Juzo Biwa's head rolled to the ground, blood spurting from his severed neck and staining the rubble beneath his feet red.
The battlefield fell into a moment of deathly silence.
Kakuzu's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his four Earth Grudge Fear tendrils tightened involuntarily.
He had lived for decades-what hadn't he seen? Yet an eleven-year-old boy had beheaded Juzo Biwa, one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, with a single slash right before four Kage-level fighters.
Although he knew the Mangekyō Sharingan was powerful, he had never imagined it could be that powerful.
Was this a joke?!
For the first time, the greed on Orochimaru's face froze. His slit pupils contracted slightly, and the smile at the corners of his mouth faded a little.
He licked his lips, a trace of wariness entering his eyes.
It seemed Jin's body wouldn't be so easy to seize. Perhaps I'd been a little too hasty.
Maybe I should forget it.
I could wait until I was more confident.
The shock in Sasori of the Red Sands' golden eyes had yet to fade, but he reacted swiftly, his hands flashing through hand seals as the Third Kazekage Puppet abruptly raised both arms.
"Iron Sand Release: Iron Sand World Method!"
Pitch-black iron sand abruptly condensed into countless sharp, thornlike iron spikes, crashing toward Uchiha Jin like a towering wave.
The spikes filled the sky, blocking every angle.
Uchiha Jin glanced up, his pure-white Susanoo remaining utterly still.
Countless spikes struck the gleaming white bone armor, their crisp clattering merging into a continuous din like torrential rain hammering an iron plate.
The instant the iron sand thorns touched Susanoo's surface, they bounced away and snapped, fragments scattering in every direction. Not a single one penetrated.
"Impossible..."
This was the most perfect puppet he had