"Yo, yo, yo! What's Uchiha Yū talking about? A mere Sharingan from the Uchiha Clan bloodline—even a Three-Tomoe Sharingan—is something I can handle with ease!"
Killer B did not understand the gravity of the situation at all, but the Eight-Tails' silence piqued his interest.
"Eight-Tails, do you know what that means?"
Unfortunately, this was not the time for reminiscing. Of course, the Eight-Tails knew that piece of history, but it had mostly been passed down by modern people as mythology. He had not expected someone today to actually know what had happened back then.
"The Uchiha Clan bloodline is extremely ancient. They are descended from the eldest son of the God of Shinobi, so do not let your guard down."
There was not much wariness in the Eight-Tails' tone. Uchiha Yū was still far too immature. Even if his bloodline had mutated for some unknown reason and had been developed quite well, he was still nowhere near his ancestor.
If it had been a complete Susanoo combined with that terrifying poisonous ability, the Eight-Tails would have told Killer B to run as far away as possible.
In contrast, Uchiha Yū's movements in battle resembled a butterfly dancing gracefully through the air. Even Killer B, his enemy, could not help but praise him. His fighting truly looked like art, worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Killer B's songs.
"I didn't expect someone to develop taijutsu to this extent. It's completely different from Father and Big Brother's style—using pure agility to make up for the gap between tailed beasts."
As a Kumogakure ninja, Killer B was exceptionally skilled in taijutsu. Coupled with the perception granted by the Eight-Tails, his attacks surpassed those of ordinary taijutsu ninjas. Unfortunately, against Uchiha Yū, it was like watching someone dance on a blade's