"You bastards!" Medivh stormed out of Karazhan in a fury. Lightning flickered in his hand, forming an enormous spear that shot toward the golden skeleton.
Sasuke, who had been swinging his enormous Samurai Sword and relentlessly attacking the tower, felt a sudden surge of alarm. He hurriedly steered his golden Susanoo aside.
Boom!
The lightning spear streaked into the sky like a meteor, tearing through the clouds as though it had cleaved the heavens in two.
"What powerful Lightning Release magic." Still shaken, Sasuke looked toward the figure who had rushed out of the tower. It seemed the enemy before him would not be easy to handle. Still, his clansmen should be arriving soon! Confident in his abilities, Sasuke had come ahead of them to lower the enemy's guard by confronting him head-on.
Nearly fifty years had passed since the Fourth Shinobi World War, and the changes in the world had been nothing short of dizzying. In this new era, anyone in Konoha's Shinobi clans with a little foresight would no longer choose to become a Ninja, a profession with such a low ceiling. Although the Ninja had produced world-shattering powerhouses like the First, Madara, and even Otsutsuki Kaguya, that was a level ordinary Ninja could never reach.
Without a powerful Kekkei Genkai, even many talented Ninja could spend their entire lives striving and only reach Kage Level. Yet the Kage people had once looked up to were merely equivalent to a One-Star Regiment Commander among the Holy Light Clerics. To climb any higher, they would have to transplant bloodlines that were not their own. Quite apart from the Holy Church forbidding such operations, something that did not belong to them would always have limits in their hands.
The Holy Light Clerics, however, had no ceiling at all, so they