"Bring it on!"
Watching Uzumaki Hayashi charge straight at her, she couldn't help laughing aloud.
Even though his speed had already exceeded what her naked eyes could track, even though a single flick of his blade could kill her.
She had no intention of retreating.
Taking even one step back before an opponent like this would betray Wind Release itself!
She drew a deep breath, a wild smile playing on her lips, then suddenly raised the enormous Three-Star Fan in her hand and swung it down with all her strength!
"Wind Release: Sickle Weasel."
In the next second, an endless expanse of blue-green wind appeared before Hayashi.
The chakra inside Temari surged wildly, transforming into tangible currents that poured into her fan before spilling out with that swing.
The gale rapidly condensed into a spinning, roaring storm, letting out a piercing howl as it drove toward Hayashi's path, carrying shredded air with it!
Before the storm even reached him, long, narrow fissures had already been carved into the ground.
Hayashi's clothes and hair snapped wildly in the wind.
"That's all you've got?"
Yet he charged straight into the Wind Release before him without even looking!
Just as he reached the front of the gale, Hayashi suddenly swung his blade!
The edge swept from top to bottom, from left to right.
With that single stroke, the flash of his blade pierced the storm's center like a cold, thin line.
A moment later, the seemingly ferocious storm shattered layer by layer. The chakra energy contained within it crumbled like roof tiles, breaking apart and peeling away piece by piece before turning into countless blue-green motes that scattered across the ground.
Watching the almost unbelievable sight before her, Temari's pupils contracted slightly.
But then the smile on her face only deepened.
"There's more!"