Heavy gusts from the blade pushed forward layer by layer, shearing away the ground beneath their feet layer by layer. Yet Jinin Akebino seemed tireless, still swinging his greatsword at high speed. "What's wrong, Konoha brat? Don't you dare fight this old man? If you shrink back, you won't be able to beat me. Then your students can... heh heh."
Damn old ghost, getting so arrogant just because he has a good weapon! Mirai was furious inside, but he knew this was the other man's way of provoking him, so his face showed no negative emotion. Instead, he flashed a brilliant smile. "It's hard to say how this will end. You're being too reckless, waving that sword around just to keep me back. Your chakra and stamina must have been heavily depleted. So, will Master Nuibari defeat my students first, or do you want to gamble on whether you'll be killed by me before you can hold out?"
He was telling the truth. Jinin Akebino was not in an easy position right now. The main purpose of his wild greatsword swings was to suppress Mirai and keep him from advancing. But then again, Jinin Akebino was somewhat helpless himself. His greatsword was powerful and heavy, especially its hammer-like force, capable of breaking through any defense. It was best suited for hard-fought battles. Yet this Konoha brat kept slipping away from his grasp. Though he did not possess any particularly outstanding ability, his patience was excellent. He always shook off entanglements and retreated at the first opportunity. Unfortunately, he was also very adept at this grinding style of combat, making Jinin Akebino truly feel that his strength was insufficient.
Although he swung his sword quickly, it was mainly to drive his opponent back; he was not giving his all to defeat