Chapter 220: What is a Rich Konoha Girl's Battle Style?
"So it's you. I know you, the one who likes to use ninja tools."
Temari showed a triumphant smile. In her eyes, she was Tenten's natural counter. This fight would just be a repeat of her idiot brother's fight with Naruto. Wind Style users were the least afraid of ninja who used throwing weapons.
"It's you."
Tenten walked up, carrying a large scroll on her back, one that looked no smaller than Temari's fan.
In a few years, as her skills improved, she would have used this large scroll anyway. But now, with her advancement in space-time ninjutsu, although she hadn't learned the Flying Thunder God, her progress in her original specialty, space-time sealing, had been rapid. She could already easily seal a massive number of ninja tools.
Even Akiyama Makoto hadn't expected this. It could only be said that she had her own drive to improve and was worthy of praise.
"I know you're angry because your brother lost, but unfortunately for you, I won't lose."
"I've already discussed it with my friends. We're going to meet in the finals. So, just let me win, please?"
That last "please" was said in a mischievous tone. It was a cute scene, but in the eyes of the fiery Temari, it just looked like mockery.
"It seems you're already prepared to be blown away."
"If you think you can blow me away, then just try it."
Temari snorted, opened her fan, and directly activated Wind Style: Great Sickle Weasel.
With the fanning of the giant fan, a gale was kicked up in the small arena. Countless vacuum blades were mixed within it, surging towards Tenten. These wind blades were invisible and intangible, remarkably similar to the sound ninjutsu from before.
Moreover, because the Wind Style sucked away the air and created a near-vacuum state, a considerable portion of ninjutsu and the vast majority of thrown weapons would be rendered ineffective. If she still wanted to fight by throwing ninja tools at this time, then failure was her only path.
However, to everyone's surprise, she calmly took out a small scroll, unsealed it, and with a loud clang, a steel shield, two meters wide and three meters high, stood upright in front of her. She, on the other hand, peeked her head out from behind it, a triumphant smile on her face.
She had always had the nickname of a "mobile warehouse" to describe her proficiency with space-time sealing jutsu. Now, she had taken this even further, sealing and packing up every tool she could think of, ones she had seen at home, and even some that had been discarded during experiments. For her, they didn't take up any space after being sealed. No matter how large the tool, it was just a line of sealing formula on a scroll. Naturally, she would take as many as she could.
And now, wasn't this large shield coming in handy?
Temari stared, dumbfounded, at the massive shield, which had to weigh at least several tons. Her fan was already absurd enough, but how could there be someone even more absurd than her?
Unconvinced, she activated Wind Style: Great Dragon Scythe. This time, the power of the vacuum blade was even greater, and it even cut into the surface of the steel shield. But the shield was a good thirty or forty centimeters thick. Forget her, even Danzō would probably have to go all out to cut through it with Wind Style.
"Damn it!"
Temari resisted the urge to summon her weasel and have it attack from behind the shield. That was also a trump card she was saving for the Konoha Crush plot.
She could only point at her and shout, "Aren't you a throwing-type ninja? Don't you feel ashamed doing this?"
Tenten did a flip and sat on top of the shield, sticking her tongue out. "This is war! In war, who cares about the dignity of a 'throwing ninja'?"
"Besides, who says this shield I'm sitting on isn't a thrown weapon?"
"It's just that I can't throw it... yet."
"Shameless!"
Temari waved her fan at her again.
Her Wind Style, enhanced by her special ninja tool, was extremely powerful, far exceeding her current skill level. But because the fan was heavy, her movements were relatively slow. Originally, she could have compensated for this with the fan's huge attack range, but now, the moment she saw her wave her hand, Tenten would just duck behind the shield. It was ridiculously easy.
"Hey, referee! You're not going to call her out for this?"
The irate Temari, her temper flaring, looked at Gekkō Hayate.
He rolled his eyes. "If I were to make a call, it would be your loss. How much chakra do you have left? Your opponent... hasn't even moved much."
