Unpredictable.
Incomprehensible.
Impossible to dodge!
In the Information Demon's understanding, built from countless pieces of information, lightning should have been concentrated at a single point, should have followed a clear trajectory, should have been calculable.
Just like that thrusting technique called "Chidori."
As long as it calculated the thrust's path half a second in advance, it had over a hundred ways to evade it.
But now.
What was it "seeing"?
Not a lightning lance, nor a lightning spear.
It was a net of death, woven from pure lightning, spreading indiscriminately throughout the entire basement with that black-haired boy at its center!
There was no trajectory.
Because every direction was a trajectory.
There were no blind spots.
Because the entire space was a blind spot.
Bzzzt-!
The piercing crackle of electricity instantly drowned out every other sound in the world.
Countless blue-white snakes of electricity burst wildly from Sasuke's body like living creatures, greedily licking everything around him.
The air, the walls, the floor, and those sheets of paper cascading like a waterfall, bearing countless secrets.
"What... is... this..."
For the first time-and the last-the Information Demon's body of paper produced a stuttering voice as its information database failed to process what was happening.
Its Blood Demon Art was "information."
Its weapon was "prediction."
But when an "unknown" appeared that lay beyond all its information, something its existing data could not analyze at all, the weapon it took the most pride in became a joke.
The next second.
The lightning net descended.
Boom!
The paper body the Information Demon took such pride in, composed of countless pieces of information, suffered a devastating blow the instant it touched Chidori Stream.
The raging current tore through its defenses with brute force, scouring every one of its "cells."
The characters flowing across its body,