"Throat, eyes, heart, stomach, kidneys. I'll pick one vital spot and strike."
Shiratori's voice drifted through the mist, impossible to pinpoint.
"Heh. Kirigakure does love its tricks. All that mystery just for show," Orochimaru said with a smile.
"It has its uses," Fugaku said. "Especially against lower- and mid-ranking Ninja. It can catch them off guard. Without a good command of Wind Release Ninjutsu, they're easily wounded."
Orochimaru nodded. "True. Lower- and mid-ranking Ninja have so few options. Some know only one or two Ninjutsu.
"Let's see how Kakashi handles it. I have faith in him."
Fugaku had already activated his Sharingan. Spotting movement in the mist, he said, "Kakashi has a few tricks of his own. Shiratori is no match for him."
Within the mist, Shiratori charged toward Kakashi. He adjusted its density as he moved, keeping Kakashi from catching sight of him.
A figure appeared behind Kakashi in an instant. Shiratori thrust at his kidney, a sly grin already spreading across his face.
His sword plunged into Kakashi's body. Then Shiratori froze. Kakashi dissolved into a puff of white smoke.
It had been a Shadow Clone. The real Kakashi appeared behind Shiratori and held his Short Sword to his throat.
"How is that possible? When did you...?"
Shiratori stared in disbelief. Without his Chakra controlling it, the mist in the arena gradually dispersed.
"Look at your feet," Kakashi said. "You were too confident. The Hidden Mist Technique is troublesome, but it has weaknesses."
Shiratori looked down. A large hole gaped beneath the spot where Kakashi's Shadow Clone had vanished.
When the Hidden Mist Technique first rose, the real Kakashi had gone underground. He had circled behind his Shadow Clone and waited for Shiratori to appear.
"I can't complain about losing this one. Kakashi of Konoha lives up to