"Wait, what? Hinote asked, frozen in stupor as the clone assigned to him unfolded its own Fuuma shuriken and hurled it at his head. Before it could make contact, however, the boy snapped back into reality and parried the projectile with his own. His eyes widened as the clone dove towards him, feinting a sweep before it retrieved their weapon of choice, this time folding it for use as a melee weapon.
"The hell, sensei!?" he asked rhetorically as the clone slashed at him with rapid yet precise strikes, forcing the student to block each blow as he desperately looked for an opportunity to start his own offense. Unfortunately, it seemed as though Shimatsu-sensei's doppelganger was also looking for an opening to finish the fight, as now its pattern of attacks had an steady yet ominous rhythm.
And, much like Hinote had dread, that rhythm was now staccato with more powerful, yet less precise strikes interspersed at random intervals.
"Shit!" he silently cursed as he kept blocking, parrying, and dodging each attack. But as his exhaustion and desperation grew, so did the clone's impatience. As the boy was on the verge of collapsing, he looked up to see the clone winding up for a finishing blow. In less than a few seconds, the fight would be over.
Before the clone could launch its attack though, the boy stabbed the shuriken into the ground and punched the clone's groin with what little energy he had left. As his opponent doubled over in pain, Hinote stood up, plucked his weapon from stone arena, and paused for a moment in front of the clone.
"In this position, you remind me of someone I would've killed if someone else didn't beat me to it," he spoke solemnly as he lifted the clone's head by its chin before slicing its throat from ear to ear, dispelling it into whatever element it consisted of. "So I guess you'll have to do."
"The hell, sensei!?" he asked rhetorically as the clone slashed at him with rapid yet precise strikes, forcing the student to block each blow as he desperately looked for an opportunity to start his own offense. Unfortunately, it seemed as though Shimatsu-sensei's doppelganger was also looking for an opening to finish the fight, as now its pattern of attacks had an steady yet ominous rhythm.
And, much like Hinote had dread, that rhythm was now staccato with more powerful, yet less precise strikes interspersed at random intervals.
"Shit!" he silently cursed as he kept blocking, parrying, and dodging each attack. But as his exhaustion and desperation grew, so did the clone's impatience. As the boy was on the verge of collapsing, he looked up to see the clone winding up for a finishing blow. In less than a few seconds, the fight would be over.
Before the clone could launch its attack though, the boy stabbed the shuriken into the ground and punched the clone's groin with what little energy he had left. As his opponent doubled over in pain, Hinote stood up, plucked his weapon from stone arena, and paused for a moment in front of the clone.
"In this position, you remind me of someone I would've killed if someone else didn't beat me to it," he spoke solemnly as he lifted the clone's head by its chin before slicing its throat from ear to ear, dispelling it into whatever element it consisted of. "So I guess you'll have to do."