The shrunken Ōtsutsuki Isshiki raced across the ground like a nearly invisible speck of dust, blending into the dust and rubble flying across the battlefield.
His course was utterly unpredictable, veering left and right, occasionally vanishing into a rock's shadow before abruptly appearing somewhere completely unexpected.
He was waiting for the right opportunity.
Meanwhile, at the front, Momoshiki Otsutsuki had already charged up to Naraku with the red weapons created by Bōshijin.
This time, Momoshiki fought as though he had gone mad, every attack nearly twice as powerful as before.
His Byakugan spun wildly, tracking Shihōin Naraku's slightest movements as he tried to find an opening the instant his opponent moved.
Facing Momoshiki's barrage of attacks, Naraku turned Kurikara in his hand to parry.
Blades clashed, sending sparks flying.
Momoshiki's offensive was relentless. As soon as one long blade was deflected, another thrust toward Naraku's face with a sharp whistle.
Yet although Naraku's defense appeared loose, it precisely intercepted the path of every attack, leaving every one of Momoshiki's strikes fruitless.
But Momoshiki did not stop.
His attacks grew faster and fiercer, his weapons rotating and switching in his hands.
Even when Naraku occasionally slashed at him, easily shattering the weapons in his hands.
The next second, Momoshiki would create new weapons.
His goal was to keep Shihōin Naraku occupied.
As long as he held Naraku's gaze and attention at the front, Isshiki's sneak attack would have a greater chance of succeeding.
Isshiki's shrunken form had already circled to a spot over ten meters behind Naraku, hiding behind a piece of rubble.
Isshiki was now simply waiting for an opportunity to strike easily.
Momoshiki thrust a short blade at Naraku's chest once again, only for Kurikara to parry it.
Using the recoil from the parry, Momoshiki deliberately staggered half a