In the blink of an eye, another three days passed. In the basement of Shiro's house, Minato, Kushina, Tiezhu, Kakashi, and today's main character, the girl, stood behind Shiro, waiting quietly.
A short while later, Ayue, Sakura, and Tenten pushed open the basement door and walked in as well. What Shiro was going to do today would be somewhat beneficial for them to observe.
Seeing that Ayue and the others were in position, Shiro turned to look at Minato and gave a slight nod. Then he picked up the Death God Mask placed in the middle of the basement and gently fastened it over his face.
"Kakashi, focus. If you can understand this process, I'll allow you to further develop Death Realm Form!"
Kakashi's eyes sharpened, and he nodded gravely. After his battle with Obito, he had come to understand the limits of his own strength in the deepest way. If he relied on ninjutsu alone, he could never surpass Obito. Ninjutsu had limits. Ordinary ninjutsu found it very difficult to surpass Kekkei Genkai, and what was more, the Sharingan stood above most Kekkei Genkai!
The Mangekyo Sharingan was only the beginning, absolutely not the end.
After giving Kakashi his instructions, Shiro shook his head, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable. The expert image he had worked so hard to build over the years was about to collapse.
After fastening on the mask, Shiro suddenly spread both arms. Gone was his usual elegance; he began to dance in an absurdly comical way, like an ancient shaman performing a ritual.
However, none of the people present laughed at this ridiculous scene. Instead, each of them furrowed their brows tightly.
At that moment, the aura Shiro radiated as he flailed his arms and legs felt different to everyone there.
In Kakashi's eyes, this