True killing intent crashed down like a towering wave of blood.
Mirai stood perfectly still, as though he had been frightened stiff by Juzo's killing intent.
The greatsword swung once, severing his head.
"Die!!"
Juzo leaped into the air, determined to split Mirai in two!
Roar!
The Kubikiribōchō fell straight onto Mirai's head. A savage gleam flashed through Juzo's eyes.
The muscles in his arm bulged as his strength surged!
Splurt! Blood gushed out like a spring, streaming wildly down the sharp blade.
Just as expected.
Mirai's body was cleaved in half from head to toe by the Kubikiribōchō.
Yet Juzo showed no joy. His expression sank instead.
Without even having time to withdraw the Kubikiribōchō, he grabbed Mirai's body and leaped backward.
Three strange concealed weapons sank into the ground in succession, lined up where Juzo had been standing moments earlier.
Juzo's substitute glanced at the card beside the wooden log, his face turning dark and ugly.
He had never expected that he, a powerful elite ninja and one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen wielding the Kubikiribōchō, would be fooled by such a move!
Juzo seemed to have forgotten that he was currently fleeing for his life, and that Konoha's ninja would soon catch up to him.
"Brat, you're dead!" Juzo shouted through gritted teeth, raising the Kubikiribōchō in one hand.
Really? Mirai stood expressionlessly on a tree branch, looking down at Juzo beyond his line of sight.
If Juzo had been at his peak, Mirai's chance of victory would have been only one percent.
But now...
Whoosh!!
With a flick of his hand, a gray bone as thick as a little finger shot from Mirai's palm. It was as fast as a ninja throwing a kunai.
Juzo was badly injured and had only one arm left, but as