Watching the long-haired man approach, Deepa said arrogantly, "Who the hell are you?"
The man introduced himself. "Madara Uchiha."
Deepa tilted his head. "Uchiha? So you're another survivor of Konoha's Uchiha Clan? Let me tell you something. What I hate most is Konoha. Those people preach their nauseating peace, and that makes them sworn enemies of the war and slaughter I love~!"
"Madara Uchiha, surviving the massacre was your good fortune. But now that you've met me, you've used up all the luck you'll ever have..."
Shhk! Shhk! Shhk!
Dust invisible to the naked eye gathered into sharp stones in the air. As Deepa raised his palm, they all shot forward in a barrage!
And in the narrow corridor, there was nowhere to dodge!
Madara narrowed his eyes slightly. "Hmm? That's..."
Deepa's lips curled upward. "It's over!!!"
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...!
The storm kicked up by the stones obscured everything!
When the dust settled, Madara held a stone between two fingers, studying it closely. "I see. This is carbon. He compacts carbon into highly hardened stones, then fires them in a hail of bullets..."
Crack!
Madara pinched his fingers together, crushing the stone into carbon powder, then shook his head. "Your dancing is dreadful. All you managed was to kick up some dust..."
Deepa's pupils contracted sharply. Then a battle-hungry smile curled across his lips. "Oh? You're the first person to survive my carbon stone barrage. Is that thanks to the Uchiha Clan's power called the Sharingan? Still, your luck ends here..."
Shhk! Shhk!
Deepa's hands transformed into sharp claws!
With Amado's Scientific Ninja Tools, Deepa could compact the carbon he inhaled to an incredibly high density and refine it, giving himself a sturdy body that he could harden at will!
Deepa said pityingly, "Life is so fragile.