"Who exactly are you?!"
Kawaki Aoba panted lightly. The wounds on his body throbbed faintly, yet he still stood straight, his gaze calm as he looked at Baki.
"I'm merely an ordinary Konoha ninja, Kawaki Aoba."
"An ordinary ninja?"
Baki repeated in a low voice, then suddenly gritted his teeth and sneered. Killing intent surged in his eyes.
"If I let you continue growing, you will surely become a great threat to Sunagakure, even the entire Shinobi World! Today, no matter what, I will kill you here!"
As soon as he spoke, Baki stopped holding back. Wind Release Chakra around him surged wildly, countless wind blades hovering densely around his body. At the same time, he flung out the ninja cloth at his waist once more. The strip, wrapped in Wind Release Chakra, became a weapon capable of both attack and defense.
"Dual technique—Wind Blades and Cloth Binding. Let's see how you break this!"
Baki controlled two ninjutsu at once. With his left hand, he manipulated the ninja cloth, waiting for a chance to bind his opponent; with his right, he controlled the wind blades in a frenzied assault. Attack and defense as one, without a single opening.
On one side were the sharp, inescapable killing wind blades; on the other was a binding ninjutsu impossible to guard against. The dual assault bore down on Kawaki Aoba at the same time.
Kawaki Aoba's Sharingan spun rapidly. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, his Chakra consumption steadily increasing as his vision began to blur slightly.
The successive high-intensity battles, repeated injuries, and continuous use of the Sharingan's perception had pushed his body to its limit.
"Can't hold on anymore?"
Baki keenly caught his exhausted state. His attacks grew fiercer as he pressed forward step by step, giving him no