Inside the Hokage's Office, the air was still thick with the Nine-Tails Chakra's distinctive sulfurous odor and the scorched smell of carbonized wooden furniture.
Baishi leaned against the back of his chair, his right hand suspended in midair. Five slender fingers spread slightly, their tips wrapped in silver Yin Release Threads finer than strands of hair. The threads vanished into the void, spanning dozens of kilometers before piercing the backs of the Hyuga ninja in the Forest of Death with pinpoint accuracy.
He could clearly feel the resistance transmitted through his fingertips. It was the weight of dozens of living bodies, the tension of taut muscles, and the pulse of blood surging through veins. The sensation of treating living people like Puppets on Strings and manipulating them at will brought a pleased curve to Baishi's lips.
Within the Water Mirror, wind and snow raged.
The Mutant, stitched together from Wood Release and Ice Release, had been enraged by the strange formation of the insects before it. It opened its maw, covered in wood grain and ice crystals, and a muffled roar erupted from deep within its throat.
Then, an icy breath several meters in diameter, mixed with sharp icicles, crashed toward the Hyuga Clan's formation like an avalanche.
Baishi's gaze was cold as he gently flicked his index and middle fingers.
On the battlefield, the dozens of Hyuga ninja did not think or feel fear. The 360-degree, blind-spot-free "Byakugan Sky Net" in Baishi's mind was operating at overload. Wind speed, the trajectory of falling snow, and the spread and speed of the icy breath were all quantified into cold data.
Hyuga Hiashi and the others slid to the left in unison, their movements completely violating human biomechanics and combat instincts. Then their bodies bent backward at an eerie angle.
Whoosh!