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   "Kakashi, what can you do?" Nagasawa Nagasawa who was sitting on the office chair raised his head and asked.

  Kakashi silently took off his mask, revealing his blood-red Sangodama Sharingan.

   Immediately afterwards, the three hook jade rotated rapidly and merged together to form a sickle pattern.

   "Squad Leader Yongze, I have opened the kaleidoscope Sharingan you mentioned, the ability is to send objects at a certain distance to an unknown space.

  In ...

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