The elite jounin's pupils shrank suddenly and he instinctively took a step back.
He knows Sharingan, knows that it is Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha Clan, and knows that that thing is scary.
But he didn't know what Mangekyō Sharingan was, didn't know what it meant, didn't know what would happen next.
Fugaku stood up.
He gently placed Yuji Itadori's body on the sand, then turned around and faced the Kirigakure Jonin.
There was only anger in his eyes, not sadness.
And the two inverted triangle patterns are slowly rotating.
The jounin took another step back.
He didn't know why, but when he looked into Fugaku's eyes, an indescribable fear suddenly surged in his heart.
It was not the fear of being killed, but something deeper, like time suddenly slowed down, like the whole world was slowing down, like something was changing, but he didn't know what it was.
He moved. He had to kill Fugaku, he had to kill Fugaku before those eyes did anything.
His body rushed forward, as fast as a bolt of lightning, and the two Kunai hit Fugaku's throat and heart.
But the moment he rushed out, he felt it.
The air has changed. It's not getting colder, it's not getting hotter, it's changing.
It became very sticky and thick, as if something had changed the density of the entire space.
His body moved in the air, as if being dragged by something, and every movement was several times slower than usual.
His arms were stretching forward, but very slowly, as if they were paddling in the water.
His feet were moving forward, but very slowly, so slowly that he could clearly feel the touch of each step on the sand.
He didn't know what happened. But Fugaku did.
Fugaku watched the Jonin rushing toward him, watching his movements become slower and slower, so slow that it was as if he was watching a replay that had been slowed down dozens of times.
The man's arm was stretching forward, and the blade of Kunai was shining in the sun, but it would take a long, long time before the knife stabbed his throat.
Return from the Underworld.
Fugaku He doesn't know how the name of this pupil technique appeared in his mind, but it was there, as if it had been written long ago and had been waiting for him for a long time.
Return from the Underworld, can control the flow of time. Slow down one's own or other people's time, speed up one's own or other people's time.
Slowed to the extreme, an enemy's movement can be as slow as a century.
Accelerate to the extreme, and your sword can be as fast as a ray of light.
Fugaku moved.
His speed is not fast, just a normal speed.
But in that world where Jonin has been slowed down dozens of times, the normal speed of Fugaku is light.
He walked up to the Jonin and looked at the slowed down face.
The expression on that face changed little by little.
Fear began to spread from the corners of his eyes, to his eyebrows, to his lips, and to his entire face.
Fugaku can see every subtle change in expression clearly.
He raised his dagger.
The knife was very slow, as slow as cutting a piece of tofu.
But in that Jonin world, he couldn't see anything.
He only felt a chill on his neck, and then his vision began to spin, spin, spin.
He saw his feet, saw the beach, saw the sky, and saw Fugaku's face.
There was no expression on that face, only two inverted triangular eyes rotating slowly.
The Jonin's head slipped from his neck and fell to the sand with a dull sound.
Blood spurted out from the fracture, but in the slowed down time, the blood spurted out like a blooming flower.
Fugaku stood there, watching the blood flower slowly bloom, slowly wither, and slowly fall to the ground.
He turned around and looked at the battlefield.
There were countless Kirigakure ninjas charging, countless Konoha ninjas retreating, and countless children falling down.
The movements of those people slowed down, as if they were watching a video stretched out by Infinity.
He can see everyone's expressions.
Fearful, angry, desperate, numb. He could see the trace of every drop of blood.
It surged from the wound, splashed into the air, shone in the sun, and then slowly fell back down.
He can see the flight path of every Kunai.
It was thrown from one person's hand, drew an arc in the air, and then stabbed into the body of another person.
Fugaku moved. His body was like a spring that was compressed to the extreme, and suddenly popped open, as fast as a black lightning.
But in a world that has been slowed down by him, his movements are not fast.
Just normal speed.
But when the whole world is running at one percent speed, normal speed is an unstoppable torrent.
He rushed towards the nearest Kirigakure Chunin. The Chunin was holding Kunai and stabbing towards a Konoha Ninja Academy child.
His movements were as slow as walking in water, and Kunai's blade got closer to the child's chest little by little.
The child's face was full of fear, and the fear unfolded bit by bit in slow motion.
Fugaku's short knife slashed across Chunin's neck. The blade cut through the skin, cut through the muscles, and cut through the trachea.
Blood seeped out from the wound. At first it was just a thin red line, then the red line widened and turned into a red band. The red band burst open and blood spurted out.
Fugaku did not stop.
He had already passed by that Chunin, and that Chunin's head had not yet started to fall off.
He charges towards the second enemy.
That was a Kirigakure jonin fighting with a Chunin of Uchiha.
The two people's Kunais were put together, and sparks were generated from the friction of the blades. Fugaku's short sword penetrated the jounin's back and came out from the chest.
The tip of the knife was stained with blood, and the blood fell drop by drop as it was released slowly.
The jounin's pupils dilated little by little in slow motion.
His body moved on the battlefield like a black wind.
In the slow-motion world, no one can see his trajectory.
They could only feel something passing around them.
Then their neck starts to hurt, their chest starts to hurt, their stomach starts to hurt.
They lowered their heads and saw blood pouring out of their bodies, slowly enough that they had enough time to think.
When was I cut?
Fugaku's eyes started to hurt.
The stinging pain came from the depths of the eyeballs, and the eyes began to twist and split.
The image seen by his left eye is slightly slower than that of his right eye, and the two images are superimposed on top of each other.
But he didn't stop. He couldn't stop.
Yuji Itadori's body is still lying on the sand, and his blood has gone cold.
Children in uniforms several sizes too big were still lying in a pool of blood, and some were still crying, quietly and intermittently.
He promised Yuji Itadori to take good care of his son. He promised himself not to let the defense line be broken.
He rushed towards the fourth enemy, the fifth enemy, the tenth enemy, and the fiftieth enemy.