Kagami Uchiha nodded. With his ever-changing Sharingan and the Four-Tails in his hands, this was naturally the best possible outcome. He just did not know whether his eyes could endure it. He had kept his Mangekyou open for far too long. The side effects were becoming increasingly obvious, and his eyesight was declining. Controlling the Four-Tails required considerable ocular power. Before long, his eyes might give out! But for Konoha, all of this was worth it.
Mirai and his grandmother arrived at Oromo's tent. Mirai did not have a tent of his own. Nawaki's corpse lay in his grandmother's tent. No one wanted to go to Jiraiya's tent. It was not just him—no one could get used to that place. It was filthy and ugly. Setting up a decent tent was harder than climbing to the heavens. As a future scientist, Orochimaru had exceptional self-discipline. His tent was cleaner than the old woman's.
Sitting in Oromo's tent, the group chatted as they ate the KFC Mirai had brought.
"So spatial tolerance can even let us eat hot chicken on the front lines." Orochimaru rarely envied Mirai. Spatial tolerance and the like were not bloodline limits. Looking at Mirai's talent, it was a pity he did not possess such an ability.
Mirai smiled. "Actually, I can only manage this much. But with technology, ordinary people may be able to do it in the future." At the same time, he decided to fool Oromo. In truth, if Oromo had not gone down the wrong path, he might still have been all right.
"Ah?!" Hearing Mirai's words, the three present looked at him curiously. What was technology? How had they never heard this new term before?
Only the young Oromo stared at Mirai. The world of Huo Ying was full of bizarre technology.