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Chapter 29: Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet
Ronin used a bathroom break to create a Shadow Clone. He sent the clone back to Room 2333 while he used the Transformation Technique to disguise himself and return to Room 188.
The next day, Ronin received a file from Milia.
It contained the results of the investigation she launched the previous night based on the info Ronin provided about Uvogin and Shalnark.
Ronin put the tape into the player and watched the recording of the matches on the 1st floor from yesterday.
The file had timestamps, so Ronin fast-forwarded to the marked spots. He saw Uvogin participating in a match, and Shalnark and Nobunaga waiting for him by the stage.
Three of them came!
Ronin's gaze hardened. Seeing the three of them, he considered a possibility: Have they been hunting me ever since we separated at the Yanshui airport?
Are they dogs? Why are they so relentless?!
While fast-forwarding, Ronin spotted another familiar figure.
Kurapika.
He had also come to Heaven's Arena and participated in a fight. This surprised Ronin.
He thought Kurapika would try to find him immediately upon arrival. Seeing him fight suggested Kurapika had other ideas.
Should I contact him now?
Ronin hesitated. Being near him now was dangerous.
After much thought, Ronin decided against contacting Kurapika until he dealt with the Troupe trio.
If something went wrong with him, Kurapika's personality would likely get him killed alongside Ronin.
...
Nobunaga didn't register for matches. He still advocated for finding Ronin's room and hacking him to death.
Fighting in the ring felt like playing house to him.
Uvogin, however, was enjoying himself. He was even planning to challenge the Floor Masters after killing Ronin.
It seemed the atmosphere of Heaven's Arena had assimilated the musclehead.
What annoyed Nobunaga was that Uvogin watched him like a hawk at night, preventing him from sneaking off to find Ronin.
But he found an opportunity.
Nobunaga stood outside Room 2333, one hand resting on his katana.
He had gotten the room number from Shalnark while Uvogin was in the ring.
Having encountered Ronin at the airport, Nobunaga felt a vague sense of crisis regarding the boy's rapid improvement.
He was a man who trusted his instincts.
Before splitting from the main group, he had asked Machi if their trip would be smooth.
Machi's answer was: No.
That woman's intuition was scary accurate. So Nobunaga trusted her, and he trusted himself.
Worst case scenario, he'd bring Ronin's head to Uvogin and fight him afterward.
Shing.
The katana flashed. The door was sliced open instantly.
Powerful Nen expanded into En as he stepped into the room, covering a radius of about four meters.
He could create a larger En, but he believed this distance—exactly the length of his sword plus his arm's reach—was his optimal range.
He even named his En: The Domain!
Within this Domain, his blade could strike instantly, cutting anything he wished.
Walking into the room, Nobunaga saw Ronin sitting casually on the sofa.
"Yo! We meet again," Ronin looked at Nobunaga calmly, greeting him like an old friend.
Nobunaga's response was to vanish from his spot.
Squelch.
Nobunaga's blade stabbed into the sofa. But where he struck, Ronin was gone, replaced by a broken log.
Body Replacement Technique!
Nobunaga raised an eyebrow. He flicked his wrist, slicing through the sofa and the log, continuing the slash to his side.
Splash!
He hit Ronin.
But just like at the airport, the Ronin he cut exploded into a puddle of water.
Simultaneously, a barrage of shuriken shot toward him from the bathroom direction.
Nobunaga lowered his stance. His sword moved in a blur, slashing down every projectile the moment they entered his range.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Every shuriken, no matter the angle, was precisely split in two.
But as Nobunaga took a step toward the bathroom, his expression changed, and he retreated frantically.
The moment he retreated, the bathroom door burst open. Ronin appeared, chest expanded with a deep breath.
One hand held a seal at his chest; the other was raised to his mouth.
Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!
A massive fireball erupted from his mouth, roaring toward Nobunaga.
Retreating, Nobunaga used his sword to flip the coffee table into the path of the fireball. He sidestepped, dodging the blast wave and reaching the living room window.
BOOM!
The fireball smashed into the table and exploded.
Amidst the flames, Nobunaga saw Ronin emerge from the bathroom, his hands moving rapidly.
Ram – Horse – Snake – Dragon – Rat – Ox – Tiger.
When the final seal was formed, Ronin felt nearly all his Chakra drain instantly.
But the Jutsu was complete.
This time, it wasn't a C-Rank Jutsu. It was a true high-level technique.
B-Rank Ninjutsu: Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!
Three roaring fire dragons materialized from Ronin's front and sides, converging on Nobunaga with a ferocious howl.
The temperature in the room skyrocketed instantly, the heat distorting the air.
Facing this, Nobunaga felt suffocated.
From entering the room to being surrounded by fire dragons took only seconds. Ronin had clearly prepared a trap and was waiting for him.
And this guy's strength was visibly greater than what he showed in the ring.
The glass behind him shattered.
That was the only exit Nobunaga found. The three fire dragons charging at him gave him the same feeling as when he injured Feitan—pure danger.
Leaping out of the room, Nobunaga glanced back at the pale-faced Ronin behind the dragons, a vicious glint in his eyes.
He also saw another figure appearing at the room's entrance.
Instead of running, he dared to ambush me? Did he not think that I didn't come alone?
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