Hatake Style: Falling White!
Sakumo's figure suddenly blurred. The next second, he stood between Sasori and the Third Kazekage Puppet, his short blade becoming a silver bolt of lightning that slashed straight down.
The strike seemed simple and direct, yet it held supreme speed and precise anticipation.
It was aimed neither at Sasori nor at the puppet, but at empty air.
No, not empty air.
The blade followed the exact path where Sakumo predicted the chakra threads between himself and the Third Kazekage human puppet would most likely pass after he used the Body Flicker Technique.
The highly condensed chakra coating his blade severed several of the most crucial chakra threads connecting Sasori to the Third Kazekage Puppet with flawless precision.
The instant those threads snapped, the Third Kazekage Puppet's movements stalled ever so slightly-too subtly for an ordinary person to notice.
Although Sasori could quickly compensate with other threads, that fleeting delay was already enough for Sakumo.
Using the momentum of Falling White and the explosive burst of the Body Flicker Technique, he appeared before the momentarily stunned Sasori almost as soon as the threads broke, as though he had teleported.
His assault never stopped! It only grew faster!
"Hatake Style: Crescent Moon!"
The short blade traced a flawless, hauntingly beautiful arc in Sakumo's hand, like a crescent moon rising into the sky.
Too fast for the eye to follow, the strike swept diagonally upward across Sasori's neck, carrying a cold, resolute edge that seemed capable of severing moonlight itself!
Crack!
A crisp sound rang out, like a dry branch snapping.
Sasori's finely crafted yet cold puppet head flew free.
It arced high into the air, then rolled across the ground, stirring up a small cloud of dust.
The entire canyon seemed to fall into deathly silence.
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