single finger, who could muster only one futile counterattack by exhausting his Soul Power; the one who had appeared as a soul, already on the verge of fading away—had actually left a bloody mark in the palm of his hand!
"How could this be..." For the first time, Genki's voice trembled. His tone was full of disbelief and astonishment. He slowly raised his right hand, staring fixedly at the bloody mark in his palm as his scarlet Nine Magatama Sharingan spun wildly, trying to see through it all.
"How could a soul on the verge of vanishing... hurt me?"
He could clearly feel that the bloody mark in his palm, though shallow, carried a faint trace of the Tenseigan's and Truth-Seeking Orb's fundamental power. That power was weak, yet exceptionally strange. It seeped slowly into his body through his palm, slightly disrupting the Takamagahara Power around him.
This astonished him far more than defeating Hamura or destroying the Shinobi World.
He had always believed himself invincible in the Shinobi World, that no one could hurt him. But Hamura Otsutsuki's final attack had shattered that belief, leaving a tiny yet glaring blemish on his aura of invincibility.
In midair, Genki continued to stare fixedly at the bloody mark in his palm, his brows knitted together. The arrogance and indifference on his face had been completely replaced by shock and confusion.
He couldn't understand how a soul on the verge of vanishing could possibly hurt him;
he couldn't understand what power Hamura's final attack had contained that it could pierce through his Takamagahara Power and leave a bloody mark in his palm.
Below, Hagoromo was still groaning in pain, and the Shinobi World remained in ruins. Yet at that