Discovering Kaguya's weakness: she relied too much on bloodline superiority and had no combat experience

Sen's huge fist, encased in a green shell, hurtled straight toward Kaguya's nose amid the shriek of wind and thunder. The air screamed under the crushing force. Kaguya's pale face turned ashen, and she had no choice but to whip her white hair around his arm, binding it like a long lash. "Old hag, look at you flailing around like you stuck your finger in a socket. Quit floating up there pretending you're some heavenly deity. Get your ass down here and feel the hard yellow earth under your feet. You're so out of touch, yet you still insist on putting on airs with those old bones. Unbelievable!"

"Insolence! You lowborn native worm who belongs dead in the mud! How dare you provoke me again and again!" Kaguya roared through the wind and snow. She swept her broad sleeve outward, unleashing a sky full of red light. But under the crushing Supergravity, her heavy arm could only make a stiff, sweeping strike in a straight line, without the slightest variation. Sen ducked his head in midair and leisurely dipped beneath it, laughing. "That's it? Lady, those old limbs of yours can't even manage a feint. You're so stiff I'm embarrassed for you. Come on, put some strength into it and throw another punch if you've got the guts!"

Sen twisted through the gravity-laden air like a slippery green fish and slipped straight into Kaguya's embrace. Golden-green sage light flared around his left hand as he seized her broad white collar, while his right hand readied a punch and drove straight into her lower abdomen. He grinned without mercy. "Didn't see that coming, did you, old hag? You've got an ocean of chakra that could burst this world apart, but when it comes to actually throwing punches, you're no different from