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Naruto was suddenly taken aback as he calcuted Kakashi's age. Pointing at Nadare Rouga, he asked:
"Wait a minute, you beat Kakashi ten years ago? You were bullying kids back then! And with equipment, no less!"
"Brat!" Whether out of embarrassment or anger, Nadare Rouga cut the conversation short and gave his orders: "Fubuki, Mizore, take care of those kids! As for Kakashi, leave him to..."
"Water Release: Water Dragon Jutsu!" Naruto, true to form, didn't care about combat formalities and interrupted before Nadare could finish.
Naruto thought to himself, We're not friends or family, so why should I listen to you? I'll talk if I want to—after you knock me down first.
The water dragon rose into the air, and with Naruto's chakra combined with the sea behind him, it grew to a monstrous size, terrifying Nadare Roga, who excimed:
"Is that supposed to be a Water-style jutsu?"
Surprised but forced to act, Fubuki activated her machinery, which extended into wings, unching her into the sky.
Mizore, meanwhile, discarded his skis, quickly transforming from a slow-moving heavy man into a surprisingly agile fighter, gliding out of the attack range.
Naruto thought his speed made him look like an elementary school kid with a nuclear-powered skateboard.
Nadare Roga, however, stubbornly chose to take on the water dragon head-on:
"Ice Release: Dragon-Tiger Bst!"
The name sounded impressive as if it could counter the water dragon, but the jutsu's power was cking.
As Nadare completed his hand signs, an ice tiger smmed into the water dragon. But the water dragon swallowed the ice tiger whole.
Due to Nadare's jutsu, the water dragon's head froze and shattered, but the remaining water surged forward relentlessly.
Nadare Roga clumsily dodged the water dragon's nding point, retreating hastily but still getting spshed. His expression soured with frustration.
Having already started, Naruto wasn't about to hold back. Kakashi, seizing the opportunity, charged at Nadare Roga. Whether Nadare had fully recovered or not, Kakashi unleashed a merciless barrage of taijutsu, thoroughly pummeling him.
Meanwhile, Fubuki, who had taken to the air, dove straight toward Sasuke, perhaps drawn to his looks.
But Sasuke, never one to be swayed, immediately responded with a fierce fireball, followed by a barrage of kunai and shuriken.
As metal cshed near Sasuke, Mizore, quick on his skis, dashed toward Naruto, arms bent as if preparing to grab him in a chokehold.
"Why does this move look like the Raikage and Killer Bee's Lightning Plough Hot Knife?" Naruto mused as he dodged. Mizore, meanwhile, slid several meters past him.
Turning in a quick semicircle on his skis, Mizore faced Naruto again. His robotic arm extended, shooting a cw toward him.
Naruto recognized the move. "Is that Blitzcrank's Rocket Grab? Or maybe Pudge's Meat Hook? And why do they all look as bloated as him?"
Naruto grabbed the flying cw's rope with one hand while forming a Rasengan in the other. As Mizore pulled him in, Naruto smmed the Rasengan into the circur device on Mizore's chest, like Iron Man's arc reactor.
The Rasengan hit its mark, cracking the core, though just barely. Normally, this impact would send someone flying, but Mizore stood firm and kicked Naruto away.
"This armour's defence against pure chakra attacks is impressive," Naruto thought, rubbing his stomach. "I guess I should leave risky moves like that to my shadow clones."
As for why he didn't use Kurama's chakra, the big fox had already compined: "You want to waste my chakra on this garbage? Not happening!"
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Ten shadow clones appeared around Naruto, though one immediately slipped on the ice, smashing its head on a shard and disappearing.
Naruto and the remaining clones facepalmed. It was embarrassing—good thing that clone didn't have a name, or it might have been too ashamed to show up again.
Naruto's antics cut off the compliment Mizore was about to give him. Mizore thought to himself, If I lose to this kid, I'd die of embarrassment.
"What's the use of shadow clones?" Mizore yelled.
Especially ones clumsy enough to trip on their own.
"Get him, guys!" Naruto shouted, and the clones rushed forward with Rasengans, too zy to even use the Flying Thunder God Jutsu.
Mizore wasn't afraid. He skated forward, using his robotic arm to destroy the first clone while another tripped over its own feet. But in doing so, he lost his bance.
He fell onto another clone, crushing it, but quickly stood up, only to find himself surrounded by the remaining seven clones.
One clone, #001, not quick enough to show off, yelled, "Suck your mom!"
He dodged Mizore's punch and smmed his Rasengan into the robotic arm. The other clones followed, either aiming at Mizore's limbs to disable him or going for his core to nd a lethal blow.
When fighting someone like Mizore, there was no need for honour. Against one person? We're a group of clones. Against an army? Still a group of clones.
Without his skis, Mizore's mobility was severely limited. His heavy armour and bulky body made him slow in both movement and reaction, no match for Naruto's superior genes.
So, all seven Rasengans nded squarely on him. While they didn't summon a dragon, the attacks still shattered his armour.
Mizore, the formidable ninja, was down for the count.
Having finished the battle, Naruto looked over at Sasuke's fight and sighed, "Sasuke is giving it all..."
Sasuke had tied Fubuki to an icicle using steel wires, one of her wings broken and showing scorch marks.
At the other end of the wire, Sasuke held the thread in his mouth, forming hand signs:
"Fire Release: Dragon Fme Jutsu!"
Fmes travelled along the wire, igniting Fubuki's armour. She screamed in pain as her armour could withstand chakra but not high temperatures.
It was no wonder. She was bound to an icicle at sub-zero temperatures, while fmes hundreds of degrees hot approached from the front. Screaming was the only logical reaction... Sasuke knew how to py his cards.
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