Boom!
The air screamed as the Wooden Human threw a punch with terrifying force!
But...
Shinji frowned slightly as he stared at it. This wasn't what he wanted.
Clang!
A pitch-black spear, planted firmly in the ground, stopped the Wooden Human's fist.
Hashirama Senju paused.
"Oh? Something seems odd about that weapon..."
Shinji didn't answer. He drove the spear forward, sending the Wooden Human stumbling back several steps. The ground caved in beneath its feet.
Then Susanoo beat its wings, whipping up a gale.
It launched a flying kick.
The blow struck the Wooden Human square in the chest and drove it back another two steps.
Standing inside the crystal, Shinji said with a straight face, "Does the First look down on a junior like me? As the God of Shinobi, are you really going to attack my legs with that scrawny Wooden Human?!"
"Show me what the God of Shinobi can really do! Let me see just how wide the gap between us is!"
"..."
Atop the Wooden Human's head,
Hashirama Senju looked up slightly at Susanoo's forehead. "Boy, let's stop here. If we keep going, I can't promise you won't get hurt!"
Shinji's expression didn't change. He made Susanoo swing its fist!
Boom!
The Wooden Human's chest caved in. It staggered back several steps, swaying as though it might collapse at any moment. But after a chorus of creaks and groans,
it steadied itself again...
Hashirama Senju's face grew solemn.
"Boy, if that's what you want..."
Clap!
He lowered his stance and brought his hands together before his chest.
Hum—
Natural Energy gathered in an instant, forming simple markings across his face. He looked more imposing than ever, powerful and mysterious.
Creak—
Hashirama Senju pressed his palms together.
As he focused,
that teeth-grating creak sounded again. The Wooden