During the Third Great Ninja War, facing numerous enemies, Mirukawa Kaito was not in a hurry, and his hands quickly formed seals.
"Water Style: Water Shuriken"
"Lightning Style: Thunderbolt"
"Ice Style: Ice Beam"
"Lava Style: Precipice Blades"
…
Everything returned to calm.
In the messy battlefield, Mirukawa Kaito fell into deep thought. He looked at [Focus Sash] on his left wrist and [Mystic Water] on his right hand.
After a long silence, he threw the newly obtained [Onion] hard to the ground!
"Damn! I am really a Pokémon, right?!”
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