Whoosh...
Floating clouds drifted by, obscuring the dark sun overhead. The sky turned gloomy, casting a heavy shadow across the earth.
Two figures stood sternly in the chaotic woods. The birds and beasts throughout the forest seemed to sense something unusual and flew away early.
Uzumaki Mito wore a traditional white kimono, her figure like a willow in the wind, looking light yet resilient.
Uchiha Chiri grasped a three-foot-long blade in her hand. Her curvaceous figure exuded an overwhelming aura, and her expression was cold and stern. The pupils in her eyes gradually turned crimson, revealing the three-tomoe Sharingan pattern.
Both were top-tier kunoichi of their era. Watching each other now, they were searching for that single, hard-to-notice opening.
Mito's white robes fluttered in the wind. After gazing at Chiri for a moment, knowing that the longer the delay the more disadvantageous it would be for her, she shifted her feet slightly apart.
Swish...
A barely audible soft sound came from the air.
Mito's previously motionless figure vanished from the spot in an instant of shifting thought. Her robes stirred up ripples, flashing a residual image in the air as if suddenly teleporting, and she appeared on Chiri's right in the blink of an eye!
There was no precursor before the attack, yet the momentum was as fast as thunder. If it were an ordinary ninja here, they would probably have their throat slit by a blade before even seeing a shadow!
However, captured by the dynamic vision of the Sharingan, no matter how fast the speed was, it would become traceable.
Chiri's gaze shifted slightly with Mito's figure, and the long blade in her hand lifted instantly, lunging toward Mito's chest while setting off a piercing blade hum!
Moonshadow Sword Style. Crescent Moon!
Swoosh...
A single blade struck out,