"Ninja Art: Hair Missile Heavy Death!"
The next moment, Munashi Jinpachi fiercely swung Shibuki in his hand. The scroll wrapped around the greatsword immediately shot outward, surrounding Ryōken and the other man in the blink of an eye.
Ryōken stood steadily at the center, casting a mildly curious glance over the enormously extended scroll, looking completely unconcerned.
At the sight, a hint of chill flashed through Munashi Jinpachi's exposed eye as he abruptly poured chakra into it.
The explosive seals inscribed upon the scroll suddenly flashed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A succession of astonishing explosions erupted one after another. Flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke instantly spread through the forest.
"It's over."
"That idiot actually dared to take Hair Missile Heavy Death head-on."
"He let that bastard Munashi Jinpachi kill another interesting fellow for nothing."
Suikazan and Biwa Jūzō, who had just arrived, watched the scene and spoke coldly, clearly displeased.
They had hurried over after sensing the astonishing sword intent here, hoping to get a share of the spoils. Who would have thought the target was an idiot?
There was absolutely no way anyone could survive such violent explosions.
At the center of the battlefield.
As the flames erupted, Ryōken casually drew Starry Night and held the sword upright before him.
"Laurent Eye of the Mind!"
An invisible barrier suddenly appeared, then expanded outward, directly enveloping Ryōken and the other man.
Seeing the suddenly appearing barrier, the Konoha captain immediately relaxed. But upon closer inspection, the barrier was only a thin layer.
He instantly looked toward Ryōken with concern, his thoughts written plainly in his eyes.
Could this thing really be relied on?
Ryōken ignored him and stared straight ahead, as if he did not take the incoming explosions seriously at all.
No, not as if. He truly