Above Navy Headquarters on Ocean Planet.
The wind stopped. But it had not stopped naturally-it had been "pressed" to a halt.
Ōtsutsuki Fengshou's Wind Passage slowly unfolded in the void, countless tiny wind blades spinning along its edges, slicing the air to pieces. Fengshou stood at the entrance, his long silver-white hair drifting in the currents, Nagato's figure reflected in his Rinnegan. He had waited a long time-for Nagato to expose an opening, for Nagato's Color of Observation to run dry, for Nagato to collapse on his own. But Nagato had not. He stood there with his eyes closed, holding the Shadow Devouring Sword, his breathing steady, his heartbeat regular, his Color of Observation constantly active. He was not "holding on." He was "waiting." Waiting for Fengshou to move first.
"Nagato. Fengshou's Time Reversal has a hard chakra limit. He can't use it indefinitely." Toyotomi Yinglang's voice came from behind, calm and emotionless, as though reminding a student, "You used the wrong formula for this problem." The corners of Nagato's mouth lifted slightly. His teacher had seen through it.
Ōtsutsuki Fengshou's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. He did not turn, but he knew Toyotomi Yinglang was watching him. That man in a moon-white kariginu, standing at the edge of the rooftop, who had not moved since the battle began, had been watching all along. Watching him punch, watching him teleport, watching him use his Rinnegan. Then he had seen the flaw in "Time Reversal"-it could not be used indefinitely; it came at a cost. It was not impossible to counter; its cost was simply too great, so great that Fengshou did not want to use it in succession.
Nagato opened his eyes. His Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan slowly rotated in their sockets, some of his eye power already restored. Not much, but