Fifty seconds had passed since Isshiki shrank himself to quantum size.
An inscrutable smile hung on Gentō's face. His right eye suddenly lit up, activating the Dōjutsu Tokitsumori. It enveloped only him, taking him back one minute.
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki was swinging his right fist at Gentō with boundless might.
This was the moment before he used Shinjutsu to escape.
"Eight Gates Released Formation, Eighth Gate, Gate of Death-open!"
Red steam burned around Gentō's body. Every breath he took was enough to whip up a storm.
Without hesitation, he poured his energy madly into the black staff. Dense golden markings nearly covered the entire Coiling Dragon Staff, and the dragon upon the Immortal Tool writhed as though it had truly come alive.
A majestic, solemn dragon's roar rang out from the Coiling Dragon Staff.
Then he thrust the staff forward, blasting Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's left arm into a mist of blood.
The sand nourished by the silver blood became blanketed in green in the blink of an eye. The forests that sprang up also radiated vast quantities of pure chakra.
For the next hundred years, this place would be a sacred ground for ninjutsu cultivation.
"Uchiha Gentō!!!"
Isshiki let out a furious howl, his face twisting savagely.
Golden light shone in his right eye once again. His Shinjutsu, Sukunahikona, was about to activate.
A massive black vortex appeared behind Isshiki. Gentō swung his staff, knocking Isshiki through it and onto the ground inside his Yomi Space.
He stepped into the vortex after him, then closed the entrance to the Yomi Space. Holding the staff behind his neck with both hands, he stared at Isshiki with cold, expressionless indifference.
One above and the other below, the two faced off.
"A time-based Dōjutsu!"
Ignoring the silver blood spilling from his right arm and the