Kinkaku had no choice but to risk fighting at close range.
Of all the Six Paths Tools he carried, only the Bashōsen was a ranged weapon. It could unleash all five nature transformations-fire, water, lightning, wind, and earth-but its chakra consumption was terrifying.
The Kinkaku of this world had yet to enjoy an all-you-can-eat buffet inside the Nine-Tails' belly. Without nine-tails chakra, he could not sustain the Bashōsen's consumption and could only use it at critical moments.
Kinkaku cautiously launched an attack, slamming his chakra-coated fist into the Susanoo.
Tiny ripples spread across the scarlet Susanoo, and it seemed to turn a little more insubstantial for a moment.
It worked!
Kinkaku felt reassured. Apparently, this Susanoo was not invincible after all. Watch me cut it apart.
Under cover from his subordinates, he leaped several times, then sprang high into the air and brought down the Seven Stars Sword with all his strength.
Even used as an ordinary weapon, this ninja tool meant to sever and curse an opponent's word spirit was no less formidable.
Kinkaku's slash tore a large opening in the Susanoo.
Uchiha Ichiro stared at the breach in his Susanoo in shock, then looked at him with utter disbelief.
I never imagined Uchiha Ichiro had grown this weak. What a chance!
Kinkaku thought he had this in the bag. The Amber Purifying Pot in his left hand was poised to strike, while he raised the Seven Stars Sword high in his right once more.
I'll send you straight to the Netherworld, brat!
You'll join my brother in the grave!
Here I fucking come!
But a second before his attack descended...
Uchiha Ichiro dropped the expression on his face, smiled faintly at him, and raised his palm.
A red arc of light formed in his hand, nearly stopping Kinkaku's