Red sand dust

Through the abnormal perspective, Daimaru clearly saw that the main spirit of Miss Saya was outside the puppet body, controlling each puppet including the main body through countless spiritual tentacles, and launched an attack on Kurama Yakumo.

It seems to be in a proactive offensive position, but there are no substantial results.

In the mental perception, the originally blue puppet body started from light blue, became darker and darker, gradually became purple, and finally turned black.

The spirit of Miss Saya who was controlling her was obviously getting more and more difficult.

I'm afraid that the greater the effort, there is also the risk of deeper and deeper erosion. If the time is too long, the pressure to recover will become greater.

At this moment, Miss Saya, who was accidentally cut open by a dagger, paused her attack. Her wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but an inexplicable black energy filled the air, causing her mental body to turn into a deep black state. A step forward.

"What, it can't work?"

Kurama Yakumo, who was also a little tired, did not take the opportunity to pursue. He slowed down and approached steadily in an effortless manner.

"Don't be proud!"

Miss Saya said bitterly.

"If you can kill all those noisy and annoying guys on the sidelines, and the pile can also kill this guy, why is there any need to work so hard?" 』

This kind of forbidden technique was not meant to be used in duels with others. Of course, any other genin candidate would not be able to withstand mental toxins long ago. Kurama Yakumo was so talented that he didn't care about it.

Before the start of the third trial, Miss Saya originally planned to get some large psychic beasts to enhance the richness of tactics, but unfortunately she didn't have time to find a suitable one, otherwise it wouldn't be so difficult.

But now is not the time to be upset. As a puppet master, there are no useful puppets at hand. This is obviously underestimating the enemy or dereliction of duty.

Before taking the Chunin Exam, Miss Saya imagined that the strongest enemy was Hyuga Neji. Although Kurama Yakumo was also somewhat capable, she never thought that she would be so in conflict with her.

Not only is his spiritual magic very powerless against Kurama Yakumo, but the opponent's blood-inherited boundary illusion is also not very effective against him.

Of course, there are still some trump cards, but they are not very suitable for use in such an arena where everyone is watching. I believe the opponent is similar.

"It would be nice if we could change places and have a good fight!"

"I feel the same way, but I won today's game, right?"

Kurama Yakumo's smiling expression looked even more hateful in Miss Saya's eyes.

Knowing that the situation was not good and that she had only one last chance to take risks, Miss Saya no longer hesitated. The spiderweb-like puppet threads spread throughout the arena quickly gathered and wrapped the Tengu incarnation, like untouchable acid. , constantly corroding its strong body.

"What are you doing? If you can't beat me, why can't you just admit defeat..."

"Admit defeat? What a beautiful idea you have! How can you say victory or defeat until the last moment?"

Even if you are going to lose, you still have to let the opponent shed a layer of skin.

Whether it is the incarnation of obsession or the spider web-like chakra thread, they are all formed by the concentration of mental power. A direct contest between the two is a pure competition of mental power.

Although Kurama Yakumo is naturally powerful, Miss Saya is not an ordinary person. Plus, with the backup force of Cradle Garden, how can you know that you can't win if you don't give it a try?

This is like a good fight in the ring, but one party realizes something is wrong and forcibly announces a change to arm wrestling. This is obviously not a competition on the same level.

"Even so, you are no match!"

Not to be outdone, Kurama Yakumo's mental power, which he had almost never used at full strength in his life, instantly began to be stimulated. The two huge forces continued to collide and strangle. Even the audience with slow perception felt an unspeakable sense of oppression in their hearts. .

The nooses turned into chakra threads and the Kurama Tengu got mixed together and tore each other apart, leaving people who didn't know what was happening dumbfounded.

"Why do I have a sense of déjà vu like the aunts fighting in the village, tearing their hair, scratching their faces and swearing in the street?"

Haruno Sakura, who had been eliminated and after a brief treatment, returned to the stands to cheer for her teammates, saw this scene as soon as she arrived.

"It seems that you are also very experienced!"

Daimaru turned his head and asked thoughtfully,

"So you cut your long hair to reduce the 'target range'?"

"how come?"

Haruno Sakura embarrassedly stroked her pink hair just past her ears and said,

"Things from my childhood were too far away. Recently, I had such an experience with Ino..."

"oh!"

They were all little girls who were fascinated by Sasuke Uchiha. It was not surprising that they started fighting on impulse.

"Yakumo and Saya don't know each other very well, so there's such a big conflict?"

As a friend and temporary teammate, Haruno Sakura still knows Kurama Yakumo somewhat, but Miss Saya has never interacted with him.

"You don't understand. We are both eldest ladies. When we see people who are similar to ourselves, we will always dislike each other!"

Daimaru explained,

"This is as hateful as wearing a shirt!"

Even female ninjas who wear the same standard vest will put great effort into decorations such as ninja tool bags, hand guards, and forehead protectors to make themselves look different from others.

"Maybe!"

Haruno Sakura smiled.

With the status of Saya and Kurama Yakumo, reaching this point in the so-called Chunin Examination is enough to explain to everyone, so there is no need to be so disrespectful of face.

Just as the two were talking, the mental competition between the two finally came to a conclusion. Kurama Yakumo, who had only a paper-thin shield left outside his body, covered his chest with both hands and resisted. He could not hold back the claws that wanted to pinch his neck; and the puppet silk thread controlled by Miss Saya had been exhausted. At this moment, Miss Saya, who seemed to be unable to hold on, suddenly felt a vibration in her body, like some kind of running machine. There was a muffled sound as the machinery suddenly stopped.

Miss Saya, who had lost all strength in her body, had unwillingness in her eyes, and her long lavender hair was stained with a lot of dirt. After taking a few steps back weakly, she lay down on the ground.

"Let me tell you, you can't win!"

At the end, there was a competition of strength. Kurama Yakumo was able to hold on with just one breath. If Miss Saya hadn't been at the end of her strength, she really wouldn't have been able to hold on.

Miss Saya, who was completely speechless and just sorting out the abnormalities in her body, could no longer respond to Kurama Yakumo's cynicism.

The referee Morino Ihiki, who was forced to the sidelines by the power of the two fighting, had a black line on his face. He stepped forward, checked Miss Saya's condition, and quickly announced that Kurama Yakumo won this exaggerated competition. victory.

As for the medical team of Konoha Village, laymen should not expect them to interfere. Under Temari's attention, Daimaru bit the bullet and examined Miss Saya.