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Inoiki's glowing sky-blue eyes flickered toward the team led by Kurotsuchi as they came into view. For a moment, he considered engaging them—their presence was a threat, and their elite status made them a worthy challenge. But he quickly dismissed the thought. This wasn't the time. Taking on a team of their caliber would require significant time and effort, and time was a luxury he didn't have.
Through his 'Observation Haki,' he sensed another pressing development: a team of Iwa Jonins was rapidly approaching the center of the base. Kakashi was already there, holding his own against a group of Chunins and Genins, but the arrival of Jonins would tip the scales dangerously. Inoiki had made a promise to Kakashi that no Jonin would reach Kakashi. He wasn't about to break that promise now.
Without hesitation, Inoiki turned away from Kurotsuchi's team, his sky-blue aura flaring as he propelled himself into the air. The wind whistled past him as he soared toward the center of the base, his mind focused and his resolve unshakable.
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Kakashi moved with precision, his kunai slicing through the air as he stabbed an Iwa Chunin, ending the fight in an instant. Without missing a beat, he pivoted and lunged at a Genin, his movements fluid and efficient. Around him, the other Konoha ninjas were locked in their own battles, clashing with Iwa forces in a chaotic dance of blades and jutsu. The air was thick with the sounds of combat—clashing steel, shouted commands, and the occasional burst of chakra.
Just then, a Konoha ninja's sharp eyes caught sight of a new threat approaching. "Enemies incoming!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. This team was different from the ones they had been fighting. Led by a Jonin, their presence signaled a shift in the battle's intensity. Kakashi's gaze snapped toward the incoming team, his expression grim. He knew this was a turning point. He was about to gather a few skilled ninjas to intercept the Jonin-led team when something in the sky caught his attention.
A streak of blue light, humanoid in shape, was speeding toward them. Kakashi's eyes narrowed, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Inoiki. He didn't need to say it aloud; the sight of that familiar aura was enough. With Inoiki handling the Jonin team, Kakashi could focus on the Chunins and Genins still swarming the battlefield. He turned back to the fight, his eyes focused as he prepared to dismantle the remaining threats.
Inoiki, soaring through the sky, locked onto the Iwa Jonin team below. They were closing in fast, their intent clear: to reinforce their comrades and overwhelm Kakashi and the Konoha ninjas. Inoiki's glowing blue eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. He couldn't let that happen. With a burst of speed, he angled his body into a diagonal dive, his sword gripped tightly in his right hand. Channeling his 'Psychokinesis,' he enhanced the muscle strength in his arm, ensuring his strike would carry devastating force.
The Iwa Jonin, a seasoned warrior, had already taken stock of the battlefield. His eyes swept over the struggling Iwa ninjas, their desperate fight against the Konoha forces. When his gaze landed on Kakashi, he understood why his comrades were faltering. Kakashi's reputation was well-known, and the Jonin knew better than to underestimate him. He was about to charge forward and engage Kakashi when a sudden, overwhelming sense of danger prickled at the back of his neck.
Instinct took over. The Jonin spun around, his sword flashing as he drew it from the sheath on his back. Just in time, his blade met Inoiki's with a resounding clang. The force of the impact was staggering. Inoiki's momentum and enhanced strength sent the Jonin skidding backward, his boots dragging across the ground as he struggled to maintain his balance. Dust billowed around him, obscuring his vision, but the sense of danger didn't fade. If anything, it grew stronger.
Through the haze, the Jonin's instincts screamed at him to move. He swung his sword in a wide arc, deflecting four kunais that shot toward him from different angles. The weapons clattered to the ground, but his relief was short-lived. Two more kunais, controlled by Inoiki's psychokinesis, found their marks. One embedded itself in the Jonin's left leg, the other in his right arm. He grunted in pain, his grip on his sword faltering as blood seeped from the wounds.
The Iwa Jonin leaped backward, desperate to escape the cloud of dust that obscured his vision. As the haze cleared, his eyes widened in alarm. Inoiki was already upon him, his sword gleaming as he tore through the dust like a phantom. The Jonin raised his blade, ready to parry the attack, but before he could react, his body froze. An invisible force gripped him, locking his muscles in place.
Psychokinesis. Inoiki's doing.
Summoning every ounce of his strength, the Jonin released a surge of chakra, breaking free from Inoiki's hold. But the momentary delay had cost him dearly. As he regained control, he found Inoiki standing inches away, his piercing blue eyes locked onto his. The cold edge of Inoiki's sword rested against his neck, a silent promise of death. The Jonin's heart pounded—he had been so focused on breaking free that he hadn't noticed Inoiki closing the distance. It was a fatal mistake.
Inoiki's expression was unreadable, devoid of sympathy or hesitation. With a swift, fluid motion, he swung his sword. The blade cut through the air with a sharp whistle, and the Jonin's head fell to the ground, his lifeless body collapsing moments later. The entire exchange had lasted mere seconds, leaving the Jonin's team in stunned silence. Their leader had been defeated in the blink of an eye. Inoiki had taken just thirty seconds to kill a Jonin—a feat that left the remaining Iwa ninjas paralyzed with shock.
Inoiki turned to face the rest of the team, his sword dripping with blood. The Iwa ninjas, still reeling from the sudden loss of their leader, scrambled to recover. Fear and desperation fuelled their movements as they forced themselves to react. But Inoiki was already in motion.
The first four ninjas at the front of the group suddenly stiffened, their bodies jerking unnaturally as if seized by an invisible force. Inoiki's psychokinesis dragged them toward him, their struggles futile against his overwhelming power. With swift, precise movements, he ended their lives—one neck sliced cleanly, another throat stabbed, and a third chest pierced. His actions were methodical, efficient, and devoid of hesitation. Each strike was delivered with lethal precision, his agility and speed making him a blur of motion.
The remaining Iwa ninjas watched in horror, their morale shattered. Inoiki's presence was like a force of nature, unstoppable and merciless. He didn't speak, didn't gloat—he simply moved. The battlefield, once filled with the clamor of combat, now seemed eerily quiet, save for the sound of blood dripping from Inoiki's blade and the faint gasps of the dying.
Inoiki's eyes scanned the remaining enemies, his expression calm but unyielding.
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