Sunrise and sunset, two days of fierce battle.
The battlefield had shifted from the gorge to the coastline.
The Third Raikage's lightning armor had dimmed. Crisscrossing scars covered his bronze torso, and every heavy breath carried a scorched scent.
Most terrifying was the massive depression in his chest. White bone protruded through the skin, and his heart could visibly be seen beating against flesh.
If Kumogakure's shinobi saw the Third Raikage they revered as a god in such a bedraggled state, they would surely think the world had gone mad.
The Raikage pulled at the corner of his mouth, forcing out an inexplicable bitterness. "Uchiha Kamizuki... you are a... monster wearing human skin..."
Amid the rolling waves, Kamizuki slowly emerged, the seawater evaporating from the heat of his body.
His entire body was covered in cracked marks like volcanic lava, with blood-red steam spilling from the fissures.
Through the hollow in his chest... the bright moon over the sea could be seen.
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Whoosh—!!
The Raikage had already lost count of how many times Kamizuki had launched an attack at him.
Clearly...
You're already like this, so what are you still holding on for?!
The scarlet Sharingan had lost focus. A layer of gray-white deathly stillness covered his empty pupils, and Kamizuki seemed like a soulless shell.
After his battle with Hanzo, he had crossed the entire Land of Fire to get here without stopping for even a moment.
Not only that, throughout this process, Kamizuki had constantly endured blood boiling that would drive an ordinary person mad in a single second.
The scorching Nine-Tails chakra, the backlash of Ibuse's poison, the blows of the Shinobi World's Strongest Spear...
Even the strongest body could not withstand such depletion.
Too irrational.
No matter how one looked at it, Kamizuki had