The two of them had nearly exhausted every means at their disposal in this battle.
Of the four members of the Kirigakure squad, the three besides Yagura were in unknown condition, dead or alive.
Yet even so, they had failed to inflict any meaningful damage on Sasori. Only a few insignificant puppets had been destroyed.
Uchiha Shingen's life-or-death assault had ultimately done no more than destroy the puppet identical to Sasori's true body.
The pressure was so overwhelming that the people present could barely breathe.
Only now did they truly understand just how terrifying those who stood at the pinnacle of the ninja world—beings capable of capturing a Kage head-on—really were.
Uchiha Shingen, standing in the center with his sword in hand, felt it more keenly than anyone.
Tch—!
A Chunin Exam could casually produce a monster like this. If they really went to war, wouldn't that be even worse?!
Under these circumstances, slacking off in the Police Force was no different from waiting to die.
Though there had never been much difference to begin with, the feeling of being at someone else's mercy—of possibly dying on a whim of theirs—made Uchiha Shingen intensely uncomfortable.
I'm still too weak.
So weak that at a time like this, I don't even have the ability to protect myself!
If I survive this, I absolutely won't leave my post until my Sharingan evolves!
In an instant.
Countless thoughts flashed through Uchiha Shingen's mind, but his hands had already formed the seals for Izanagi.
Before this, he had never imagined he would truly be pushed this far.
Whoosh—!
The wind howled as it surged in like a raging tide from all directions, stirring the nearly frozen air around them.
Standing amid the human puppets, Sasori wore no expression of triumph. Instead, his face was