Chapter 73
"How's my combat awareness?"
That bastard…
Listening to his taunting words, Nara Suzaku almost ground his teeth to dust.
Rather than saying it was passable, it would be more accurate to say Neiki's mastery of the Flying Thunder God Technique was approaching the level of the Fourth Hokage.
Neiki had been slaughtering his way through the Kirigakure ranks. They couldn't see clearly, but evidently, one unlucky Kirigakure ninja had the Flying Thunder God seal placed on his arm during the battle with Neiki. Neiki then deliberately severed that arm, sending it flying towards the Konoha forces. At that time, no one reacted in time.
Even Suzaku, who had warned the others, and Hayate Shirakumo only noticed because Suzaku was meticulous enough to see the Flying Thunder God seal on the arm. Shirakumo, from a swordsmanship perspective, recognized that the naturally severed arm wouldn't have flown that far unless Neiki had done it deliberately.
Despite their awareness, it was still too late. The black sword pierced Akimichi Sidou's chest, and it seemed Konoha was about to lose another Jonin following Inuzuka Tsu.
The island's weather was fickle. Moments ago, the sky was overcast, and now rain poured down in torrents. The raindrops, the size of beans, pattered against the leaves, sounding like war drums, imbued with a strange kind of motivational power.
Just as Suzaku was about to speak, his eyes flickered, and he hesitated before saying, "Yes, it's quite good…"