"Interesting," the Umbra Uchiha smiled, his gaze still lingering on the Knightfall. "Though I am not of this universe and my ability has been limited to just the blade, I believe they are." Rising from the stone, Masara imprinted his feet into the white-snow, a slight chill traveling, yet, never-effecting. As his statement suggested, traveling to a foreign universe had stripped Masara of the previous power in-which he had in his mother reality, though this was a truth he accepted rather quickly.
"I will help you seek what you sought," Masara sent three black-steel shurikens towards the Mamba, each gliding through the air in a cold wisp. Caught, evaded, or struck, Masara stood the same. His eyes confronting the reality that was to unfold.