"No… Master!!!"
Seeing Ogre collapse lifelessly, Seryu's last thread of composure snapped.
The figure she had worshiped since childhood—her faith, her guiding light—was gone, extinguished as easily as brushing away dust.
"I'll kill you… I'll kill you, you monster!!!"
Bloodshot eyes, shattered reason—Seryu hurled herself forward in blind fury, screaming of justice and vengeance. At point-blank range, she triggered her final, desperate trump card.
Bang!
The shot never reached its target.
"Too slow."
Uchiha Tobirama caught the projectile between two fingers. A light tap—then the bullet was flicked aside and the mechanism destroyed in an instant. Seryu was sent tumbling across the rubble, ribs screaming in protest as she crashed hard.
Pinned beneath Tobirama's heel, she glared up at him through blood and tears.
"Kill me…" she rasped. "Do it."
"Kill you?" Tobirama smiled faintly. "I already told you—your lives are mine."
Her curses poured out in a final attempt to provoke mercy through death. He only laughed, utterly unmoved, as if her hatred were nothing more than noise.
At last, Seryu's strength failed. She closed her eyes, despair hollowing her out.
"Boring," Tobirama said, stepping back. With a snap of his fingers, space twisted.
Buzz.
When the distortion faded, the survivors found themselves elsewhere—no longer amid ruins, but inside a lavish noble chamber. The oppressive pressure returned, sealing their strength completely. Panic rippled through Night Raid as the implications sank in.
Najenda forced herself forward, voice steady despite the fear. "End it here. Kill us if you must—but don't degrade us."
Tobirama removed his coat and regarded them coolly. "You're eager to test yourselves, aren't you? Then we'll 'spar.' Properly."
What followed was not a battle of blades.
It was domination—absolute, overwhelming, and merciless.
Every attempt to resist was shut down before it could begin. Every technique they prided themselves on was dismantled with terrifying precision. One by one, their resolve was broken—not through gore or spectacle, but through the crushing certainty that resistance was meaningless.
Time blurred. Strength drained away. Silence replaced defiance.
At last, Tobirama turned aside, interest spent.
"That's enough for tonight."
Around him lay the remnants of shattered confidence and defeated will. The contrast was complete—between those who believed themselves strong, and the one who truly was.
And in that oppressive quiet, the lesson burned deeper than any wound could.