"Don't worry about me." Hana Inuzuka gathered her ninja dog into her arms and stood up.
"I can still fight. Push ahead."
Amamiya Maki said nothing. He turned and plunged into the mist.
The mist over the Salt Field Ruins had thinned.
Jiraiya's Fire Release: Toad Oil Flame Bullet and Orochimaru's swarms of snakes had torn several openings in the Hidden Mist Technique.
Maki moved along a low wall.
As an exemplary young man of Konoha, Amamiya Maki only picked on stragglers, the wounded, and chunin on the battlefield.
Everyone above him was equal; everyone below him belonged in a strict hierarchy!
A Kirigakure chunin crouched behind a reef rock, wrapping a bandage around his arm. His burns were still smoking.
He had barely wound it around twice when a Rasengan slammed into the back of his neck.
Maki dragged the corpse into a crack between the rocks and hid it, shook the blood off his hands, and continued creeping forward.
A Kumogakure genin was dragging a wounded comrade toward the beach.
He had just propped his companion against a piece of driftwood when he whipped around, only to see a rapidly spinning ball of chakra light.
Before he could cry for help, a Rasengan smashed into his chest.
The wounded ninja beside him, unable to move, was not spared either.
Both were finished off cleanly.
The third, the fourth, the fifth.
His targets were all isolated chunin.
No head-on clashes, no waiting for them to form hand seals, no openings for a counterattack.
He crept close under cover of the thick mist, finished them with a precise Rasengan, then immediately withdrew with the Body Flicker Technique.
After every strike, he changed positions, never lingering in the same patch of ruins for more than half a minute.
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