Shinobi World Inflation

Killer B's attack style was a little flashy, while Little Blondie's was simple and brutal.

Once they closed in, however, Little Blondie's attacks became flashy instead. A specially made kunai flitted about like a nimble butterfly, leaving Killer B scrambling.

Once his fighting habits and Taijutsu patterns had been figured out, Killer B started having a bad time.

Five minutes later, Minato Namikaze, satisfied with his considerable gains, calmly put away his kunai, flicked back the hair that had begun to cover his eyes, and left without a word.

Leaving Killer B lying on the ground, drenched in foul sweat, his eyes dull and his face the picture of utter despair.

This wasn't scientific at all!!

This was completely unscientific. Why was it that once you figured out my fighting patterns, you could beat me down at will, but when I tried to figure out yours, I got beaten even worse?

This wasn't scientific.

"Aba, am I kind of stupid?"

"..."

That was not an easy question to answer. The Eight-Tails felt rather troubled, because it feared that one wrong answer would make Killer B find new ways to pester it.

"That's not right."

His despair quickly faded. Killer B was not someone easily crushed by setbacks. On the contrary, his mind was firm and resilient.

He sprang up from the ground and sat down cross-legged with steady composure, beginning to analyze the battle just now.

"Why can he beat me down once he figures out my fighting habits and Taijutsu patterns, while I can't do the same?"

"Why?"

Killer B looked rather distressed.

The Eight-Tails, which had remained silent all along, sighed.

"Maybe because his fighting style is more brutal?"

Under Jingyi's guidance, Minato Namikaze had always pursued simplicity and efficiency in combat. To put it bluntly, he was