"Isn't the range of that Dust Release a little ridiculous?" The clone wiped the shock off his face.
The Dust Release had not completely ended yet, and a massive white cube was still visible ahead.
With a flash of white light, the white cube vanished as well.
"Original, you're on your own. Whatever you do, don't run into that Ōnoki. You'll die. You'll absolutely die." The clone kept prattling on beside him.
"You don't have to tell me!" Hyuga Akira snapped. He was catching his breath. Why was this guy so long-winded?
He wasn't such a chatterbox himself.
His figure vanished once more.
Watching Hyuga Akira disappear, the clone smacked his lips. "As long as you don't start thinking you can turn the tables and kill them."
Life's three great delusions: my phone vibrated, she likes me, and I can turn the tables and kill them.
Hyuga Akira would never pass up the third option.
With a pop, the Shadow Clone vanished. His main task had been to place pebbles along the route for the Substitution Technique.
With his task complete, he was naturally no longer needed.
Having traveled another long distance, Hyuga Akira curled his lip.
He had received all the Shadow Clone's memories.
"What do you mean, delusion? I really can turn the tables and kill them after I die."
He looked into the distance. No one would come this far, would they?
His two Substitution Techniques had taken him at least eight kilometers away.
"Still, if Ōnoki doesn't come, I can try turning the tables on the others."
He had only earned a little over a hundred thousand experience in these past ten-odd days, and he was reluctant to leave just like that.
Ōnoki probably wouldn't have the time to come after a nobody like him.
He