“That damned little bastard!” Zabuza’s cheek twitched.
He felt as though the child he had raised for nearly ten years had been stolen away from him overnight.
His widened eyes blazed with murderous intent.
“Hahahaha~” Akira burst into clear, bell-like laughter.
“Big brother with no eyebrows, you look truly amusing when you’re angry!” No eyebrows!
No eyebrows!
No eyebrows!
Zabuza’s rage instantly reached its limit!
Scrape!
Scrape!
Scrape!
Dragging the Kubikiribōchō behind him with one hand, Zabuza charged toward Akira with overwhelming killing intent.
The blade carved across the ground, throwing up a dazzling trail of sparks.
Snap!
Akira snapped his fingers.
Several golden ripples appeared behind him, and numerous swords and blades immediately shot from within them.
“What?!” Zabuza’s expression changed.
He abruptly stopped his advance and swung his sword to block.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
He knocked away six weapons in quick succession.
Although Zabuza remained outwardly composed, the webbing between the thumb and forefinger of the hand gripping the Kubikiribōchō had split open from the impacts.
Blood trickled down the sword’s hilt and along its blade.
What is this?
Where are all these weapons coming from…
Space-time ninjutsu?
Zabuza was astonished.
The ability to summon weapons from thin air strongly resembled some form of space-time ninjutsu.
That alone would not have troubled him much.
After all, scrolls containing large quantities of sealed ninja tools could produce a similar effect.
The real problem was the weapons themselves.
They were no ordinary ninja tools.
Judging by their appearances, the swords and blades differed considerably from the standardized weapons normally used by shinobi.
Moreover, almost every one of them was of exceptional quality, none inferior to the Kubikiribōchō in his hands.
From the corner of his eye, Zabuza noticed something even more alarming.
After only a few clashes with Akira’s weapons, several cracks had appeared along the Kubikiribōchō’s blade!
“You should be careful~ There are no ordinary objects within the king’s collection.” Akira raised his hand.
A magnificent crescent-bladed halberd flew from one of the golden ripples!
Zabuza’s pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the weapon hurtling toward him.
Its extravagant shape possessed an overwhelming visual impact.
Two crescent-shaped blades extended from either side of its long, pointed spearhead.
Whether used to thrust or sweep, it could inflict devastating damage!
Zabuza did not dare underestimate it.
He gripped the Kubikiribōchō with both hands and poured a tremendous amount of chakra into the blade, choosing to meet the incoming halberd head-on.
Clang!
The sword and halberd collided with a deafening metallic crash.
Zabuza’s arms shook violently as an enormous impact forced him backward.
Bang!
With all his strength, he barely managed to knock the incoming halberd away.
However, the price he paid was severe.
The Kubikiribōchō snapped in half at the center of its blade!
Crack!
The broken section crashed to the ground.
The legendary weapon that symbolized his position among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist—the Kubikiribōchō that had accompanied Zabuza for so many years—had been destroyed just like that.
“Cough!” A thin stream of blood spilled from the corner of Zabuza’s mouth.
The impact had inflicted internal damage upon him.
“My Kubikiribōchō…
How is this possible?!” Zabuza stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, disbelief filling his face.
“Mr.
Zabuza!” Haku’s mouth fell open in shock.
Ever since childhood, Haku had believed Zabuza to be the strongest person in the world.
Yet after only two exchanges, he had been defeated by a mere boy!
It was completely beyond anything Haku had imagined.
“Damn it!” Zabuza’s eyes turned red.
He threw aside the broken blade and rapidly formed hand seals with both hands.
The moisture in the surrounding air quickly gathered together, forming an enormous water dragon that lunged toward Akira with its claws and fangs bared.
“Water Release: Water Dragon Jutsu!” Yet Akira neither dodged nor made any attempt to defend himself against the raging water dragon.
When it drew close, the eclipse-shaped necklace around his neck flashed with golden light.
Projectile-Deflecting Talisman— An artifact capable of automatically defending against ranged attacks.
Boom!
A translucent square shield suddenly appeared before Akira.
It completely blocked the water dragon’s assault.
Refusing to admit defeat, Zabuza continued rapidly changing hand seals, preparing to unleash an even more powerful Water Release technique.
This time, however, Akira had no intention of standing still and waiting for him to finish.
Numerous golden ripples unfolded behind him.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
More than a dozen golden chains shot out in rapid succession.
Chains of Heaven— Gilgamesh’s most trusted Noble Phantasm!
Seeing them approach, Zabuza was forced to abandon his ninjutsu and leap backward.
However, he had underestimated the chains’ capabilities.
Even after he dodged them, they changed direction in midair and continued pursuing him.
Damn it!
Zabuza immediately realized that something was wrong, but it was already too late.
Clink!
Clink!
Clink!
Clink!
The chains surrounded him from every direction and swiftly wrapped themselves around his limbs before suspending him in midair.
“Raaagh!” Zabuza released all the chakra within his body and attempted to tear the chains apart through brute force.
Yet he had no idea what material they had been forged from.
Their durability far surpassed ordinary steel.
Even with the strength of an elite jonin, Zabuza could not make them move in the slightest!