In the darkness, Tatsumi emitted a dazzling light as he pierced through the air with incredible speed.
Sakada's expression turned grave. Judging by Tatsumi's appearance, he was only about ten years old.
If someone had told him before that a mere ten-year-old brat could hold his own against a Jonin for this long, he would have flicked them on the forehead.
But now, he was experiencing it firsthand.
And to make matters worse—this kid had awakened the Sharingan with two tomoe right away.
Tatsumi's talent filled him with a sense of dread.
Originally, Sakada had planned to kill him before the poison took full effect. But now, he wanted nothing more than to escape and let the poison do its work.
Yes,
he was afraid.
Those blood-red tomoe, spinning rapidly, locked onto him, making his skin crawl.
A powerful Jonin-level shinobi like himself, feeling fear against a Konoha Genin at the final moment?
What a disgrace.
If word got out, he wouldn't just be laughed at—he would loathe himself for even thinking it.
"Damn it!"
Sakada knew he couldn't back down. He instantly retreated to a safe distance while forming hand seals.
"Earth Release: Rock Pillar Impalement!"
A violent tremor spread through the ground. The once-flat forest fractured into countless jagged pieces.
The earth beneath Tatsumi began to sink, shifting like turbulent waves, pressing toward him.
An A-rank Earth Release technique.
If Tatsumi's mind had been clear, he would have evaded this attack with ease.
But the poison had clouded his consciousness.
Right now, he had only one thought—kill the Sand Village Jonin before him.
The ground split apart violently, razor-sharp spikes erupting from below.
Sakada, having poured a massive amount of chakra into the technique, watched as Tatsumi's space to move shrank rapidly.
Beneath him, behind him, even above—spikes formed an encroaching cage.
The very earth itself was trying to devour him.
Blood trickled from Tatsumi's wounds.
Only ten minutes left until the poison fully took hold!
Just as the Earth Release technique was about to engulf Tatsumi, a piercing sound rang out.
"Chidori!"
Lightning shrieked from underground, illuminating the darkness.
At the last possible moment, Tatsumi squeezed out the last remnants of his chakra—along with the chakra stored in his sealing scroll.
A final, desperate eruption.
A brilliant burst of lightning scattered in all directions, causing cracks to form in the surrounding stone spikes.
Sakada's eyes widened in shock.
The spikes, harder than steel, were being sliced apart like paper.
In an instant, Tatsumi broke through an opening. His body elongated, moving at a speed that blurred in the dim light.
Sakada's breath hitched.
His body—
Couldn't move.
His veins bulged as he struggled, his face turning ashen.
"A genjutsu!?"
The more he fought, the more it felt as though his feet were bound to the ground.
This sensation—he recognized it.
An advanced genjutsu—the Body Bind Technique.
"A Genin using an A-rank genjutsu?"
No, impossible. There was no way Tatsumi had that much chakra left.
Then Sakada realized—
It wasn't a full-body paralysis. He could move slightly.
Which meant—
Tatsumi hadn't used a true Body Bind Technique, but rather a powerful application of the Sharingan's genjutsu.
For a freshly awakened Sharingan to be used this well—
Sakada shuddered.
This boy's talent was terrifying!
In the next instant, Tatsumi lunged—Chidori crackling in his grip, streaking toward Sakada's head.
"MOVE!"
"MOVE, DAMN IT!"
Sakada's eye twitched. He struggled against the illusion, forcing his body to respond.
But Tatsumi didn't notice.
His vision—
Was blurring.
The poison had spread too far.
Just before Chidori could pierce Sakada's skull—
Sakada broke free!
Instinct took over.
His arm shot up, short sword in hand, intercepting the strike.
But—
The sword, capable of slicing through Fire Release and kunai,
Shattered.
The Chidori's cutting force was too much.
The next instant, lightning slashed across Sakada's face.
Blood splattered.
The thick scent of iron filled the air.
Tatsumi thought he had severed Sakada's head.
But when he looked up—
It was still there.
The last-second sword block had shifted the attack slightly.
Instead of decapitation, the Chidori had only grazed half of Sakada's face, leaving a blackened, bloody wound.
The weakened Chidori fizzled out.
Tatsumi's Sharingan flickered—then vanished as his chakra hit rock bottom.
His vision swam, but he could still make out Sakada's burned face.
A direct hit like that would have killed most Jonin.
But Sakada—
Was still breathing.
Barely.
Only one minute had passed.
Tatsumi staggered, lowering his powerless hand.
"In the end… I won."
His hoarse voice cracked through the silence.
Then—
A wet, raspy chuckle.
Sakada grinned through bloody teeth.
"Heh… heh… you… haven't won yet…"
His remaining eye locked onto Tatsumi, filled with malice.
"Come with me…"
"To hell!"
Sakada's sinister smile sent a chill down Tatsumi's spine.
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