To everyone's surprise, the headless corpse that should have been completely dead suddenly raised its arm in a posture that defied all biological logic!
That pale, stitch-covered hand clamped like an iron vise onto Kakashi's hand as he formed hand seals!
"What?!" Kakashi felt a chill shoot straight from his spine to the top of his head.
Immediately afterward, an even more horrifying scene unfolded.
Mahito's decapitated head flew back through the air as if pulled by an invisible thread! The stump at his neck did not bleed; instead, it churned with twisting, deforming granulation tissue like mud.
The head landed precisely back onto the neck, and the granulation tissue crazily intertwined and stitched together, recovering its original shape almost instantly, leaving only the mark of its signature seam.
Mahito twisted his neck, making a crisp cracking sound, with an expression that carried a somewhat annoyed yet excited smile.
"Oh my, that hurt! To actually damage my 'shape' to this extent."
His gaze landed on Kakashi's grabbed wrist, his tone turning abruptly dangerous and intimate. "However, it seems I've caught you, clever Mr. Ninja. This time it shouldn't be a clone!"
"Idle Transfiguration!"
"Urgh, aaah!" Kakashi Hatake's figure jerked to a halt as he felt an invisible, massive hand wantonly knead his body from the inside. Every organ and every bone let out a misaligned wail.
This intense pain far exceeded any physical attack. He groaned, dropping to one knee on the ground, and his Sharingan contracted violently from the agony.
"Bastard!" Zabuza Momochi roared upon seeing this, swinging the Kubikiribōchō to slash over once more in an attempt to relieve the siege by attacking the enemy.
After all, if Kakashi fell down, he would most likely be no match for this Mahito either.
Yet Mahito merely glanced at him