Sasuke's Susanoo was only a head shorter than the Wood Human.
Seeing his son suddenly produce such an enormous Susanoo, Fugaku's face briefly froze in silence.
He recalled the skeletal Susanoo he had once activated in a corner of the battlefield, then compared it with the two enormous Susanoo, one far away and one nearby.
Come to think of it, had he fallen behind the times?
Having used his refined swordsmanship to dispatch all the White Zetsu approaching him and Fire Release to burn Satori beneath his feet until he could no longer even roar, Fugaku wondered for the first time whether his fighting style was not Uchiha enough.
Wasn't this wrong? Weren't the Uchiha best at spitting out Great Fireballs in a rapid barrage, then flinging shuriken one after another, before finally activating their Sharingan and charging at the enemy with either genjutsu or Uchiha Style Swordsmanship?
Why were both his sons' fighting styles becoming increasingly outrageous?
Fugaku touched his eyes, pondering whether he should activate a Susanoo himself to give it a try.
But then he thought of the damage activating Susanoo would do to his eyes, and how even if he activated it, it seemingly would not help the battle all that much.
So he sheepishly went back to targeting the surrounding White Zetsu and those brought back through Impure World Reincarnation.
Fugaku: It seemed all the dignity he had just regained had slipped away again.
The scene returned to Sasuke, who was fighting Asura.
Two slender purple longswords kept carving deep gashes into the Wood Human.
"Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph."
Asura instinctively tried to praise Sasuke, only to let out muffled sounds the next moment.
His expression, which had just brightened, became glum again. Honestly, he really wanted to raise his hand and free his mouth.
But