Seeing Naruto walking toward him step by step, Jinin Akebino experienced dignity in the face of death for the first time. Then he suddenly laughed. "Kid, you're good. I admit that you're truly strong, but..."
At that moment, he suddenly released his grip and set down the two nearly ruined weapons. A tremendous aura surged from his body. Killing intent even fiercer and crueler than Munashi Jinpachi's poured down like a mountain. He shouted in a deep voice, "I have wielded a blade for many years. The Seven Ninja Swordsmen fought long ago to carve our way into this world. We shook your Konoha and this peaceful world! But even without a blade in hand, these hands of mine are stained with the blood of countless Konoha shinobi! You want to kill an old man? What a joke!"
Sleeping is useless. I'm going to kill you now! Naruto did not react at all to Jinin Akebino's words, which were enough to make anyone furious. He continued forward step by step, his expression indifferent and his aura cold.
Jinin Akebino was indeed powerful, difficult to contend against. Yet true strength came from surviving countless battles between life and death. He had killed even more people, and his killing intent was startlingly dense. He knew his weapons were already obsolete; years ago, he would have been better off fighting Mirai with his own abilities. However, after relying on weapons for so long, he had even become somewhat rusty at fighting barehanded. With a trace of uncertainty in his heart, he released killing intent first to pressure Mirai. In his view, no matter how troublesome this little monster was, his experience and aura were ultimately lacking. His killing intent should have been even more overwhelming.
However, he had miscalculated this time. Had he