The most unreasonable thing was raw power. That was why there were almost no ways to counter advanced taijutsu, and nothing could be immune to its damage.
If you still couldn't win, it wasn't because taijutsu was weak—it was because you weren't strong enough.
With power on the level of Might Guy after opening the Gate of Death in the Eight Inner Gates, even the Ten-Tails' Jinchuriki could be beaten flat.
This was the limit of mortals. A Tenseigan, capable of manipulating attraction and repulsion to the point of pushing the moon into the Shinobi World, had long surpassed the limits the Shinobi World could endure.
As long as he had enough chakra to sustain it and his body could withstand it, Mizuki alone could crush the entire Shinobi World into dust.
Of course, that was only the ideal scenario. Even so-called "infinite chakra" and an "immortal body" were merely part of the vast system that was the Shinobi World. If the Shinobi World collapsed, every ability bestowed by it would vanish into nothing.
Cutting open one Root Time-Space had already been quite taxing. After battle after battle, he had used up a considerable amount of the chakra he had accumulated over more than three years. If he had to break them one by one through brute force, Mizuki might truly die of exhaustion.
"This is really giving me a headache. It's too unfair that I'm always the one doing all the work. Those guys hiding behind the scenes and waiting to fish in troubled waters have watched enough of the show, haven't they...?"
Drawing a deep breath, Mizuki gathered most of the chakra in his body into the Tenseigan before releasing it all at once. Gravity, thick and sticky as glue, drew the severed Root Time-Space and the five