The battle had escalated to an incomprehensible level. The atmosphere felt charged, like the very air itself was trembling under the weight of the power unleashed between Yami and Vistago. The earth around them seemed to ripple with every movement as the combatants faced each other, the tension palpable. But what was even more unsettling was how Yami stood there, eerily still, almost like a silent sentinel, as Vistago launched attack after attack with unrelenting fury.

Vistago was a storm in motion. His speed was incomprehensible as he blurred into and out of sight, his hands flashing with deadly jutsu, his chakra crackling like lightning around him. He moved like a predator hunting its prey, each strike meant to land with precision and lethal force. His power was undeniable, his attacks so fast that the air itself seemed to scream as his fists, feet, and chakra blasts whizzed past with blinding speed.

And yet, Yami didn't move. He didn't react. He stood there, motionless, like a dark statue carved from obsidian. His aura was so oppressive that it seemed to crush the very air around him, a vortex of power that warped the very ground beneath his feet. His eyes glowed faintly, the Kusarigan swirling with ethereal, chain-like patterns as if they were reading Vistago's every move before it even happened. He was the embodiment of stillness in the midst of chaos.

Vistago's frustration mounted with every failed strike. His speed increased, his attacks becoming more erratic and wild, but nothing reached Yami. Each blow, each blast of chakra, was dodged with perfect precision—by nothing more than a subtle shift of Yami's stance, the slightest turn of his head, or a small shift of his fingers.

Naruto, B, and the others watched in awe, completely stunned by the display of control Yami was showing.

"This is insane…" Naruto whispered, his eyes wide as he watched Yami move not a muscle, his body seemingly unmoved by the flurry of strikes coming from Vistago.

"Vistago's power is monstrous," B commented, his brows furrowing as he observed, "But look at how Yami is handling it. It's like he's seeing everything before it happens."

Lee clenched his fists, watching Yami's stillness with a sense of admiration. "He's… controlling the battlefield without even fighting. It's like he's one with the world itself."

Neji, ever the observer, nodded slightly. "He's reading Vistago's movements before Vistago even makes them. His control over his senses and his chakra is unparalleled."

Rei, standing beside them, could hardly believe her eyes. Yami, the one she loved, stood there with the entire weight of Vistago's onslaught crashing against him, yet he didn't even flinch. Not once. It was as if Yami had transcended the need for action—he was allowing the world to come to him, waiting for the exact moment to strike.

Kakashi and Jiraiya both stood at the ready, but neither had yet moved to intervene. It was as if they too were caught in the awe of Yami's display, their instincts telling them that no assistance was needed—not yet. They could see what Yami was doing, and it was almost unsettling. He wasn't just reacting to Vistago's attacks; he was controlling them, weaving through the chaos like a master of space and time.

"This is…" Jiraiya started, his voice tinged with admiration and confusion. "He's not even fighting. He's just… letting Vistago waste his energy."

Shino stood to the side, his arms crossed, watching intently. "It's not just that he's waiting. Yami's chakra is so dense right now that it's almost like he's absorbing Vistago's power. He's reading everything before it happens."

Buddha, still in his form of stoic calm, gave a small nod as he watched Yami stand there unyielding. "There is more to this battle than brute force… Yami is controlling this entire battlefield with nothing but his presence."

But the most profound reaction came from the Naguyoto brothers, Qwana and Nijira. Their expressions were locked in a mixture of disbelief and reverence as they watched their clan's greatest enemy move with such calm superiority.

"He… He's not even trying to fight back," Qwana murmured. "It's like he's already won."

Nijira's eyes narrowed, and for the first time, a sense of fear flickered across his face. "I don't think he's just waiting for the right moment… He's breaking Vistago down piece by piece. He's forcing Vistago to exhaust himself."

Indeed, that was what Yami was doing. His Kusarigan read the flow of fate, seeing every attack coming before it even materialized. With each of Vistago's powerful blows that crashed through the air, Yami dodged with terrifying ease, making Vistago seem like a desperate, overpowered child. And as Vistago's energy waned, his attacks growing more erratic and his movements more frantic, Yami's stillness became an oppressive force that suffocated him.

But it wasn't just about reading the attacks. It was about control. Every movement Yami made, every shift in his position, was calculated. He was steering the flow of the fight, dictating the rhythm of the battle while Vistago flailed against him.

Vistago, now visibly irritated, launched himself forward once more, this time with a ferocity that split the air. His body glowed with an almost unholy energy as he hurled a massive sphere of chakra directly at Yami's chest. The force behind it could shatter mountains.

But Yami didn't even flinch. With a simple tilt of his head, the sphere missed by mere inches, splintering a large chunk of the terrain in its wake. Vistago gritted his teeth in frustration and prepared to launch another attack, but it was too late.

Yami raised his hand slightly, his fingers twitched, and in an instant, Vistago's attacks were nullified. It wasn't just his physical movements that had been blocked—it was his chakra flow. Vistago's energy seemed to slow, as if his very will to fight had been sapped by an invisible force. He stumbled, eyes widening, as he realized what was happening.

"This… this can't be…" Vistago muttered under his breath. "How is he… controlling me?"

And then, for the first time, Yami spoke—his voice low, but filled with a quiet, resonating authority. "Your will is nothing. You've already lost."

Vistago, now on the back foot, scowled as he realized the futility of his efforts. His chakra surged, pushing him to his limits, but every move he made only brought him closer to exhaustion. The tension in the air was thick—Yami had not struck a single blow, yet the power he radiated was so overwhelming that it seemed to turn the tide of the battle. His stillness was the calm before the storm.

Naruto, watching, couldn't help but shout, "He's toying with him! No, he's making Vistago burn himself out! He doesn't even need to fight back!"

Neji closed his eyes for a moment, a rare look of awe crossing his features. "Yami… He's reached a level beyond even our understanding. He's not fighting to win. He's fighting to break Vistago's spirit, and it's working."

Rei clenched her fists, a mix of awe and worry in her heart. She didn't know if Yami had already won or if this was just the beginning, but one thing was certain—he was in control. The world had shifted. Yami had become the true master of this battle.

But Vistago wasn't going down so easily. His glare burned with hatred as he faced Yami, realizing that this fight was far from over.