"You Konoha bastard, don't underestimate me!"
The instant Omoi was kicked away, his body dragged a bloody trail several meters across the ground. His damn Short Sword flew out of his hand and lodged in the rubble, its blade still humming.
His hand had gone numb.
Fuck, this bushy-browed bastard hit hard.
He braced himself against the ground and barely managed to lift his head. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin, but he kept muttering:
"Damn it... that kick packed a punch... I'll have to get the medical team to give me an extra chicken drumstick when I get back... otherwise, if they dock my pay, I'll be losing out..."
"If Lord Raikage finds out I lost... will he make me run a hundred laps around Cloud Hidden Mountain...? I won't be able to dodge Lord Bee's rap training either... I don't want that... and I don't want to see Boss Darui's scowl... I can't beat him. This guy's all fired up..."
Up in the stands, Karui stamped her feet in fury, her pink hair bristling. "Shut up! How can you still be thinking about chicken drumsticks at a time like this?! Just hang in there!"
Atsui also clenched his fists and shouted, "Omoi! Don't disgrace the Cloud Village! Show him what you can really do!"
Both looked utterly exasperated, yet they couldn't help leaning forward, their eyes fixed on the field. The bastard might never shut up, but everyone admired the grit in his bones.
It was obvious.
The bastard wasn't willing to give up.
They all practiced swordsmanship, damn it.
They knew each other too well.
This bastard, he... all we can do is support him.
Perhaps Rock Lee couldn't bear to keep going.
After all, his opponent was already in