In the dense forest, Neji's Gentle Fist was like willow fluff on the wind. His movements were elusive as he struggled to maneuver through Kidomaru's dense attacks of spider silk.
Kidomaru grinned grotesquely, cruelty showing in his six eyes. The spider silk he spat out carried a paralyzing poison and was both tough and sticky.
The threads blotted out the sky, sweeping in from every direction.
Kidomaru was a bizarre opponent. His fighting style was varied and unpredictable.
Sometimes he attacked from range, sending Kunai and Shuriken flying from tricky angles that were nearly impossible to guard against.
Sometimes he shifted his body and switched to close combat, sweeping his sharp claws so quickly that it was hard to react.
Neji barely managed to track their paths with his Byakugan, but every dodge took a tremendous toll.
Although his Eight Trigrams Palms: Heavenly Spin could block most attacks, Kidomaru's spider silk was simply too fast.
Those threads seemed alive, always finding gaps in his Rotation and attacking from tricky angles.
Neji's chakra was draining rapidly, and beads of sweat already covered his forehead. His stamina was also declining, and every block left his arms numb.
Several loops of fine spider silk were already wrapped around his body.
The threads were like transparent shackles, slowing Neji's movements. He tried to snap them with a burst of chakra, but they merely pulled taut, showing no sign of breaking.
The poison seeped along the threads into his skin, leaving his arms somewhat numb.
Neji began to sway and nearly fell. He gritted his teeth and steadied himself, anxiety rising within him.
At this rate, Kidomaru would sooner or later drain his chakra completely, and he would ultimately lose.
On a nearby branch, Goten sat lazily. He held a bright green leaf, idly turning