"But—"
Temari was about to say something more, but a kunai came flying at her face.
She quickly blocked it with her fan. It was Tenten, standing on top of the shield. This time, her hands were full of ninja tools.
"Now it's my turn. Are you ready?"
Raining Needles!
Explosive Kunai!
Tool Control: Hidden Needles!
Tool Control: Giant Iron Ball!
Tool Control: Giant Iron Ingot!
Tool Control: Shattering Steel Ball!
Tool Control: Chained Meteor!
She threw seven small scrolls in one breath. By the time she was done, the field was already covered in a mess of tools, at least a hundred of them. There was no longer any place for either of them to stand.
Everyone stared at this, dumbfounded. Even Orochimaru, who had returned, looked at her in shock, as if her "nouveau riche" display had made him see her as a potential client.
Hiruzen Sarutobi wanted to speak, but held his tongue, and just looked at Anko.
Anko's face was dark. She nodded and waved her hand, signaling for the staff in charge of the arena to get ready. They were going to have to clean up the field in a bit.
At this time, sweat was visible on Tenten's forehead, but her condition was still good. With the True Spirit Seal, her chakra and stamina had made great strides. She still had the strength to operate the large scroll on her back.
Temari, on the other hand, after releasing her powerful Wind Style at the beginning and then having to use it to fight off the scroll ninjutsu, was already starting to pant.
From the stands, Kankurō kept giving her signals, indicating that she could end it here. There was no shame in surrendering. Besides, they hadn't come to Konoha to win.
But she couldn't afford to lose this face, especially when she saw Tenten blowing a kiss at Akiyama Makoto. Her anger flared even more.
One of the three of us has to win at least once, right?
Especially since all these kunoichi were so close to that guy, and he had beaten her brother... she had to get revenge for him.
If I can't beat him, I can at least beat his girlfriend, right?
So, Temari gritted her teeth, poured all her remaining chakra into her fan, and then unleashed a technique that even she had not fully mastered.
Wind Style: Tornado Hurricane!
A giant tornado began to form as she waved her fan, sucking in some of the smaller ninja tools and then spitting them back out.
Clang, clang, clang!
The walls and ceiling of the arena began to be pelted with tools. Even a kunai shot towards Hiruzen.
Guy immediately moved, catching it. Anko was about to call a stop to the match, but was stopped by him.
The Jōnin, seeing this, quickly began to protect the genin in the stands, to prevent them from being killed by the flying tools before they even had a chance to compete.
Temari barely managed to control the tornado, pushing it towards Tenten. This tornado could bypass obstacles and could even swallow the iron shield whole. Now she had nowhere to run, right?
But Tenten decisively abandoned the large shield, leaped high into the air, and then did a flip, landing with her feet on the ceiling, thus dodging the attack.
But then her expression turned grim.
Because several ninja tools had been embedded in the wall right where Makoto was sitting. Kurenai had had to grab him and pull him to the other side to dodge the attack. Of course, they both knew that this kind of attack couldn't hurt him, but since he was unwilling to act, they had to.
And Temari had just made her tools almost hurt him. How could she stand for that?
Seeing her opponent controlling the tornado and pressing it towards her, Tenten reached for the large scroll on her back.
"Tenten, don't make trouble for Lord Hokage."
At this moment, he spoke.
He was very familiar with her talent. The small scrolls each contained a hundred tools. And the large scroll on her back... She didn't even need to throw them. She just had to unseal it and let the items inside free-fall, and the countless tools would automatically have attack power.
So how many tools were in that large scroll?
He estimated at least five hundred.
If he really let her attack like this, never mind shocking everyone present, the match would have to be suspended for a long time just to clean up the field.
Only then did Tenten snap out of it. She looked at Hiruzen's pained expression and gave a shy smile.
Then let's just settle this with the one kunai I have left.
Tenten took out a special kunai, in the exact shape of the Fourth Hokage's Flying Thunder God kunai.
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