Itachi swept his gaze over the battlefield. Countless White Zetsu surged from underground like a tide, mingling with the army of Impure World Reincarnation to form a gray-white ocean.
His orange Susanoo cut down a swath of them with its sword, but more filled the gaps from behind, endless as ants pouring from a disturbed nest.
This couldn't go on.
Itachi's pupils contracted slightly.
There were too many White Zetsu, and the reincarnated dead could not be killed. The longer this dragged on, the greater Konoha's casualties would be.
He had to end this quickly.
"Shisui!"
Itachi's voice cut through the clamor of battle and reached Shisui's ears.
Shisui stood within his green Susanoo's forehead as its spiral sword pierced the chests of a row of reincarnated shinobi.
At Itachi's voice, his Mangekyō Sharingan spun to its limit.
No words were needed. In that instant, their coordination reached its peak.
Itachi's orange Susanoo drew back its sword and raised its left hand.
A massive orange shield materialized on Susanoo's arm, light flowing across its ancient patterns-the Yata Mirror.
The divine artifact, capable of defending against all physical and ninjutsu attacks, shone through the rain with a soft, unshakable light.
At the same time, Shisui's green Susanoo drew back its sword and gripped the spiral sword's hilt with both hands. The runes along the blade blazed with dazzling green light.
Both divine artifacts revealed their true might at once.
Itachi's Totsuka Blade swept outward. Rather than cutting into the enemies' bodies, it passed through their torsos.
The reincarnated shinobi touched by the blade froze instantly, eyes widening and mouths falling open. Then their entire bodies broke into tiny scraps of white paper and were sucked into the blade.
Sealing. Not destruction, but sealing.
The Totsuka Blade's power trapped its targets forever