Half an hour—sometimes it passes in the blink of an eye.
For example, if you're watching certain… passionate scenes, then those thirty minutes feel like mere seconds, never enough.
But if those thirty minutes are spent fighting for your life, then it becomes pure torment.
Because every single moment is soaked in blood, and even the slightest mistake means saying goodbye to this world forever.
Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan watched as yet another comrade fell beside them.
Their eyes were blood-red, their bodies radiating a terrifying aura.
In just half an hour, three of their companions had already gone down one after another.
Now, only the three of them and Akashige remained standing.
The enemy's numbers had dwindled too, but more than twenty still remained, driving them toward the edge of a cliff.
Facing the bottomless abyss before him, Yahiko's expression showed no trace of panic.
Instead, a cold, ruthless look crossed his face.
"Nowhere left to run, huh…?"
"Nagato… you're the strongest. Take Konan and get out of here…"
With heavy steps, Yahiko once again unleashed a surge of power that couldn't be ignored, charging straight toward the enemies behind them.
"I can't leave you behind!" Nagato roared, his eyes burning even redder, the Rinnegan trembling violently.
Konan bit her lip and said firmly, "Yahiko, save your breath. We're not leaving."
"Not just me, Nagato won't leave either, and neither will Akashige and the others."
The five of them stared at the oncoming wave of enemies.
From the shadows, Zetsu grinned.
To him, this moment of crisis was the perfect chance to isolate Nagato.
But he had to be careful—Nagato couldn't be harmed.
After all, those eyes were the real prize.
Invisible kunai and shuriken came flying once more, but Yahiko and Nagato had already figured out the attack's pattern.
Clang!
A series of crisp metallic sounds rang out as the shuriken were all deflected.
But that was just the first wave.
The next volley followed immediately after… only this time, something unexpected happened.
These deadly blades, sharp as the scythe of death itself, suddenly lost all force and fell to the ground like useless scrap metal.
Seeing this, Zetsu froze for a moment, then quickly realized what had happened.
"Makito was attacked? Otherwise, he wouldn't stop using his eye techniques."
"What's going on?"
"Forget it. The plan can't stop now."
With the arrow already nocked, there was no turning back.
Zetsu waved his arm sharply.
"Kill them all!"
At his command, the battle erupted once more.
...
At the same time, Uchiha Makito, clad in a black cloak, now stood face-to-face with the man who had finally caught up after chasing him all this way—Gekko Chizan.
Both men studied each other carefully.
A black cloak.
A mask.
Two unfamiliar Mangekyō Sharingan glowing in his eyes.
Seeing his opponent, Gekko Chizan's heart sank, a single thought flashing through his mind.
Uchiha Madara's successor, huh…
Unknown Mangekyō.
Unknown abilities.
Meanwhile, Uchiha Makito's eyes burned with hatred the moment he saw Gekko Chizan.
Killing intent boiled within him.
Fueled by Madara's words, he knew well that Gekko Chizan was no longer the same person as before.
The brat who had once toyed with him and Uchiha Seim had grown stronger.
But the stronger Chizan became, the more Makito wanted to kill him—to wash away the humiliation festering in his heart.
Even if Chizan had killed the Third Mizukage, Makito felt no fear.
"Strike first and take the advantage!"
Chizan attacked first, unwilling to give his opponent any chance.
Multiple waterspouts rose around him, spiraling violently as they tore toward Makito with crushing force.
"Hmph! Gekko Chizan… I won't let you interfere with our plan."
"I'll kill you right here."
Makito didn't move an inch as the waterspouts approached, his eyes spinning rapidly.
Then, just as they were about to reach him, the waterspouts suddenly froze in midair—
As if time itself had stopped.
This stunned Chizan.
His technique wasn't disrupted.
No barrier was in place.
Yet the waterspouts simply refused to advance another step.
"Mangekyō power… spatial, maybe?"
"But it doesn't seem like any technique I know…"
Chizan's mind raced, but Makito gave him no time to think.
With the waterspouts locked in place, Makito launched his own attack.
"Fire Release: Lotus Technique."
Blue flames erupted—this time in far greater numbers, filling the entire sky.
Chizan nearly felt his trypophobia triggered by the sheer density of flames.
"Chōmei, watch closely for me. His eye technique is… strange."
"Got it—wait, crap! Chizan, behind you!"
Chōmei's sudden shout startled Chizan—
And at that moment, he realized he was surrounded by flames.
Even his sharp eyes hadn't caught how they appeared.
"Damn it! Flying!"
Using Flying Thunder God, Chizan teleported away just as the flames detonated.
He had already set multiple coordinates beforehand—his usual style.
Makito, seeing Chizan escape, sneered in disdain.
"Space-time ninjutsu, huh."
"Let's see if you can dodge every time."
His eyes locked onto Chizan's new position.
More flames erupted, instantly appearing around him again, as if from nowhere.
"Just fire? You think I can't handle this?"
"Fire Release: Hiding in Ash and Dust Technique!"
Thick smoke billowed out, shrouding all the flames.
Fire clashed with fire, sending sparks scattering across the battlefield.
The smoke engulfed everything, hiding Chizan within.
Makito watched the smoke rush toward him, unmoving.
And just like the waterspouts, the smoke stopped in midair—
As if blocked by some unseen force.
Chizan, observing carefully, decided to try a different approach.
Flying Thunder God activated once more—
This time, he appeared behind Makito, in his blind spot.
"Thousand Years of Death! Enhanced Pain!"
The infamous technique shot forward—
Only for Makito to glance back at him.
And in that moment, Chizan realized, utterly stunned—
Even at point-blank range, no matter how hard he struck, he couldn't land a hit.
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