The cloud genin who had entered a berserk state had completely abandoned all thought, leaving only the instinct to destroy.
He opened his mouth and spat a blue fireball the size of a washbasin at Hoshi, then launched himself at Hoshi with a leap from his hind legs.
The two attacks came one after another. Even if Hoshi dodged the fireball, he would be torn to pieces by the pouncing cloud genin.
With that thought in mind, Hoshi simply chose to use the unfinished Line of Moonlight.
The Line of Moonlight passed right by the blue fireball. Hoshi could even smell the ends of his hair being singed by the intense heat. He barely avoided the fireball, and the pounce that followed as well.
Before the man could turn around, Hoshi swung his blade backhandedly and slashed him across the back. He had used his full strength in that strike; under normal circumstances, it could have cut a man in two.
Yet protected by the Two-Tails' Chakra cloak, the strike only left a shallow wound on the genin.
Not only had that slash failed to seriously injure his opponent, it had instead stirred up his ferocity.
He turned around and swung his one remaining arm powerfully at Hoshi's face, forcing Hoshi to hurriedly raise his blade to block.
The blade clearly stopped the man's claws, but the gust stirred up by them still made Hoshi's cheeks sting.
Hoshi secretly counted himself fortunate. Good thing he'd chopped off one of the man's arms beforehand. Otherwise, if the guy followed up with another slap, there would have been nowhere for him to dodge.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when a gust of wind came from behind him. Hoshi inwardly cursed, but the attack was simply too close. He had no