"My blades outnumber yours." One hand resting on the hilt of her sword, Yura had sixteen pitch-black giant sickles floating neatly around her, packed densely like snarling demons, their blade tips aimed at Mito.
Yura nodded slightly. This much chakra was enough to dye sixteen blades black.
Mito's small mouth fell slightly open. Looking at those vicious sickles—thick, hard, and numerous—she fell into an indescribable silence. When swung, they were surely immensely powerful.
"Hair?" Mito asked, seemingly to herself.
"Yeah." Yura nodded.
With a rattle of chains, Mito withdrew her Adamantine Sealing Chains.
There was no need to compare any further. With so many blades, Mito had no matching force to oppose them. Once her eight Adamantine Sealing Chains were entangled, it would be over.
"In some ways, we're rather alike." Mito spoke wistfully. "I acknowledge this power."
Yura dispelled Earth Spear and drew back her hair. "Then, goodbye, Mito." Turning, she walked toward the shore. Reaching Lucy, she fastened a rope around her and said, "Let's go, Little Monster~"
Little Monster had somewhat resigned herself to fate. She had already been shattered once, so she flapped her wings and pulled Yura into the sky.
Watching Yura fly away into the heavens, Mito's eyes flickered.
"We'll meet again."
Mito turned and looked toward the Shinobi Continent across the sea. I need to set out too. There are some things I need to see for myself.
Land of Fire, Konoha.
A full day and night passed. Akitsu woke up that evening. At first, there was only darkness before her eyes. Then she realized that she could no longer move her body. She tried to struggle, but there was no movement whatsoever. Her body answered only with dead silence. When she tried to speak, she quickly discovered that even her voice was