Before Ryuto had even finished saying, "My turn," he was already in front of Madara.
His fist blazed with golden light as it drove straight at Madara's face.
Madara did not dodge. He held his staff across his body to block.
Thud!
The fist struck the staff with a frighteningly dull sound.
Without waiting for him to react, Ryuto followed with his left fist, striking at his ribs. Madara turned sideways and pressed his staff down, trying to parry. Ryuto changed his punch's direction midway, swinging upward toward his chin.
Madara tilted his head and dodged.
But Ryuto's foot was already there, kicking at his knee.
Madara jumped back, putting a little distance between them.
Ryuto immediately pressed close, giving him no chance to catch his breath. Fists, feet, elbows, and knees rained down on Madara. Golden afterimages blurred together, enveloping him completely.
Madara spun his staff at blinding speed, producing an unbroken clatter of blocks. The eight Truth-Seeking Orbs also circled Ryuto like mad, ramming and striking whenever they spotted an opening.
But Ryuto ignored them entirely.
You keep hitting. I'll keep attacking.
His attacks grew more frequent, each punch faster and each kick heavier than the last. At first, Madara could trade blows with him, but after a dozen seconds, he began struggling to keep up.
It was not his speed that fell behind.
It was his rhythm.
Ryuto's punches followed no pattern at all. One moment he attacked the head, the next he kicked at the legs, and the moment after that, he drove an elbow toward the chest. Just as Madara tried to repel him with Shinra Tensei, Ryuto had already changed positions.
"Annoying!" Madara cursed.
He slammed his staff into the ground.
"Shinra Tensei!"
Boom!
Repulsion erupted, cracking even the ground.
Ryuto was pushed several