Fifty seconds had passed since Isshiki shrank to quantum size.
An inscrutable smile hung on Xuandou's face. His right eye suddenly lit up, and his Dōjutsu, Tokitsumori, activated, enveloping only himself. Time returned to one minute earlier.
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki was swinging his overwhelmingly powerful right fist at Xuandou.
It was the moment before he used his Shinjutsu to leave.
"Eight Gates Released Formation, Eighth Gate, Gate of Death, open!"
Red steam burned around Xuandou's body. Every breath he took was enough to form a storm.
Without hesitation, he poured all his energy into the black rod. Dense golden patterns nearly covered the Coiling Dragon Staff, and the dragon on the immortal artifact writhed as though it had truly come alive.
A majestic, solemn dragon's roar rang out from the Coiling Dragon Staff.
Then he thrust out the staff, blasting Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's left arm into a mist of blood.
The sand nourished by the silver blood was coated in green in the blink of an eye. At the same time, these forests radiated vast quantities of pure chakra energy.
For a hundred years, this place would be a sacred ground for Ninjutsu training.
"Uchiha Xuantou!!!"
Isshiki let out a long howl, his face contorted.
Golden light shone in his right eye again. His Shinjutsu, Sukunahikona, was about to activate once more.
A huge black vortex appeared behind Isshiki. Xuandou swung his arm and struck him with the staff, knocking him onto the ground inside his Yomotsu Space.
He followed him through the vortex, then closed the entrance to Yomotsu Space. Holding the staff behind his neck with both hands, he looked at Isshiki with expressionless indifference.
One above and one below, the two fell into a standoff.
"A time-type Dōjutsu!"
Ignoring the silver blood spilling from his right arm and his