"Congratulations on your achievement: First Blood..." Suddenly, I heard the voice of a system I had almost forgotten. I froze. "How did you even come up with something like that? First Blood—does that count as a double kill or a triple kill?"
However, the training he had received at the Ninja Academy had not been completely useless. Realizing he was still in a fight, he paid little attention to the useless system. I only felt as though I heard something else after the second half of the sentence, but I did not bother to remember it carefully. I stretched out my right hand and charged toward the dead-fish-eyed man on the other side.
Although Taku still looked like he had no idea what Mirai was doing, he understood what mattered most. Setting aside the doubts his simple mind could not figure out, he ran over while tangling with the dead-fish-eyed Kirigakure ninja alongside Kurenai Gou's friend. Sai, now that his position had been exposed, did not do anything as foolish as sneaking back. His footsteps lightly swept toward the other side of the battlefield, his speed far slower than before. He seemed to be preparing for another surprise attack.
Mirai interrupted the dead-fish-eyed man's Hidden Mist Technique. Although the man was patient, five days of intense travel had taken its toll on him. Not only had his physical condition declined, but, to his dismay, his reactions had become sluggish and weak. At the same time, his mind no longer controlled his body as smoothly as before. This slowed his ability to maintain the mist, giving Mirai an opening to break through it.
His strength was now less than seventy percent of his peak, yet he could barely hold off Kurenai Gou's friend. What he had not expected was for his