The moment Kokushibo vanished, Muichiro shouted anxiously, "Answer me! Why?"
Only silence answered him...
Not daring to linger, he could only slip back into the smoke and keep dodging.
The instant he entered it, a blade flashed down. A fraction closer, and Muichiro would have been cut.
Cold sweat poured down his body.
"Mist Breathing-Fifth Form: Sea of Hazy Clouds!"
He couldn't just wait to die. Moving at high speed, Muichiro unleashed rapid slashes, weaving a net of blades that covered everything around him!
Clang! Forced out of hiding, Kokushibo appeared right beside him.
All six of his eyes narrowed at once. For the first time, surprise crossed his face. A faint numbness had spread through his arm.
"Interesting. Without anything to use as a reference, you still managed to touch upon a trace of my Breathing Style."
"I understand now. You are my..." Kokushibo had barely begun speaking when he was interrupted.
"Enough babbling! I don't have the patience to listen to you drone on! Wind Breathing-Fourth Form: Rising Sandstorm!"
Sanemi swung fiercely upward in a rising slash. A raging hurricane shot skyward, blowing every crescent moon around him into the air and successfully averting the danger.
Afterward, his body faltered for a moment. The crescent moons had still left several wounds on him, but a second later, he lunged forward again like a ferocious tiger.
"Wind Breathing-Third Form: Clear Gale Wind Tree!"
Closing in with swift steps, Sanemi unleashed a counterclockwise storm of blades around himself.
"Your strength is respectable, but your attitude is terrible. I despise being interrupted."
As Kokushibo spoke, he and Sanemi had already exchanged several rounds of blows.
"I'll help too!" Muichiro slipped into the white mist and joined the fight.
Meanwhile, in a corner, Genya finally finished setting everything up.
In truth, Kokushibo's