Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, more than two months had gone by.
At the bottom of the deep pool, it was pitch-black, with undercurrents surging.
Suddenly, a pair of eyes opened abruptly in the darkness, like two stars in the depths of the night sky, shining brilliantly. A dazzling, sword-like glint burst forth.
"Steel Flash!"
At the bottom of the pool, Ryōken casually swung his sword, unleashing an overwhelmingly powerful force.
It was as if an invisible force had cleaved apart everything before him. A fissure-like abyss immediately appeared beneath the deep pool, lingering with residual sword intent. Even beneath tens of thousands of tons of water, it remained impossible for the gap to close.
Outside the pool, the sunlight was gentle and pleasantly warm.
Hiwa Hyuga, who had been resting, revealed a trace of confusion. In that instant just now, she had vaguely sensed a flash of sharp intent. Yet when she carefully tried to seek it out, there was nothing, as though it had merely been an illusion.
She instinctively thought of Ryōken, but looking at the utterly still surface of the pool, it did not seem to have been him.
The pool.
Ryōken suddenly burst out of the water, chakra shrouding his body like a cloak. He leaped into the air and landed steadily beside the deep pool.
Only then did the pool seem to react. Its tranquil surface suddenly sank slightly, and with a thunderous roar, the entire pool began to churn violently. Whirlpools appeared everywhere, as if a giant at the bottom were stirring it.
Watching this scene, Ryōken slowly shook his head, a hint of dissatisfaction appearing on his face.
At this point, the growth of Ryōken's strength had entered a gradual phase. Though it was still incredibly fast compared to