And in that fleeting moment, equilibrium shattered.
A blaze erupted into existence, sudden, shocking.
It defied reason, yet it was undeniable.
From below, a katana wreathed in flames surged upward, its scorching edge poised to cleave Aaaninja apart.
Alarm flared in his eyes.
Instinct took over, he moved to block.
But it was futile.
The katana clashed against his sword, and with a resounding boom, Aaaninja was hurled backward like a ragdoll.
Yet even in mid air, his mastery over his body was immaculate, twisting with fluid precision, he regained control before his feet even touched the ground.
His legs skidded across the earth, carving trails in the dirt.
But before he could so much as raise his sword for a counterattack;
A foot came.
Blazing forward like a comet.
Aaaninja saw it.
But he couldn't react.
