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... in Naruto's hand, his heart skipped a beat.

Although he didn't know what the Rasengan was, his instincts told him that being hit by it would have dire consequences.

Just as he was about to leap away to avoid it, two of Naruto's shadow clones suddenly rushed out from either side, grabbing his arms and holding him firmly in place.

Sensing the danger, Sasuke quickly dispatched the two shadow clones holding him.

However, this brief delay cost him his last chance to d ...

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