Chiravi's swordsmanship was completely different from Konoha's styles. Two short swords spun and crossed in his hands, their paths utterly unpredictable, thrusting like a snake flicking its tongue one moment and sweeping like a whirlwind the next.
Konohamaru Sarutobi was forced back again and again, barely managing to block with his kunai. The sharp clang of metal rang continuously across the arena.
"That's Killer B's Acrobat Swordsmanship."
Burūi leaned back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest, his tone carrying a measure of approval. "It's not the complete Eight-Sword Style, but it's enough to deal with a Konoha genin."
"Killer B? The former Eight-Tails Jinchuriki?" Gaara looked over.
At that, Burūi nodded.
Killer B had died in battle long ago anyway. Revealing this bit of inconsequential information would not affect anything.
So Burūi readily admitted it.
Mei Terumi said nothing, but her gaze remained fixed on the arena.
She noticed one detail.
Although Konohamaru was retreating, his footwork had never faltered.
Every step back covered just the right distance, avoiding the blades without disrupting his rhythm for a counterattack.
This grandson of the Third Hokage was performing well.
Still, the Eight-Tails Jinchuriki versus the Third Hokage's grandson-this was an interesting fight.
Jiraiya had noticed it too.
Konohamaru was waiting for a gap in Chiravi's sword attacks.
Acrobat Swordsmanship was ferocious and swift, but when the two swords attacked in alternation, there was an extremely brief gap between switches.
That gap lasted less than half a second, but Konohamaru had already counted out the rhythm while blocking the earlier attacks.
The seventh switch.
Chiravi's right-hand sword slashed down diagonally from above, and Konohamaru raised his kunai to block.
Sparks flew. At the same time, Chiravi had already drawn his left-hand sword back to his waist, ready to slash upward