"Sorry, senior brother, but I have no time to waste here. Rather than secluded cultivation, I put more faith in the experience gained through battle," Ye Uchiha refused firmly.
Chisongzi flashed in front of Ye Uchiha and brought his sword down. "Then let me see whether you truly have the strength to back up those words."
Clang!
A fierce metallic clash rang out. The true essence sword that had swiftly formed in Ye Uchiha's hand shattered inch by inch the instant it met the Snowfall Sword. Fortunately, it barely managed to block the strike. The tremendous recoil sent him hurtling backward, and he retreated several meters before coming to a stop.
Chisongzi seemed intent on denying Ye Uchiha any chance to catch his breath. With a single step, he vanished from where he stood and appeared behind Ye Uchiha the next instant.
"The match is decided!"
A rough, callused palm landed on Ye Uchiha's shoulder. Powerful internal energy invaded his body, seeking to seal his meridians and the flow of his energy, as Chisongzi spoke calmly.
Ye Uchiha turned his head, Chisongzi's face reflected in his blood-red, three-tomoe eyes. "Not necessarily, Senior Brother Chisongzi."
His slowly rotating Three-Tomoe Sharingan stared straight into Chisongzi's eyes. Chisongzi met his gaze, and those eerie crimson eyes seemed to possess an enchanting power, drawing in his attention and mind.
The murmurs beside his ears made Chisongzi shudder. He suddenly sensed something was wrong, as though something were invading his mind and attempting to control him. He wanted to turn his head and break free, but the Sharingan's ocular power had already branded itself deep into his psyche.
An eerie Blood Moon hung high in the darkened sky. When Chisongzi gathered his senses again, he found himself in a small mountain pavilion. Cicadas cried mournfully