Everything Is Under His Control!

"Lord Shinku, I... I can help!"

Aoba gritted his teeth, his voice trembling slightly but carrying a stubborn resolve.

He rose to his feet and tried to approach the battlefield, but the moment he took a step forward, the female ninja appeared before him like a ghost. Her short blade flashed coldly through the air, aimed straight at his chest.

"Konoha's little rat, you'd better behave."

The female ninja's voice was icy, tinged with mockery.

Light as the wind, she drew an arc through the air with her blade, precisely cutting off all of Aoba's avenues of retreat.

Aoba's pupils constricted. His body instinctively leaned back, narrowly evading the blade.

The tip grazed his collar, slicing off a tiny shred of fabric.

He swiftly rolled aside and hurled the kunai in his hand, trying to force her back.

However, the female ninja merely snorted. With a flick of her wrist, her short blade precisely knocked aside the incoming kunai with a crisp metallic clang.

"That's all you've got?"

The female ninja sneered and closed in on Aoba again, following him like a shadow.

Her speed far exceeded Aoba's ability to react. Her short blade carved one fierce trajectory after another through the air, as though she intended to suppress him completely.

Meanwhile, the battle at the center of the valley had fully erupted.

The tall, thin ninja rapidly formed hand seals and shouted in a low voice, "Wind Style: Vacuum Serial Waves!"

A succession of piercing wind blades shot from his mouth, flying toward Shinku like countless arrows.

The wind blades tore through the air with piercing shrieks, whipping up yellow sand that blotted out the sky.

Shinku's expression did not change. He quickly formed hand seals and said in a deep voice, "Earth Style: Rock Flow Wall!"

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