Chapter 13: I will make it
Akira surged forward, his steps swift and silent, the air rippling gently around him as his newly awakened wind energy surged from his fingertips and formed a hundred or so tiny but incredibly sharp wind blades.
He felt adrenaline ignite his veins, his heart pounding like a war drum beneath his ribs. The acrid tang of scorched stone and burnt mana still hung heavily in the air, mingling with the faint metallic scent of blood and sweat.
His strategy against unknown beasts with extremely thick armor was simple and consistent.
Go for the eyes, and then from there, into the brain!
The long and devastating fights found in stories made for excellent entertainment, one the unskilled masses without any desire for real fights could enjoy. Their hearts would pound and their adrenalin would pump, even just a little.
But there was very little truth in such folk tales.
Real battles were usually short and anticlimactic. Even extremely powerful beasts could fall to a much weaker person if the right strategies were employed!
In the words of the illustration used previously, Akira aimed to dismantle the nuke before it detonated.
"Wait! Shinobi-sama!" Princess Yuki cried out in alarm, her voice ringing clear but distant behind him.
Akira barely heard her, his mind already locked onto his targets.
He leaped upward, a silent shadow spinning through the heated air, propelled by a violent gust of wind energy.