Hyuga Akira sat cross-legged on a branch and looked up at the sky.
For once, the rain had stopped in the Land of Rain today, but dense dark clouds lingered overhead, leaving the whole country gloomy.
The air felt damp, making life here unpleasant.
A long time passed.
"Here he comes."
"Byakugan!"
Veins bulged around Hyuga Akira's eyes, and his white vision turned black and white.
Chakra began gathering in his eyes.
Gyo.
The perfected Gyo not only made his Byakugan comparable to a camera, but also gave him powerful dynamic vision.
It let him rival the Sharingan.
A figure sped toward him from afar and landed in a nearby tree.
Taira looked at Hyuga Akira with a deep frown, his eyes scanning their surroundings.
Seeing that his opponent was waiting for him, he did not need to think hard to know that traps had been set.
"You're here."
Hyuga Akira looked at Taira. He had long since taken off his Rain Ninja vest and changed into the Hyuga Clan's traditional clothes, with a Konoha forehead protector on his head.
"Looks like you're ready too." Taira sneered.
With just a quick glance around, he spotted no fewer than five traps.
How did this boy think Jonin in the Land of Rain earned their rank? Although Jonin from small nations were indeed somewhat weaker than those from major nations, they were still Jonin.
They had earned their rank through blood and fire.
Killing him with traps was wishful thinking.
Hyuga Akira stood up and took out a huge fan-shaped blade with a hole in the center large enough to fit his hand through.
He put his hand through the hole, and the blades unfolded into a giant shuriken.
A Fūma Shuriken.
Hyuga Akira grinned.
"Time for the boss fight."
He hurled