"Hmph."
Zabuza slammed the Kubikiribōchō, which had just blocked the wind blade, against the ground. Its edge sank into the earth with a dull rumble.
He chuckled behind his mask, his voice hoarse and tinged with provocation:
"You got that right."
"You little brat, you Konoha types are pretty interesting."
"Even your corpses can talk."
"Then it looks like we agree, Zabuza."
Hayashi slowly lowered the tachi in his hand toward the ground. Fine moisture gathered along its blade, forming beads of dew that fell silently, drop by drop, leaving a small dark patch in the dust.
Pure white killing intent began to spread without a sound, creeping inch by inch across the flagstones beneath his feet.
"Then!"
"Cut him down!"
"Got it, you little brat!"
Zabuza paused, holding the Kubikiribōchō at an angle by his side.
The next instant, chakra abruptly gathered, surged, and filled his body!
Purple killing intent rose like a tide, his presence soaring skyward!
The phantom of a Demon God slowly coalesced behind him, hideous and terrifying.
His gaze locked firmly onto Baki before him. He swung the Kubikiribōchō up onto his shoulder, baring a vicious smile behind his mask:
"Since the Dragon Princess ordered it."
"You filthy rat with a cloth over your face!"
"Hand over your head!"
Before his words had faded, Zabuza drew his blade forward and charged.
He stepped down, splitting the flagstone with fine cracks. His sword tip dragged across the ground, plowing up a trail of sparks, before he raised it, the broad blade bearing down with a wake of murderous intent.
His fierce murderous aura surged like a raging tide, forcibly driving back the wild winds around Baki!
The demonic phantom behind him laughed wildly!
The next instant, the great sword swept upward, its soul-chilling edge tearing through