A bag of rice, how many floors do I have to carry it? A bag of rice, I have to carry it to the second floor.
A bag of rice gave too much. A bag of rice was washed by me. A bag of rice, I washed so much mud from it.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sky as Deva Path Pain rose inch by inch, ascending into the blinding sunlight.
Kurotsuchi's eyes went wide. Pointing at the sky, she shouted to Kitsuchi, "Look! He's just like the old man—he can fly too!"
Naruto stared at Pain, his eyes full of envy. Controlling gravitational attraction and repulsion was, put simply, force-field manipulation—the Deva Path ability of the Rinnegan.
"I'm telling you, Second Pillar, could you try a little harder? Hurry up and get that Mangekyo Sharingan for me."
Sasuke still only had the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, already the peak of an ordinary Sharingan. All he lacked was enough ocular power and one more severe emotional shock to push open the door to the Mangekyo Sharingan.
Judging by Second Pillar's talent, even with Orochimaru feeding him all kinds of forbidden drugs like meals, it had still taken him four years to reach the threshold.
If things continued at the normal pace, the day Naruto got the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan was still far, far away.
He touched his eyes. Earlier, he had forcibly used Kotoamatsukami without regard for the skill's cooldown to control Hashirama Senju and Tobirama. The special spiritual organs connected behind his eyeballs by those Mangekyo Sharingan had already been damaged.
Those organs fell under Yin Release, and Yang Release Chakra could do nothing for them. As a result, the ocular power his eyes could squeeze out was becoming thinner and thinner.
The most urgent task now was to speed