With a thud, his legs sank to the ground.
Mirai's joy suddenly came from behind him.
The aura of death—an aura chilling enough to make one shudder.
Only when the brat used his jutsu did he have a chance to breathe!
He turned around in terror, only to see Mirai extend a finger toward his eyeball. Behind the fox mask, his black eyes were deep and mesmerizing.
"Die together with Ash and Bone!"
Pfft!
The aura of life rotted away along with the bones. He could not understand why he had lost when he died in a contest of taijutsu...
Mirai raised the bone spikes covering his body with a weary expression and said softly, "That was just a final gamble. It nearly killed me!"
With a whoosh, Hatake Sakumo flashed to Mirai's side.
He reached out and patted his shoulder, saying half-jokingly, "If you say that, should everyone else just kill themselves?"
A seven-year-old child had faced a bear alone!
No one would believe such a record.
Although the main reasons were Mirai's abilities, his lethal nature after gaining the upper hand, and his restraint over shinobi.
There was no doubt that Mirai was a genius.
Hatake Sakumo shook his head. When he had been seven, he should still have been diligently practicing with a blade.
Mirai rolled his eyes, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
Hatake Sakumo fell silent for a moment before lavishly praising him. "You used the illusion very well."
Yes, the moment Mirai first used the bone bullet was when the illusion began.
He knew that when speed could no longer keep up with physical endurance, there were only two ways to win.
Either stall until the opponent's chakra and stamina were exhausted, slowing him down.
However, Mirai was not someone who liked to passively