Judging by the trajectory and angle of the explosives, the attacker had to be hiding behind the pillar ahead and to the right!
The man with glasses made his assessment in an instant. His eyes narrowed as he fixed on the pillar, ready to strike back and drag the attacker out of hiding.
But just as he was about to move—
"I'm over here!"
A young girl's voice rang out, clear and bright, from the exact opposite direction!
Startled, the man with glasses whipped his head toward the thick fog on his left. He could just make out a little girl with pink hair!
Anya had read his mind and used what she learned to mislead him.
What?! Was I wrong? Are there two attackers? Or did they use some kind of Clone Technique?
For an instant, his focus wavered.
That instant was all Himawari Uzumaki needed!
Her small figure burst from the fog behind him and to his right like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. She gathered Chakra in her toes and fingertips, moving with astonishing speed!
"Gentle Fist: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms!"
Himawari's clear shout rang out as she attacked!
"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"
A rapid flurry of precise palm strikes and finger thrusts hit key points across the man's back and arms. Each blow carried the Chakra-blocking force of the Gentle Fist!
"Argh!" Numbness swept through the man with glasses. His Chakra flow faltered, half his body stopped obeying him, and the Shuriken in his hand clattered to the deck.
He tried to turn around, unable to believe what had happened, but Himawari's relentless blows threw him off balance. He hit the deck with a heavy thud and found himself unable to move.
"We did it!" Klee and Anya ran out of the fog and slapped