Land of Wind, desert.
Clang, clang, clang...
Fujitomo wielded his sword as he battled Yura.
Yura held a kunai, putting him at a considerable disadvantage against Fujitomo's long blade. He was steadily forced back.
Meanwhile, Sasori of the Red Sands was even more helpless.
With only Crow in hand, he was no match for Chiyo at all.
Chiyo controlled the two puppets, Father and Mother, attacking from the left and right.
Crow leaped into the air, spreading its four arms and raising its weapons to clash with Father and Mother.
Though Crow had four arms and three eyes, how capable could such an imitation puppet be?
It was no match for Father and Mother.
Crow was equipped with short blades, its four arms moving like phantoms.
Clang, clang, clang—the blades struck Father and Mother.
Yet Chiyo noticed that Sasori had avoided attacking Father and Mother's faces.
Chiyo sighed inwardly, and her movements slowed as well.
Crow rattled as it retreated.
The four short blades in its hands had all been reduced to broken stumps.
Crow casually tossed the broken blades onto the ground.
Sasori said irritably, "Old woman, are you looking down on me?"
Before Chiyo could speak, Yura, who was fighting beside them, could no longer hold on. Fujitomo knocked the kunai from his hand and drove his blade toward Yura's chest.
Yura clamped both hands around the blade, stopping it from advancing.
Fujitomo and Yura struggled against each other. Taller and stronger, Fujitomo pressed down on Yura's hands and slowly forced the blade into Yura's chest, inch by inch.
Yura's face twisted, his teeth grinding audibly.
He used every ounce of strength to stop the blade from advancing.
Yet from the corner of his eye, he glanced toward Sasori. "Lord... Sasori..."
Squelch...
Fujitomo's blade pierced straight through Yura's