A dark red torrent poured down, filling the sky, its light staining the entire shattered firmament blood-red.
The vast array of Bōshijin Weapons behind Momoshiki Otsutsuki shot forward at once.
Each weapon dragged a fine white trail through the air, weaving together into a dense, inescapable net.
There were almost no gaps between the weapons as they poured down like a torrential rain.
This was no longer a precision strike, but an attack covering every direction.
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's pupils contracted in the final instant before the torrent of weapons reached them.
From Shihōin Naraku's current position, there was absolutely no escaping such a massive bombardment.
Isshiki had already locked down his right wrist, his center of gravity leaned forward, and the rock beneath his feet had collapsed into a sunken crater.
Under these circumstances, there was no room at all for any substantial movement.
The sides, the rear, and below were all dead ends, while overhead was where the weapons were most densely concentrated.
Now!
Isshiki silently repeated the word, then activated Sukunahikona.
His body shrank dramatically in an instant, going from a normal human figure to the size of a speck of dust.
The five fingers gripping Naraku's wrist released him. Between Shihōin Naraku's fingers, Isshiki became a tiny shadow almost impossible to catch with the naked eye and darted out against the incoming torrent of weapons.
This required timing pushed to the absolute limit.
If he shrank too early, Naraku would break free and change position before the weapons arrived.
If he shrank too late, he himself would be swept into that overwhelming torrent of steel. Even with his ability to shrink at extreme speed, he could not emerge unscathed from such dense coverage.
Jigen's current body could not withstand such a frenzied assault at all.
So he