Blazing blue flames surged across the ground toward Gari like a fire demon crawling out of the abyss, bent on burning him to ash.
A scorching wave of heat struck him head-on. Gari had only just steadied himself and had no chance to dodge.
He did not need to look up. The heat against his cheeks told him that if this attack hit, he would die.
"Explosion Release: Landmine Fist!"
Refusing to wait for death, Gari roared and gathered chakra before driving his fist into the ground.
The chakra's immense energy erupted into a shock wave, hurling soil, gravel, and vegetation toward the Eight Sake Cups.
But he had unleashed the technique in haste, without enough time to build up its power. His Landmine Fist fell far short of the Eight Sake Cups.
The moment the two forces collided, the shock wave of Explosion Release chakra was crushed.
The Eight Sake Cups lost some of its force, but the flames still raced toward Gari along their original path.
"Pfft!"
Gari gathered chakra again and punched forward with another Landmine Fist.
Forcing his body to produce so much chakra in such a short time damaged his organs and the rest of his body. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had driven himself to internal injury to throw those two punches, yet Gari had no idea whether they would stop the attack—or whether it had been worth it.
Probably not. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape death.
Even so, Gari wanted to burn through everything he had and fight his enemy to the very end. If he could not win, he could at least give it his all.
Only then would he be worthy of the honor of being an Iwagakure Jonin.
The second Landmine Fist was