The village entrance was blindingly bright.
It wasn't the flickering brightness of torches. It filled every corner completely-the shadows of trees were gone, the darkness in the corners of walls was gone, and even the sweat on the ninjas' faces and the fine lines at the corners of their eyes were perfectly clear.
Shin squinted for two seconds to adjust, his voice heavy. "What jutsu is this?"
Shuo scratched his head, looking unconcerned. "Who knows? Haven't named it. Too much trouble."
He took a leisurely step forward, and the golden light shifted an inch with him.
The boy on the left side of the roof was the first to lose patience, his hands forming seals ridiculously fast. "Fire Release: Flame Bullet!"
The fireball swept down in a wave of heat, scorching the air until it warped and turned white.
Shuo lifted his eyelids slightly, instantly pushing Lightspeed Thinking to its limit-the fireball traveled at twenty-three meters per second, its parabolic trajectory would bring it down three meters in front of him, its core temperature was twelve hundred degrees, and its edges were six hundred degrees. At most, it would burn a little skin.
As soon as that information entered his mind, he extended his right index finger without even dodging. A faint glimmer gathered at its tip, and he lightly pointed it at the fireball.
The fireball actually froze two meters away from him. The next second, it burst like a punctured balloon, scattering into a skyful of sparks with a whoosh. They fell through the golden light and went out completely before reaching the ground.
The boy on the roof froze in place, his eyes wide.
Shuo glanced at him, his tone taunting. "Your fire isn't hot enough. Can't even singe the corner of my clothes."
The boy's expression