Space was violently torn open like a ragged cloth. A string of shrill cracks exploded beside their ears. The snow vanished without a trace, replaced by drab earth and broken rocks raining down on their heads. Before Sen could withdraw the green wooden spear in his hand, his body suddenly plunged downward. His feet felt as though tens of thousands of tons of molten lead had been poured into them. His knees cracked sharply, and he almost dropped straight onto the hard, rocky ground.
All the air in his lungs was forcibly squeezed out of his throat. Sen opened his mouth wide, coughing dryly and spitting out saliva that tasted of dirt. His organs felt pinned beneath someone weighing several hundred pounds; even breathing took effort. An invisible force dragged relentlessly at the flesh of his arms and legs. He clenched his back teeth, veins throbbing in his neck. Before the sweat on his chin could drip, the tremendous force smashed it into the dust.
Kaguya's deathly pale face dropped a dozen meters as well. Her broad sleeves were pressed flat against the ground, and cold mockery gleamed in her Byakugan. "Here in my Supergravity Space, your lowly bones will obediently crumble to powder. An insect that cannot even breathe dares fight me?" She sneered as several gray bones slowly pushed their way out. The gravity was so immense that even she visibly struggled to launch her attack.
"Lady, your massage technique is way too rough." Sen drew a deep breath of murky air, and the green Sage Art wood-grain markings on his chest flared brightly. He tilted his neck, producing a string of sharp pops. "Who knew a change of scenery meant you were treating me to cupping and a Thai back-walking massage? Shame you're a little short on