The wind atop the mountain carried the pitch-black energy spilling from the chaos swordsman, cutting against their skin like fine blades.
A burly figure flew backward and slammed into the mountainside, sending shattered rocks everywhere!
"Little A!" Might Duy's pupils contracted, and he rushed over to check Little A's injuries.
Hiruzen and Danzo hurried over as well, keeping their guard up.
"How is he?" Hiruzen asked gravely without turning his head.
Danzo said nothing, but his eyes shifted slightly toward Duy.
"I'm fine. Just two broken ribs. It won't kill me."
"Damn it, if only we could use ninjutsu."
"I'm all right." Little A struggled to his feet and shoved away Might Duy's supporting hands.
"It won't affect me much. I just don't know why I feel this urge to attack."
But seeing Little A like this sent anger surging through Duy. Steam rose around him, the air currents gradually gathered together, and his nunchaku creaked in his grip.
He poised himself to attack.
"Don't be reckless!" Seeing something was wrong, Hiruzen immediately stopped him. "We may practice the Breathing Styles designed for Nichirin Blades, but we're still ninja at heart! Act like ninja!"
"Yes!" the Shinobi World team shouted in unison.
Meanwhile, the Demon Slayer team seized the chance to rest a little longer.
In the center of the battlefield, the ritual platform had disappeared. Seeing neither team move, [Black Luster Soldier] slowly approached the stronger Shinobi World team.
"I knew it wouldn't be that simple." Might Duy shouted, "Blaze, my youth!" and charged.
"I just told you! How have you forgotten already?!" In his frustration, Hiruzen also felt a powerful urge to attack rising within him.
"Could it be because of the purple smoke?"
Might Duy could no longer concern himself with any of that and charged straight