"Next, it's my turn."
After Ryuto said that, the golden aura around him hummed, growing a little more solid than before.
He didn't charge straight in as he had before. Instead, he began moving around Madara at high speed.
He wasn't rushing in a straight line, but circling, faster and faster.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Golden afterimages appeared, one after another.
Every time Ryuto reached a position, the instant he paused left a distinct afterimage, while his real body flashed somewhere else.
Madara stood in place, his Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan slowly rotating as he watched the afterimages.
In less than three seconds.
At least dozens of golden "Ryutos" densely surrounded Madara, above and below, left and right, in front and behind, near and far.
All of them held different stances. Some clenched their fists, some raised their legs, and some held their hands together as if about to fire an energy wave.
Madara sneered.
"That's it?"
He didn't even move a finger.
But Ryuto could sense those invisible Limbo shadows moving.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several of the afterimages at the very front were scattered by invisible attacks almost simultaneously, dissolving into specks of light.
The corner of Madara's mouth had only just begun to curl.
He suddenly noticed something wrong.
The afterimages on the field were being scattered... too slowly.
And they were all afterimages.
Where was Ryuto's real body?
Madara's heart lurched.
He jerked his head up.
High in the sky.
Ryuto was floating roughly fifty meters directly above him, arms folded, looking down at him.
Their eyes met.
Madara saw that, at some point, a pair of small, round sunglasses had appeared on Ryuto's face, their lenses pitch-black.
Seeing that Madara had spotted him, Ryuto flashed him a grin.
Buzzz-!!!
Without warning, a brilliant light erupted, a hundred, a thousand