Make a Futile Resistance!

"Aoba! That was amazing!"

Naruto couldn't help shouting from afar, his eyes full of excitement.

Hinata, however, kept her gaze fixed on the battlefield, her brows slightly furrowed.

She could sense that Sasori's strength went far beyond this.

Sure enough, in the next moment, two new puppets emerged behind Sasori. Each was more refined than the last, and the poisonous gleam emanating from their weapons was even more intense.

"You think destroying one puppet is enough to make me back down?"

There was a trace of mockery in Sasori's voice. "Kid, you're far too naive."

Aoba's gaze remained calm. He gently exhaled as the water flowing in his palm slowly converged, forming a denser mass of Chakra.

His figure looked somewhat blurred amid the wind and sand, yet he exuded an invisible authority.

"Naive?"

Aoba repeated softly, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "Then let me see just how strong your puppet technique really is."

The wind and sand suddenly surged. The two figures crossed paths over the sandy ground, and the sound of colliding Chakra echoed through the air.

Naruto and Hinata stood at a distance, watching the battle nervously.

Naruto clenched his fists, fighting spirit blazing in his eyes. "That Aoba guy... he's actually pretty impressive."

Hinata said nothing. She merely activated her Byakugan and silently observed every detail of the battlefield.

A sharp, burnt smell filled the air in the forest. Flames flickered in and out of view in the distance, like a trapped beast letting out an unwilling growl.

Kawaki Aoba stood behind a thick ancient tree, his back pressed against the trunk. His chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was somewhat unsteady.

His gaze pierced through the gaps between the trees, fixed on the distant point of explosion, while that deafening blast