A puppeteer's greatest fear was having an enemy get close, and Chiga had now reached Sasori of the Red Sands' side.
Chiga's gaze was as sharp as a blade, his scarlet Sharingan blooming with an eerie red glow in the night. The samurai sword in his hand gleamed with a cold radiance.
Faced with Chiga's overwhelming momentum, Sasori of the Red Sands could no longer evade him, nor did he dare look into Chiga's eyes.
"It's over!"
Chiga made no unnecessary movements. He reached Sasori of the Red Sands and raised his samurai sword, preparing to cleave him in two and avenge the destruction of his Crow.
However, just as Chiga thought Sasori of the Red Sands had no other means left, he suddenly saw a faint smile appear at the corners of Sasori's mouth.
At that very moment, several blades inexplicably extended from Sasori of the Red Sands' back.
Those sharp blades stabbed straight toward Chiga's heart.
Chiga's heart tightened, and he forcibly twisted his body, narrowly dodging the attack.
He could not help but sigh inwardly: As expected of Sasori of the Red Sands, a future member of the Akatsuki. He's already started tampering with his own body at this point.
It looks like full-body modification isn't far off.
It was only because Chiga had been alert that he managed to avoid being struck by the sudden attack.
But Chiga was not willing to let his own attack miss so easily.
He turned his blade, and the samurai sword carved a strange arc through the air before brutally slashing into Sasori's arm!
"Hmph!"
In an instant, blood sprayed through the air, and Sasori of the Red Sands' arm fell with a thud.
Blood gushed like a spring, staining the front of his clothes red and dripping onto the