Their Respective Thoughts
Koki's gaze swept over the giant tree felled by the wind blades, and a barely perceptible hint of fear flashed in his pupils.
The tree's cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sharpness of the wind blades and the masked man's superb skill in controlling Chakra.
Such power is enough to prove that the masked man is no ordinary person; he is a master who has undergone rigorous training and real combat experience.
Koki couldn't help but admire inwardly, "Incredible power! It seems this person Danzo sent is indeed not to be underestimated."
After all, as a senior advisor to Konoha, Danzo's subordinates must have been carefully selected by him and were exceptionally capable.
Thinking of this, the relaxed expression on Koki's face disappeared, and his eyes became serious.
He knew he had to give it his all and couldn't afford any more distractions or jokes. He completely suppressed his playfulness and replaced it with seriousness and focus.
Koki and the masked person locked eyes for a fleeting moment, yet it felt like an eternity.
After exchanging blows, the masked man was astonished to discover that although the boy before him was young, his mastery of Ninjutsu was astonishing.
His gaze couldn't help but reveal astonishment at Koki's profound composure and confidence, qualities that not only ordinary teenagers possessed but also far surpassed those of some seasoned ninjas.
"I never expected this child to possess such formidable Ninjutsu at such a young age," the masked man thought to himself, his eyes revealing a mixture of admiration and wariness.
Every move Koki made was so precise and powerful. Whether it was throwing Shuriken or using Fire Style techniques, it demonstrated his profound understanding and mastery of Ninjutsu.
For some reason, the masked man's mood suddenly became heavy. Lord Danzo's command was like a cold, sharp sword, piercing his thoughts and dimming his eyes.
"You must complete the mission, no matter the cost." Lord Danzo's voice boomed like thunder, and those cold and resolute orders weighed heavily on his heart like a thousand-pound burden.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts, and realized that he not only could not afford to be distracted at this moment, but he also needed to be more focused than ever before.
Koki's hands Hand Seals like phantoms: Snake-Sheep-Monkey-Pig-Horse-Tiger. As the last seal was completed, the Chakra within him began to gather in his throat, and his chest suddenly swelled up, as if gathering all his power and heat.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!" Koki's voice rang out as the Ninjutsu was unleashed.
A massive fireball erupted from his mouth, Yamato and hotter than any before, hurtling towards the masked man with an aura of annihilation.
Faced with this sudden storm of flames, the masked man remained remarkably calm.
His reaction was equally quick, and he quickly formed the seals with his hands, Si-Zi-Shen-Mao-Hai-You.
"Water Release: Water Chaos Wave!" With a low roar from the masked man, a torrent of water surged from his mouth, like a raging river, rushing straight towards the blazing fireball.
Two Ninjutsu, one fire-based and the other water-based, with completely opposite attributes, met at this moment.
Water Release: Water Chaos Wave is incredibly fast, surging out almost the instant the fireball is released, and its power is so great that it seems capable of devouring everything.
When the rapids collided violently with the fireball, an astonishing energy surge erupted, and a large amount of water vapor dispersed like white smoke, obscuring the surrounding view.
In this battlefield shrouded in mist, the figures of Koki and the masked man appeared and disappeared, their battle continuing.
The masked man's eyes reflected the immensely powerful Great Fireball, and his heart trembled.
The Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan is indeed extraordinary! Its power exceeded his expectations.
He dared not slacken his guard in the slightest. Various legends about the Sharingan flashed through his mind, and those awe-inspiring stories reminded him that his opponent possessed abilities beyond those of ordinary people.
The masked man's hands moved rapidly in the air, Hand Seals so fast that they were almost impossible to follow.
He needs to react quickly to prevent being suppressed by the power of the Sharingan.
"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough." His chest swelled rapidly like an inflated sack, then a fierce gust of wind was released outwards.
The wind was incredibly strong, seemingly capable of tearing apart any obstacle, and rushed straight towards Koki.
At the same time, Koki was not idle either; his hands were also rapidly Hand Seals. "Fire Style: Great Fire Dragon Technique!"
A massive fire dragon erupted from Koki's mouth, tumbling and rolling in the air, its claws outstretched, carrying raging flames as it met the gale unleashed by the masked man.
The two forces clashed fiercely in the center of the battlefield, with fire dragons and gales intertwining and fighting, unleashing earth-shattering roars.
The flames on the dragon's body swayed gracefully in the howling wind, while the wind itself twisted and deformed under the heat of the flames.
On the battlefield, plumes of steam rose up, blurring the surrounding scenery into a white blur.
Koki's eyes, like brilliant stars in the deep night sky, remained calm and sharp.
His hands swept across the air, leaving behind afterimages that were almost tangible, swiftly and accurately drawing intricate patterns.
As the final seal fell, a shadow Shadow Clone, a perfect replica of Koki, appeared beside him, flawless like a reflection in a mirror.
Immediately afterwards, Koki's true form vanished silently from the spot like a phantom, leaving behind Clone Technique as bait to lure the enemy.
Without the Chakra supply from Koki, the originally blazing Fire Style technique gradually weakened and was eventually swallowed up by the Wind Release of the masked man.
A fierce wind, carrying embers, instantly tore the Shadow Clone apart, turning it into countless specks of dust that dissipated into the air, raising a cloud of billowing dust.
In the midst of this chaos, Koki's figure appeared silently to the side and in front of the masked man, like a ghost.
He gripped several sharp Kunai tightly in his hands, each radiating a cold, chilling light.
With a sudden flick of his wrist, Koki sent the Kunai flying out like an arrow, its speed so great that its trajectory was almost impossible to track.
These Kunai darted and collided in the air, producing a crisp metallic clanging sound. As if they possessed a life of their own, they flexibly changed direction and launched attacks on the masked man from various angles in bizarre ways.
The masked man seemed to be shrouded in an invisible net, and every step he took carried the risk of death.