- No!" the shinobi roared, trying to break the bonds.
The shinobi roared, trying to break the bonds, but I just snorted - even Mito-chan couldn't do that, not even a swordsman.
- I surrender! - The shinobi shouted as he felt me close to him.
That was all he had time to do before my sword swept over his head, splattering his blocked and unaided Mizu Bunshin across the sand. Freezing in wariness and making sure there was no one else around but the barely alive kunoichi, I breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up from my protective stance, sealing my sword automatically.
That's how short the fight was, completely in my favor, and still my nerves are taut as strings. I can't even believe that I was able to take down three Kiri no Shinobigatana Shichinin Shuu so easily.
Although, no biju is not easy - if not for the very solid contribution of Pakura, a long race, the fact of surprise, preliminary preparation and fully realized initiative in the battle, which together with information about the most dangerous opponent, allowed to get rid of first one of a pair of swordsmen, and then deprive the second of weapons, plus, unfavorable terrain for Kiri-nin, everything could have turned out very differently.
Suikazan alone could have caused a lot of trouble, and it wasn't certain that it would have been possible to defeat him, let alone kill him. And with just the two of them together, the only thing left to do would be to run away from the couple in fully combat-ready form, grabbing the rescued one in his arms.
Shadow clones are just as destructible as regular clones, and after the first blow, they'd lose their surprise effect.
I realized that my right eye was twitching and stinging mercilessly, which I hadn't noticed because of the adrenaline. Rubbing my clenched eye with my knuckle, I was surprised to find blood on my hand.
- It's bleeding," the kage bunshin nodded as I turned to him with a questioning eyebrow.
- It's too much strain, a sharingan with only one tomoe isn't designed for my chakra," I sighed, hastily fixing the injured visual organ and pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the bruises from my face.
At my signal, the clones went to take the trophies, and I hurried back to Suna's kunoichi, who was holding on to her last breath, probably by sheer force of will not to lose consciousness from loss of blood, chakra exhaustion, and numerous wounds. Even S-class fighters have a limit to their durability, and Pakura had already passed hers, slowly dying.
Immediately starting to stabilize the body and treat the kunoichi's worst wounds with the help of the doppelgangers that had joined me, I was done in a few minutes.
Naturally, it was only about closing the wounds and restoring the function of the damaged organs, there was still to treat and treat, but Pakura's gaze had regained clarity, although the kunoichi was no stronger than a newborn kitten.
- Greetings, beautiful," he smiled at the girl, "you're damn lucky I noticed the movement of a large group of Mists and decided to check the cause.
I'll be building the legend from here on out.
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