Since the compass relied on "Fighting Spirit" to locate its enemies...
Then what would happen with attacks that had no Fighting Spirit?
The thought flashed through Sasuke's mind, and he immediately put it into action.
He slowly closed his eyes, even letting his scarlet Sharingan fade from view for the moment.
He emptied his mind of every thought of revenge and killing.
He imagined himself as a stone, a tree, a gust of wind.
In an instant, his presence changed from a drawn blade into a pool of utterly still, stagnant water.
At the center of the battlefield, Kyojuro Rengoku's situation grew increasingly dire.
His every breath, his every swing of the blade, was perfectly anticipated by his opponent.
Akaza's attacks left no trace to follow, yet every strike was lethal.
"Give up, Kyojuro! The more fiercely your Fighting Spirit burns, the clearer you become within my Compass Needle!"
Akaza forced Kyojuro back with a punch, a trace of regret on his face.
"Such tremendous talent, only to wither because of human frailty. What a..."
Before he could finish speaking.
Thwick.
There was a faint sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.
A jet-black kunai came from nowhere and sank precisely into Akaza's shoulder.
The wound was shallow, the force so slight it could be ignored.
Akaza did not even feel pain. He was merely somewhat taken aback.
A flex of his shoulder muscles sent the kunai flying.
What happened?
His "Destructive Death: Compass Needle" had not reacted at all in that instant.
It was as though the kunai had merely been a leaf carried over by the wind, posing no threat, so the compass had deemed it "harmless."
"Was that the brat who uses sorcery?"
Akaza frowned slightly, feeling that such petty tricks were an insult to his martial