"Uchiha, your Sharingan will become one with my art!"
Michelangelo growled and detonated the countless nanoscale Clay Bombs drifting throughout the air of Yokota Air Base.
"Art will transcend itself in an explosion! Detonate!"
Whether fully armed American soldiers or civilian personnel rushing back and forth, their terrified expressions froze in an instant before they crumbled into residue finer than grains of sand.
Even the military dogs kept on base, the rats in the sewers, and the flocks of pigeons flying low overhead were not spared. All turned to dust.
Garuda's explosion cleared everything in one stroke, physically erasing every living thing in Yokota Air Base.
"Hee-hahahaha, I won! My art... how is this possible?!"
Michelangelo's wild laughter cut off abruptly. He stared down in bewilderment. The sight he had anticipated-Uchiha Senmon's body disintegrating until only his head fell to the ground-had not materialized.
Crackle!
Uchiha Senmon gripped Kiba firmly in his left hand. Blue currents coursed over his entire body, his uniform splitting and catching fire to reveal slightly charred skin.
Yet he remained unmoved, bloody tears still streaming from his Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
"No, impossible!"
Aboard the Clay Bomber, Michelangelo seemed to have lost his mind. With unprecedented shame and anger, he shouted:
"My power is flawless! My art can never lose!"
The Sharingan could distinguish the color of chakra.
When Garuda's colorless, odorless microscopic bombs, invisible to the naked eye, spread stealthily through the atmosphere, they were as obvious as a vast bank of fog to Uchiha Senmon.
The Sharingan also possessed microscopic vision. The instant Garuda's mist spread before him, Uchiha Senmon clearly observed the nanoscale Clay Bombs, smaller than dust.
Garuda's secret had nowhere to hide before those eyes!
Moreover, Uchiha Senmon had discerned a weakness that even the Two-Faced Demon himself had never noticed.
"Crackle,