Whenever there was a need to kill an enemy without fail, Mizuki never gave it any special thought.
After around four years in the Shinobi World, he had long since adapted to being a qualified ninja amid constant fear and caution. Otherwise, he could not possibly have survived until today.
Ninjas, as the name implied, were people capable of enduring. Only by bearing pressures ordinary people could not withstand did they gain power beyond that of ordinary people.
Aptitude and talent were actually rather unreliable things. In reality, their effect was far inferior to perseverance and hard work.
Of course, a few truly gifted geniuses were different.
Geniuses were those rare, distant figures. What they left to ordinary people was merely their backdrop—something to envy, yet impossible to reach.
Uchiha Obito was such a genius.
Born into a Kekkei Genkai clan that already stood above ordinary people, his temperament was also exceptionally suited to bringing out the Sharingan's power.
The trait of being an obsessive man deeply attached to his emotions was rare enough in itself. Rarer still was someone who could uphold it to the very end and turn it into tangible strength.
Yet this genius, who should have possessed limitless prospects, was now hiding in Kamui Space, struggling to catch his breath and lick his wounds. Just as he intended to strike again, he stared in shock at Mizuki, who had appeared out of nowhere within the space.
"How is that possible? How did you get here?"
His strength was at an unprecedented low, yet he had run straight into a powerful enemy. It was truly enough to drive one to despair.
Mizuki did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked around at Kamui Space, a place he had encountered once before.
"No matter how I look at it,