Yet Naruto rode her like a seasoned rider. No matter how Otohime struggled, rolled, accelerated, or stopped short, his hands remained locked around her horns. He adjusted his center of gravity with every movement of her draconic body, his chakra anchoring him firmly to her scales without budging.
He could even wrench her horns to influence the silver dragon's flight path to some extent, adding to Otohime's confusion and fury.
With his Amenotajikara ability, Naruto could actually attempt to forcibly seize her dōjutsu when he touched her eyes.
The vicious threats he had made about eating her flesh and drinking her blood had merely been meant to frighten her, enrage her, and cloud her judgment.
Otohime's frantic struggles continued for a long time, but her power seemed somewhat restricted within this bizarre space, and Naruto's tenacity and combat ingenuity far exceeded her expectations.
Gradually, the silver dragon's struggles visibly weakened. Her once-fluid, powerful twists grew sluggish and heavy.
Her brilliant golden dragon eyes had also dimmed from sustained rage, exhaustion, and a trace of fear that was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal. They no longer held that initial air of looking down on everything.
In this space, where even the passage of time felt indistinct, time seemed to have lost its usual meaning.
There was no telling how long had passed.
Finally, after one futile shake, the silver dragon slowly stopped struggling. Her enormous body hung dejectedly among the slowly drifting rectangular stone blocks, motionless.
A distinctly weary, embarrassed voice reached Naruto's mind directly through thought:
"Um... there were a lot of people around earlier... I might have raised my voice a little too much... could... could we make peace?"
After struggling for who knew how long, Otohime simply had no strength left to continue. At last, she could take