(Chapter 17: The Winner Was Decided)
Oki charged at Mirai again. Mirai didn't dodge, instead thrusting his Kunai toward Oki. When two opponents met head-on, the braver one won. But to Mirai's surprise, Oki didn't dodge either. He grabbed Mirai's Kunai with his bare hand. Mirai hadn't expected that, and his expression changed.
Oki then kicked at him. With no choice, Mirai released the Kunai and crossed his arms in front of his body to block.
Thud! Oki's foot slammed into Mirai's arms. Mirai grimaced in pain as his body flew backward against his will, scraping a long trail across the ground before he finally stopped.
His arms were numb and trembling. They hurt as if they'd been broken. As expected of a Jonin, Mirai thought. His strength is the real deal. Even though he's declined a little, he's still far beyond a kid like me who's only trained for a year.
Mirai's Kunai had injured Oki's hand, but it hadn't slowed him down. Overall, Mirai had come out worse. He had to use his advantages now.
His advantages were Sleight of Hand and his eyes. Right, his eyes—his Sharingan far surpassed Oki's ordinary eyes. In a direct fight, with such a vast difference in physical ability, the Sharingan's effect was limited. But if he could reduce that gap, wouldn't that be like strengthening himself?
Mirai pulled two Smoke Bombs from his ninja tool pouch and hurled them toward Oki. He'd gotten these tools from Oki's students. He didn't usually use them, but since they'd been free, he'd taken them all, in keeping with his fine virtues of thrift and not letting anything go to waste. Now he could use them on their teacher.
Bang! Bang! The two Smoke Bombs exploded, and smoke began billowing around Oki's feet, spreading so