Pakura rolled her eyes, clearly realizing the implications of the pair's actions, she, who hadn't really wanted to fight, had become completely serious. She only wanted to vaporize those two plagues of the world.
Kimimaro, on the other hand, still remembered Jugo's instructions.
-Fushiguro Toji and Afro from the Land of Iron.- Kimimaro spoke calmly, a bone spur slowly emerging from his hand. -Surrender, and you won't have to suffer.
Afro's expression remained unchanged, merely drawing his sword from its sheath, but Toji clearly displayed a mocking expression.
He didn't take out Shakukonto, he didn't really want to kill any of them, besides, now that he had advanced, his strength had already far surpassed Kimimaro's.
Of course, it would be Afro who would deal with Kimimaro, but what he knew was that... Afro would lose.
He might be strong, but he only used a sword, he was clearly the type of opponent Kimimaro dealt with more easily, unless his sword cut became more powerful than Kimimaro's Saiken-coated bones.
Unfortunately, Afro hadn't reached that point, but Toji didn't want to stop the fight between the two. He hadn't planned it, but it was interesting. Besides, he knew that Jugo's objective was to capture, not kill, so he could heal Afro at any time.
Even if he died, Jugo could bring him back.
The next moment, Afro and Kimimaro moved, Kimimaro still in his basic form, his black hair waving in the wind as he exchanged dozens of sword strikes per second with Afro, both seemingly enjoying the fight.
Toji wanted to stay on the sidelines, observing the situation, but the next moment he was forced to jump away. Two 'fireballs' from Pakura attacked him, one from each side. He stepped back, but then another 'fireball' appeared out of nowhere.
Toji rolled his eyes, raising his hand towards the fireball. Pakura smiled as she watched Toji catch the sphere with his bare hands, waiting to see his body boiled alive.
However, instead, the fire was directly transformed into sparks when Toji tightened his grip around it, causing Pakura's eyes to widen.
Toji didn't even look at her, keeping his eyes on the fight between Kimimaro and Afro.
Pakura was strong, but she didn't pose a real threat to him, mainly because she relied too heavily on her Scorch Release. Playing with fire in front of Toji? Stupid.
Toji could literally let out a fart hotter than that.
Pakura seemed to take this completely seriously, seeing how easily Toji dealt with her attack, she frowned and knew she couldn't hold back, her body went straight into the second stage of the Curse Mark.
Her form turned her body completely black while her hair turned bright red. Her hair came loose with the extreme release of chakra, and from her shoulders, two hollows emerged, and intense steam emanated from them.
She raised her hands, and from her palms, several small holes opened, emitting an intense heat sufficient to distort the air.
Toji finally turned to her, to be honest, She reminded him of a fire elemental from a game he had played in a previous life, which was quite interesting.
The heat she emitted finally caught Toji's attention, but it was still just attention-grabbing, it wasn't enough to actually hurt him yet.
-Can't you be quiet? I want to see the fight.- Toji sighed.
This only enraged Pakura even more, the next moment, two jets of fire exploded from her palms, forcing extreme acceleration, making Toji raise an eyebrow as she appeared in front of him, her two palms already facing him.
Toji just wanted to say: Bakugo, is that you?
If she screams...
-Shine!- She screamed.
Toji was speechless again, a massive explosion at point-blank range sent him flying, his body spinning through the air several times, knocking down dozens of trees before coming to a stop. His upper body was buried directly in the ground, only his charred legs still in the air.
Pakura came soon after, smiling excitedly. This was the power she had acquired, not only had fire and wind merged even further, but she could now generate explosions. It looked like the explosive release, but no, it was different.
It was more like a combustion release.
Pakura didn't think Toji would have died from that alone, so when she arrived, she pointed her hands directly at Toji, the holes in her shoulder seeming to suck in a large amount of air for a moment, then, in the next instant, an even more concentrated explosion was aimed directly at Toji on the ground.
Toji didn't back down, wanting to see how far Pakura could go.
The explosion made the earth shake.
When the dust settled, nothing could be seen but the scorched earth, Toji was buried directly on top of piles of charred soil.
Deep underground, he smiled slightly, that was a good power, practically able to fight weaker tailed beasts. Unfortunately... the heat was enough to char his clothes, but his skin was perfectly intact.
The heat didn't affect him, the kinetic energy couldn't penetrate his tough Devil skin.
Overall, Pakura is still too weak to fight him.
That was a shame.
The next moment, Toji transformed into his Desire Incarnation form.
It flowed easily across the ground, appearing as a semi-transparent, amorphous liquid mass, leaving Pakura, who had just landed, shocked.
Toji calmly reformed, his shirt quite torn, leaving his right shoulder exposed, his pants not much better. He looked down and sighed, he really needed better clothes.
This seemed like a problem with fighting as Devil, but that problem wasn't apparent when he followed the Chained Pathway.
Ignoring the state of his clothes, and seeing Pakura's shocked eyes, realizing he was perfectly fine, he finally grew tired of it. He quickly formed hand seals, and the next moment, Pakura found herself in a completely different environment.
She had even forgotten that she was fighting.
She found herself in a room. Kimimaro, with his white hair and red dots on his forehead, was naked in front of her. He approached slowly. Pakura frowned, sensing that something was wrong, but the next moment, she felt an extreme sensation inside her, she felt warm.
She sensed that something was still wrong, but when Kimimaro took her, she couldn't refuse, the feeling... it was so comfortable...
Outside, Toji passed by Pakura's fallen body, she let out soft moans as she writhed. What he did was quite simple, a genjutsu that affected sexual desire plus his ability to control desires. It was truly a case of one plus one equals two.
Should he give it a name? Devil Release - Wet Dream?
Toji was Jugo, and Jugo had allowed his wood clones to spend years training continuously, including genjutsu. Creating a genjutsu like that was purely by chance, he hadn't even used it before, but at that moment, it was very useful.
If it were the Chained Jugo, would he hesitate to use it, Toji? He was curious about the outcome and amused by the process.
Of course, the next target was his good friend, Kimimaro.
Unlike Jugo, Toji had no problem giving 'assistance', he's a Devil.