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Zabuza leapt back, putting distance between himself and Naruto, disbelief written all over his face. The Mist Assassination Technique that had made him famous—unfailing until now—had been broken by a kid, and so easily?
Had Konoha raised an entire crop of Ninja immune to the Hidden Mist? The Byakugan girl who'd dispelled his mist earlier wasn't even here—how were they doing it?
No one bothered to explain; they were in the heat of battle. Naruto's lips curved in confidence. Through the Mind Transfer Jutsu link, he shot a quick pulse of gratitude toward the house: "Thanks, Hinata!"
"You're welcome, Naruto-kun," her shy voice echoed in his mind.
With the Byakugan watching from the safety of the cottage and Ino acting as the central transmitter, the mist technique's greatest advantage was gone. Kakashi's Sharingan slowly spun in the fog; he, too, had received Hinata's precise coordinates via the mental link. From the very start, the scales of this battle had tipped toward Konoha.
Kakashi flicked out a kunai and rushed Zabuza. Instinct screamed danger; Zabuza back-stepped twice, evading the high-speed lunge. But the moment he dodged, a sharp fist-wind howled in.
Asuma Sarutobi flashed like a wraith! The orange arc of his cigarette traced a path through the mist as his Chakra Blades blazed with condensed, almost solid blue chakra.
"Hien (Flying Swallow)!"
The strike was timed to perfection. Zabuza tried to twist away, but Asuma's blades were too fast. Two deep, bone-baring cuts slashed across Zabuza's ribs.
"Gah!" Zabuza grunted as blood gushed from the wounds. He stared at Asuma in disbelief. How could they pinpoint him so accurately inside this shroud? Asuma spat out his cigarette stub: "Nice work, Hinata."
Under the Byakugan's gaze, the fog was no longer a refuge—it was a cage. Kakashi seized the moment, his hand erupting in the chirping roar of a thousand birds. "It's over, Zabuza Momochi!"
The cold declaration echoed across the field. Naruto and the other Konoha Ninja had sealed every escape route. Driven to true despair, Zabuza found no way back and no way out.
The instant Kakashi's words fell, Naruto moved. Wind Release chakra spun and compressed in his right palm before he swept it sideways.
"Vacuum Attack: Wind Pressure Siphon!"
A violent hurricane erupted with Naruto at its center. First came a terrifying inward suction that yanked the surrounding air, then a crushing outward shockwave. The dense mist was torn, crushed, and flung aside as if by a giant hand.
Whoosh—
The storm's roar scattered every last wisp of fog. The battlefield was instantly clear. Cold moonlight poured down like liquid silver, illuminating the bloody scene. Konoha's Ninja ringed Zabuza completely. Kakashi held his combat stance; Asuma gripped his blood-slicked blades.
At their feet lay the scattered mercenaries Gato had hired. The stench of gore mixed with the salt of the sea, weighing on every nerve.
"Heh… cough… impressive, Konoha Ninja…" Zabuza's voice was the ragged breath of a cornered beast. He leaned on the massive Kubikiribōchō, each exhale a rasping groan of pain. Blood soaked his rags and dripped down the handle of the great blade.
Bloodshot eyes swept across the group. He recognized the patterns now. That little fatty—an Akimichi. The pineapple-head—a Nara. If they were here, the "Yamanaka boar" and the Hyuga girl must be inside the hut, relaying his every move.
Far off, the bound Haku watched, heart breaking. Tears slid down silently, blurring the sight of the only person who had ever shown him kindness walking toward his end.
Moonlight shimmered on Naruto's blond hair as his wooden sword pointed at the rogue. "You're out of options, Zabuza."
"No options? Do you even know why they call me the Demon of the Mist?" Zabuza tore the bandages from his face and wrapped them tight across the gaping wound in his chest. Agony twisted his features, but his eyes burned with a suicidal wildness.
Purple chakra coiled around him, rising to form a hideous demon mask in the air above his head. Muscles bulged, veins stood out, and his chakra seethed like boiling water.
Demon Transformation!
The Executioner's Blade hummed with bloodlust; Zabuza's eyes turned pure, murderous crimson. He was no longer a Ninja—he was a ravening demon.
The real fight had only just begun.
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