Yuya raced through the forest with Princess Kaguya in his arms.
In just a few leaps, he had fled far into the distance.
Air whistled past his ears.
His field of vision shifted and swung wildly.
Yet his jumps covered precisely measured distances,
ensuring that every landing brought him squarely onto another branch.
He would never have dreamed of doing this before,
but now it seemed to have become instinct.
Obito had given him more than the assault of his obsessions.
He had also given him precious combat experience,
along with the ability to gauge and use his own strength.
Otherwise, mastering all of this
would have taken him quite some time,
and the occasional collision with a tree would probably have been inevitable.
In his previous life, the ninja in Naruto had made scaling walls, leaping through trees, and running along power lines look as easy as eating and drinking.
Every movement seemed perfectly judged,
but that actually required exceptional motion tracking, physical coordination,
and a practiced command of one's own strength.
A certain amount of training was inevitably required,
yet Yuya had now skipped all those steps.
But he had no mind to savor the thrill of his suddenly acquired supernatural power.
With every minute and second that passed,
his worry for Princess Kaguya deepened, and he kept pouring chakra into her body.
But apart from wasting his already dwindling chakra
and giving himself a little comfort,
it did nothing to improve Princess Kaguya's complexion.
She had suffered far too many wounds,
several of them deep enough to expose bone.
The fact that she was still alive was already proof of the Ōtsutsuki Clan's astonishing constitution.
He bitterly wished the system would offer a Recovery Potion as an option again.
He would choose it no matter what, and