Kawaki Aoba tightened his grip on the short blade in his hand. The flames along its edge burned even fiercer as he said with unwavering resolve, "Don't be afraid. We'll deal with him together! Draw his attention from the left, and I'll attack his opening from the right!"
The clone nodded. Though he was low on chakra, he still gritted his teeth and rushed to the left, gathering the last wisp of chakra in his hand before throwing a weak Fire Release attack at the Water Dragon Bullet.
The black-clad man on the left was indeed drawn in by the clone. He controlled the Water Dragon Bullet and turned it left, intending to deal with the clone first.
But at that moment, Kawaki Aoba shot out from the right like an arrow loosed from its bow. His short blade blazed with scorching flames as it stabbed straight toward the black-clad man's chest.
The black-clad man sensed the danger and tried to pull the Water Dragon Bullet back to defend himself, but it was already too late. The flames on the short blade instantly pierced his defenses, and the blade sank deeply into his chest.
"Urgh..."
The black-clad man let out a pained groan, his body crumpling limply to the ground. Deprived of chakra, the Water Dragon Bullet instantly dispersed into the air, leaving only puddles of water across the ground.
Kawaki Aoba pulled out his short blade. The flames on it gradually died down as he caught his breath and looked at the clone beside him.
The clone's body had already begun to turn transparent, his chakra rapidly dissipating. He smiled at Kawaki Aoba and said, "Original, we won... Looks like your strategy worked."
Kawaki Aoba nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes. "It was thanks to you. Without