On Itachi's side, his eyes were already growing somewhat weary.
Susanoo itself also required chakra, but the prolonged battle had already brought his chakra reserves close to empty.
Itachi: o(╥﹏╥)o
His chakra reserves really weren't low.
The Fat Man Clone behind him began swelling again.
Having just experienced one explosion, Itachi instantly snapped to attention, ready to take Tenzo and flee again the instant it exploded.
"Hey, Itachi, do you still have enough chakra?"
Since Susanoo had been holding Tenzo the whole time, he could hear Itachi panting.
Judging by his increasingly rapid breaths, Itachi probably wasn't doing too well.
"...Even if I don't, I'll have to make it enough."
Itachi took a deep breath and turned to watch the approaching Fat Man Clone warily.
Just then, something went wrong on Izumi's side.
Holding the Sword of the Thunder God, Izumi had been targeted by the Satori belonging to Le.
Satori flapped his wings, reaching straight for Izumi with his footlike hands.
Izumi kept dodging and counterattacking with Fire Release, but with little effect.
Satori had shattered her mask as she dodged, though fortunately, she had moved in time to keep her face from being injured.
This Satori seemed to enjoy the spectacle, teasing Izumi mockingly and constantly narrowing her room to survive with his attacks.
Like a cat with a mouse, he kept toying with his enemy.
Within a few breaths, Izumi had been driven into a corner.
The Root teammates beside her had already fallen, and every Root member who tried to save her had been smashed into the ground by a sweep of the rampaging Satori's hand.
At this moment, Izumi's scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan was so utterly useless.
I can't do anything.
I can't save anything.
Traces of despair rose in Izumi's heart.
Just as Satori descended,