High above, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Golden bolts flickered through the clouds like roaming dragons, with wind and thunder rumbling in waves. Dark clouds veiled the moon in what had been a clear night sky, making the lightning shine all the brighter.
Deep within Kirigakure, in an extremely secluded spot where the village elder resided, a white-haired slacker with three-quarters of his face covered had been about to chat with an old man. At the thunder overhead, he instinctively widened his eyes and turned toward the sky. Once he saw that golden lightning clearly, his listless, dead-fish eyes instantly sharpened, and his entire composure fell apart.
Kakashi felt as though ten thousand grass-mud horses were stampeding through his heart. What the fuck was Sasuke trying to do?
As far as he knew, Sasuke had yet to master complete senjutsu. When Naruto went to Mount Myōboku to learn it, Sasuke had merely listened in a little and borrowed a tiny bit of Mount Myōboku's senjutsu to refine his own.
But what the hell was he doing now, drawing on the power of heaven and earth?
Leaving aside what sort of opponent could force Sasuke to use this move, in Kakashi's estimation, no one in all of Kirigakure could withstand it except that jinchūriki. Even then, that was only because a jinchūriki had a tailed beast, formidable vitality, and the option of dragging the beast out to take the hit.
Kakashi seriously suspected that if Sasuke went after some of the weaker tailed beasts now, he could probably lay them flat with a single move.
Apart from the Nine-Tails and Eight-Tails, whose strength stood in a league of its own, Kakashi figured the other seven were probably no match for Sasuke.
*But damn it, Sasuke Uchiha, what did you come here