"Maybe this was heaven's arrangement, and no one could change it. Maybe my lifespan had already run out back then, so heaven arranged this task for me." The Rasengan in Ruri's hand gradually faded. Then he raised his head, looked at the sky with a smile, and spoke softly.
Fate was a very mysterious thing. Sometimes you would believe in it deeply; sometimes you thought it could only bring you a little good luck. But no matter what, a person's fate could not be changed. It was ordained by heaven, and there was simply no way to change it.
At that moment, Ruri looked at his palm again, then assumed an Eight Trigrams Palm stance and began spinning rapidly on the spot.
"Eight Trigrams Palm, Rotation!"
Ruri shouted as he spun rapidly on the spot. His Rotation was very effective when he was surrounded by numerous enemies, because it could block their attacks while also dealing them a certain amount of damage.
By comparison, Ruri's Rasengan was a little weaker than Rotation. But each had its advantages. Some Rasengan could attack from a distance, while Rotation was only a defensive, offensive Ninjutsu.
But in any case, the Ninjutsu Ruri had mastered were all very powerful, and he had already honed them to their utmost limits.
As Ruri spun rapidly on the spot, the wind from his spinning sent the leaves on a nearby tree flying everywhere.
Ruri spun rapidly on the spot for a long time before slowly coming to a stop. He touched his head and said softly, "I didn't expect that after going such a short time without using Rotation, I'd get a little dizzy from spinning for just this long. Looks like I'll have to practice more from now on."
"But then again, Rotation really is powerful.