Chiya landed by the wall, his breathing faltering for a moment.
Kirishima Jin had prepared far too thoroughly within this mist.
All his ninjutsu had been countered. Did he have no choice but to use the Mangekyo Sharingan?
The moment that thought surfaced, a sharp pain suddenly pierced Chiya's chest.
At first, it was only a faint prick.
The next instant, the pain spread violently, as though countless tiny needles had stabbed into his lungs.
Chiya grunted and hurriedly held his breath.
Kaguya's voice sounded in his mind.
"Don't breathe in."
"The water droplets in the mist have all condensed into needles!"
Only then did Chiya realize just how powerful Kirishima Jin's control over the mist was.
The surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker, moisture clinging to his nose and lips. The moment he failed to resist taking a breath, tiny water needles would burrow into his lungs.
Kirishima Jin's voice rang out again.
"Within this mist, every breath you take is like inhaling blades into your body."
"No matter what, this is as far as you go."
Chiya tightened his grip on Futsu no Mitama.
His chest hurt terribly.
He could not breathe, and his vision had been nearly completely crippled. He could only rely on Sage Mode to sense his surroundings.
But there were too many clones.
Ninjutsu and mist clones continuously attacked him from every direction.
Chiya kept dodging, blocking, and striking back.
He could not drag this out any longer.
If this continued, the mist would truly wear him to death.
Just then, Kaguya suddenly spoke.
"Use Wind Release."
Chiya gave a bitter smile inwardly.
"I want to, but I don't know how."
"Idiot. You don't, but I do."
The next moment, a dense surge of Chakra instantly poured out from within Chiya.
Almost immediately, a