Chapter 70
Kato Megumi and Yamashiro Rone didn't cheer or celebrate—instead, they moved in to surround Aoba once more.
They didn't believe for a second that a few moves could take down a Special Jonin. As long as Aoba-sensei hadn't declared the match over, the fight continued.
Aoba stood up quietly, pulling the steel wires off his clothes and retrieving the kunai attached to them. He glanced at it, then gave a rare thumbs-up.
"You three really surprised me. With just two special types of shuriken, you managed to catch me off guard. For Genin, that's... pretty impressive."
"But Aoba-sensei did block my punch, didn't he?"
Natsuki didn't let his guard down at all. "It was my first time using the Four Demon Arms Technique, and I launched it while you were still engulfed in the toxic mist. I kept my extra arms hidden until the last second, went for a sneak attack... and yet you still blocked it. If you hadn't, I definitely would've cracked your shades."
Aoba brushed the dirt off his flak jacket. "So that ninjutsu with the extra arms is called the Four Demon Arms Technique? Not bad at all. So... what's next? Still gonna attack? Or are you ready to give up?"
Give up? No way!
Natsuki charged in, his fist flying straight for Aoba's face.
Aoba raised his hand to block—but the moment his palm touched the fist, he sensed something was off. He immediately switched to guard his lower abdomen and managed to block Natsuki's real strike—the earlier one had passed right through his head like a ghost—it was an illusion!
"That Clone Fusion Technique of yours... it was in your file. I'm not falling for that one."
Despite his words, Aoba remained cautious.