His bright orange hair spiked up like a porcupine, each strand turning as hard as steel wire before launching out like a rain of needles.
"Oh?" Xin hummed in mild surprise as the barrage of needles closed in on him from the mist.
The move reminded him of a certain "most handsome" and shameless frog sage.
This technique was just like his-turning your hair into sharp projectiles and launching them in a barrage like some kind of spiky hedgehog. Unfortunately...
It's a bit weak.
Even Minato, who learned the move from Jiraiya, never really used it. In his words, "It's too weak." Plus, there was always the risk of going bald.
Honestly, Xin wasn't trying to insult anyone in particular, but Fuguki Suikazan? The guy was ugly.
A body shaped like a barrel, a face like a pig, and to top it off, a hairstyle that was oddly feminine-long, orange locks trailing down his back, nearly as long as Samehada. The whole look was just... off.
Some might say Hoshigaki Kisame, the so-called "tailless tailed beast," looked weird, but compared to the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, Xin thought Kisame looked positively charming.
Or maybe it was just that nobody from the Land of Water seemed to have a decent face... well, except Yagura, that little punk. He could definitely outshine most of them.
Of course, Yagura only looked like a kid. In reality, he was around Xin's age, maybe a tad older.
"Die!"
Fuguki roared as his spiky hair attack covered Xin's position in a lethal rain of needles. "Is that all?"
Xin shook his head, disappointment clear in his voice. That attack was almost laughable. Honestly, charging at me with Samehada would've been more effective.
His Raijin sword burst into a dazzling glow of lightning as he easily deflected the hair- needles, leaving the smell of burnt hair hanging in the air.
"Nani?!"
Seeing Xin emerge completely unscathed, strolling toward him as if this were some casual walk in the park, Fuguki's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. How had this man just shrugged off his attack like it was nothing?!
Just then, a flash of yellow streaked across the deck, followed by a chorus of agonizing screams. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering across the wooden floorboards.
Minato stood calmly, wiping the kunai in his hand and giving Fuguki an appraising look. "This guy is your target? He seems... pretty weak."