Suddenly, blood sprayed into the air, turning the white mist red. In a short time, the bodies of the eight Jonin were cut into several pieces, falling to the ground silently.
The bloody mist that enveloped the battlefield slowly faded, revealing a horrifying sight—eight Jonin had fallen, their bodies neatly sliced by Aoki's attack.
However, the victory came at a high price. Aoki, who had exerted all his strength, was gasping for breath. The Sage Mode that Aoki had used suddenly faded, leaving Aoki's body weak and drained of energy.
"Agh..." Aoki fell to his knees before finally losing consciousness and collapsing to the ground.
"Aoki!" Kurisu shouted in panic. Kurisu immediately ran towards Aoki, embracing his motionless body with a worried expression. "You've done too much..." Kurisu murmured with a trembling voice, trying to calm herself while checking Aoki's condition.
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Aoki once dreamed—a dream that felt so real it made him restless. In Aoki's dream, he stood atop a high mountain, where the cold wind blew sharply against his skin. Thick fog enveloped the mountain peak, obscuring his view. Suddenly, a soft yet firm voice called Aoki's name.
"Aoki!"
The voice sounded like that of a woman, filled with a mystery and emptiness that was hard to explain.
Aoki furrowed his brow, feeling strange. He did not remember ever hearing that voice before. Slowly, Aoki turned around, trying to find the source of the voice. However, what Aoki saw was not a woman but a flash of sharp metal—a sword.
The sword was aimed straight at Aoki's heart.
Aoki was startled, unable to see the face of the sword's owner. The figure wore a demon mask, or Akuma, just like the mask Aoki usually wore. Before Aoki could react, the sword pierced through his chest.
"Aahh!"
Aoki woke up gasping for breath, cold sweat soaking his face. He found himself sitting on the bed, clutching his chest, which felt painful even though it was just a dream. Aoki's eyes scanned the room, full of caution, as if the figure from his dream would appear in the real world.
At that moment, the bedroom door opened quietly. A woman entered, her shadow reflected by the dim candlelight.
"Aoki!" Kurisu approached with a worried expression.
"Uh... What happened?" Aoki asked, looking confused while holding his head, which felt dizzy.
Kurisu sighed before answering. "Don't you remember? You took out those eight Jonin very quickly. After that, you fainted. Do you really not remember?"
Aoki closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recall. Then Aoki opened his eyes with an expression that was starting to calm, although there was a faint smile on his face. "Ah! Right... what was the outcome?"
Kurisu looked at Aoki with slightly raised eyebrows, surprised by his question. "The outcome? Isn't it clear that we won?"
Aoki nodded slowly, but his eyes remained serious. "I know. I mean, what about the Dark Market's response? Did they conduct a massive search or something?"
Kurisu shook her head while letting out a sigh of relief. "No. They didn't do anything."
"Is that so? That's good..." Aoki exhaled slowly, trying to calm his still chaotic mind.
"I'm sorry..." Kurisu suddenly said, her voice soft but full of regret.
"For what?" Aoki looked at Kurisu with a puzzled expression, not understanding the reason behind the apology.
"Because of me, you got involved in a big problem," Kurisu said, lowering her head, guilt clearly etched on her face.
Aoki sighed and then smiled faintly. "Hey! It's okay! After all, I did this because I have my own goals."
Kurisu looked at Aoki with doubt, but Aoki seemed confident in his words. After all, Kurisu was not wrong. Aoki's decision to leave the Village of Konoha was not just out of curiosity
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