"Bastard!" Hizashi gritted his teeth, his Byakugan fixed on that enormous source of tailed beast chakra as he tried to find a weakness. But even his perceptive abilities proved helpless before that chaotic, overwhelming torrent of energy.
Green medical chakra glowed around Miwako's hands as she hurriedly treated a comrade whose thigh had been injured by flying sand and stones. Her hands trembled slightly, not just from chakra depletion, but from the palpable threat of death bearing down on her.
At the critical moment when the right flank was about to collapse completely, a voice so calm it was almost cold cut through the clamor of panic.
"Hizashi, report the core chakra flow nodes and the patterns of the Sand Release's shape transformation! Miwako, prepare the Area Hardening Technique and emergency treatment for casualties! All Chunin and Special Jōnin who can still move, follow my orders! Spread out in teams of three and use Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall to create obstacles and slow the sand's advance. Don't try to withstand it head-on!"
It was Shinji Uchiha.
At some point, he had leaped onto a massive rock that the sea of sand had yet to swallow. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun furiously at an unprecedented speed, his crimson eyes reflecting the enormous figure in Partial Tailed Beast Transformation and the sandstorm filling the distant sky.
His face held no expression-neither fear nor anger, only utter concentration and the absolute rationality of a precision instrument.
Panic was useless. Despair was even more useless.
The only way to survive was to analyze, break down, and respond. A tailed beast's power might be terrifying, but it was not without discernible patterns, especially in this incomplete state, forcibly channeled through a jinchūriki.
His voice held a strange power that made the panicked ninja around him instinctively