Parallel Ninja World.
Uchiha Compound.
"You trash, hiding behind tricks!"
"You dare impersonate Lord Madara? Die!"
A hot-tempered young Uchiha could no longer restrain himself.
He suddenly drew the tachi from his back, its blade instantly wreathed in blazing flames.
"Die!"
The tachi cleaved toward the masked man's head.
The flames carved a dazzling crimson arc through the night.
Whether in speed or power, this strike was flawless.
Everyone present held their breath, staring fixedly at that flash of steel.
But then—
A scene that made everyone's scalps tingle unfolded.
The flaming tachi passed directly through the masked man's body.
There was no sharp clang of metal striking metal, nor the dull sound of flesh being cut apart.
The young man's hands gripping the blade suddenly met empty air.
Carried by the tremendous momentum, he staggered two steps forward and passed straight through the masked man's body.
"What happened?!"
The young man turned around in shock.
His eyes widened as he stared at the completely unharmed masked man.
His strike had not touched the other man at all!
"Too slow."
"The attacks of mortals like you are not even worthy of touching a Deity."
A low, hoarse chuckle came from the masked man's throat.
His voice brimmed with lofty arrogance.
The single eye beneath the mask's hole gleamed with heavy mockery.
He turned around unhurriedly and spread his hands.
"Who else wants to try?"
"Is this all the Uchiha Clan can do? Such weak, powerless tricks?"
Arrogant.
Arrogant to the extreme.
The surrounding Uchiha clansmen were furious to the extreme.
Kunai and Shuriken rained down like a storm.
Yet every single ninja tool passed straight through the masked man's body.
He stood there as if he existed in another dimension.
Everyone present wore grave expressions.
Sarutobi Hiruzen tightened his grip