Main World.
Year thirty of Konoha, summer.
British Continent, New Capital.
Imperial Palace, Training Ground.
The platinum-colored armor gave off a subdued sheen in the afternoon sunlight. Unlike Ryukōshi's Angel Susanoo, it had no wingspan or trailing contours, nor did it cover the entire ground like Jin Zhiyin's Tree-Man Susanoo. It covered only Chengkong's body, close-fitting and compact, with no unnecessary extensions.
There were no obvious scratches on its platinum surface, nor any signs of polishing, as though it had yet to encounter a surface that required contact to leave a mark. As light fell from above, it formed a neat, bright line along the armor's edges, extending at a steady pace along the contours of the pauldrons and arm guards, stopping at the knees, then starting again.
Sakura Haruno sat on a bench beneath the veranda, holding a cup of tea that had been topped up with water, without drinking it. She studied the armor for a while, then shifted her gaze to Chengkong, as though completing an alignment check. "Isn't it... a little small?"
There was nothing derogatory in her tone, only description-as though she were checking whether something already placed there matched the size she had imagined.
Toyotomi Yinglang walked over to Chengkong's side. He did not touch the armor's surface, merely stopped close by and ran his eyes from the pauldrons down to the waistline and knees. His stance did not change. Only after looking for a while did he answer, as though he had waited to confirm the measurements before speaking. "Small in size, but not in strength, defense, or speed."
He stepped back to make room, then said, "Chengkong, throw a punch."
Chengkong neither adjusted his stance nor paused. He threw a punch from where he stood. His feet did not step forward, and