"It looks like you lost, Lady Chiyo."
Xia Yan's gentle, smiling voice rang out behind Chiyo, and the only kunai left in his hand was already pressed against her neck.
Chiyo looked somewhat dazed. She truly had not expected him to break through the layers of protection offered by so many puppets so quickly and ultimately defeat her.
It felt terrible, even though she knew just how terrifying speed-oriented taijutsu ninja were to puppet masters.
Her son and daughter-in-law had died at the hands of Konoha's White Fang, who was a prime example of that type of ninja.
But she had taken more than enough precautions, yet she had still lost without any chance to fight back. Even if she had lost to Space-Time Ninjutsu, she had waited until this brat had been fighting fiercely for quite some time before making her move.
"You really are impressive, brat." Chiyo sighed softly and shook her head. "In today's Shinobi World, even if you used Space-Time Ninjutsu, there probably aren't many who could surpass you in speed."
"Lady Chiyo, there is always someone better, always a greater height." Xia Yan smiled. "I never think I'm all that impressive, nor do I think I can't be surpassed. Besides, Lord Fourth and Lord Second are still ahead of me."
"You really are humble." A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Chiyo's face. "I wonder, Nightingale Squad Leader, are you feeling dizzy and weak yet?"
"Dizzy and weak?" Xia Yan raised his eyebrows as something suddenly occurred to him.
During the earlier fighting, he had already noticed that a strange smell seemed to linger in the air.
But that smell had not interfered with him much, so he had paid it no mind.
Even now, after all that fighting, he honestly felt nothing. For a while,