"What do we do?! With our current strength, we're no match for them at all!"
"I..."
Might Guy gritted his teeth, wanting to make one last desperate struggle, when a man radiating overflowing green chakra energy appeared before him.
"Made it just in time!"
"F-Father?!"
The boy, who had already advanced to chunin, looked at his father. For some reason, his heart instantly calmed, as though every danger had ceased to exist. But in the next second, Might Guy thought of his father's strength.
"Why is Father, a genin, here?!"
With a wave of his hand, Might Duy stared solemnly at the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist. Without looking back at Might Guy, he said, "There's no time for questions. Run! I'll buy you time!"
"Run?! Father, they're a group of jonin—and the elite Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist from Kirigakure! Are you planning to hold them off alone?! That's an enemy you can't possibly withstand!"
Seeing that his father intended to face the Seven Ninja Swordsmen alone, Might Guy cried out in shock, trying to persuade him. But Might Duy clearly had no intention of listening to his son's advice. Once, he had lost his chance to become strong. His own inadequacy had kept him from becoming the light in those admiring eyes. But now, he too was strong—a strength he truly loved and had absolute faith in. What he had to do now was protect the confidence he needed to protect.
"I still have my ultimate technique, Guy!"
"The Gate of Death...!"
Might Duy's words immediately reminded Guy of a technique his father had mentioned long ago. He had tried to learn it himself, but had never come close to meeting the requirements. Yet his father...
"Go!"
"No!"
Following Might Duy's roar, chakra erupted from his