"Hm?"
Uchiha Ten had only just entered the Wild Zone when he suddenly stopped. His Mangekyō Sharingan, patterned like a hexagram, looked toward the back of a huge tree as he frowned slightly.
Was it his imagination?
Just now, he had vaguely sensed fluctuations in space coming from that direction.
But when he looked again, it seemed as though it had merely been his imagination.
His scarlet eyes flickered faintly. If it was an illusion, the chances were far too small. He did not think he was sensitive enough to start hallucinating.
In other words, was an unknown person watching him from that direction just now—or even now?
"Kamui."
The hexagram pattern in Uchiha Ten's left eye began to spin as his gaze locked firmly onto the place where he had sensed the spatial fluctuations.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Like a black hole, amid sharp, icy sounds, the spatial nodes within Uchiha Ten's field of vision began to rotate. Then, everything in his sight was instantly twisted by space and ground into powder.
This was Kamui's power to distort everything—difficult to evade and difficult to defend against.
Among those of the same rank, aside from Espers with spatial abilities, others would likely not even realize how they had died.
"Has it already left?"
Uchiha Ten frowned slightly as he looked toward the direction, which still showed no movement.
Or did the other party possess an ability similar to Kamui that could conceal itself?
Uchiha Ten stared ahead for roughly ten minutes before finally leaving slowly.
No matter what the other party's intentions were, Uchiha Ten, whose bloodline had already transformed and evolved into the Mangekyō Sharingan, was not worried.
With his current strength, quite a few people in the First Sequence could defeat him, but there were very few who could