As Hui dodged Ōnoki's attacks, thoughts raced through his mind while his hands moved quickly to form seals.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
A massive fireball shot from his mouth, soaring toward Ōnoki. The fireball was enormous, with a diameter of four or five meters—an impressive girth for a fireball, not that smaller fireballs were bad.
However, Ōnoki easily evaded it, flying swiftly through the air. He didn't even bother using Dust Release to block it, knowing it would be a waste of chakra.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
Once again, another massive fireball erupted from the ground, this time heating the air around Ōnoki, making his face flush red from the intense heat. Hui didn't stop there—he continued to unleash more and more fireballs, forcing Ōnoki to keep dodging.
But this constant barrage was draining Hui's chakra reserves rapidly. In just a few moments, he had almost exhausted all of his chakra, leaving him with the reserves of a low-level ninja.
"Flight... it really is such a frustrating ability," Hui muttered, watching Ōnoki hover in the air. However, a faint smile crept onto his lips.
Ōnoki, from above, sensed something was off. Despite his advantage, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. This boy was not only proficient in almost every elemental jutsu but also excelled in taijutsu and swordsmanship.
And now, seeing how vast his chakra reserves were, Ōnoki realized Hui had no apparent weaknesses.
This kid is far too dangerous… If there's ever another war between Iwagakure and Konoha, he'll cause us unimaginable losses. He must be eliminated, Ōnoki thought grimly, determined to kill Hui.
Hui, still gazing upward, spoke again. "I admit, flight is a powerful technique that requires quite some skill. It's not fair to call it a 'cheap' ability."
"Of course," Ōnoki replied coldly, watching for Hui's next move, "any ability comes from hard work. My flight technique is no exception!"
Hui nodded. "Indeed, it's an incredible power, and I respect that," he said, before forming more hand seals.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
Another fireball hurtled toward Ōnoki. Hui seemed relentless as if determined to hit him with fire.
Ōnoki smirked, assuming that Hui was trying to wear him down by exhausting his chakra used for flight.
Does he really think I'll run out of chakra just from maintaining flight? Too naive... But maybe I can use this to my advantage… Ōnoki mused, hatching a plan of his own.
After a few more Great Fireballs, Hui paused his assault. As he did, droplets of rain began to fall, lightly pattering the ground. Dark clouds gathered overhead, and flashes of lightning flickered within the clouds, heralding a brewing storm.
Ōnoki glanced at the sky and laughed. "You're not seriously hoping the storm will strike me with lightning, are you?"
Hui smiled slightly. "It seems I can't hide anything from you."
"Ridiculous. These clouds aren't enough to produce real lightning strikes," Ōnoki scoffed, shaking his head in disdain.
But Hui's grin widened. "Is that so? Well then… how about I make the lightning fall?"
As Hui spoke, his hands blurred through more seals, and soon a crackling ball of electricity formed in his palm.
Ōnoki's confidence wavered, an uneasy feeling settling over him. He knew he had to act fast, but before he could react, Hui thrust his arm into the air, the lightning ball suspended above him.
"Lightning Release…" Hui shouted as the ball elongated, transforming into the shape of a sword made of pure lightning.
At that moment, the storm clouds seemed to respond to the call. Lightning surged from the sky, connecting with the sword Hui had conjured, creating a massive bolt of energy that arced from the ground all the way to the dark clouds above.
"Lightning Calamity Slash!"
With a final shout, Hui swung the colossal lightning sword down toward Ōnoki.
BOOM!
Thunder roared as the enormous blade of lightning descended from the heavens, its blinding light illuminating the battlefield. The destructive force of the attack was undeniable—there was simply no way to escape.
Ōnoki, in a moment of pure instinct, summoned his most powerful offensive yet defensive technique.
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"
A giant white cube formed in Ōnoki's hands and expanded rapidly, creating a barrier in front of him just in time to block the incoming lightning strike.
The clash between the Lightning Calamity Slash and Dust Release produced a deafening explosion.
The intense light from the lightning strike was absorbed into the Dust Release barrier, neutralizing its effects.
Ōnoki sighed in relief, his heart racing. The attack had been powerful—certainly an S-rank technique—but it couldn't penetrate the defences of Dust Release, the pinnacle of kekkei tōta.
"Too bad, kid. Against Dust Release, even your most powerful jutsu is useless," Ōnoki muttered, his confidence returning.
But just as he allowed himself to relax, a voice whispered from behind him.
"Exposing your back to the enemy is a dangerous habit, old man," Hui's voice echoed in Ōnoki's ears, sending a chill down his spine.
Ōnoki's eyes widened in horror. Before he could react, a sharp pain erupted in his back. His strength drained rapidly as Hui, who had created a shadow clone during the earlier fireball barrage, struck him from behind.
BAM!
Hui kicked Ōnoki hard, sending him crashing to the ground below. Hui's shadow clone vanished in a puff of smoke, having completed its job.
The skies cleared as the storm dissipated, and the massive lightning sword vanished along with it.
Lying on the ground, Ōnoki was barely conscious. A sword had pierced through his back, its tip jutting out from his chest. His body was scorched from the earlier lightning attacks, and he was on the brink of death.
Hui stood over him, staring down coldly. "Killing you might provoke a war, but if Grandpa Tobirama were here, I'm sure he'd agree with me."
With those words, Hui watched as the life slowly drained from Ōnoki's eyes.
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