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... to relentless aggression. Threads spewed from his arms like a tidal surge, weaving, slicing, stabbing from every possible direction. The grassy field itself seemed to darken under the swarm.
Ren met that storm with minimal movement. Every dodge was precise to the millimeter like a tilt of the head, a step just outside a thread's reach, a pivot that barely cleared Kakuzu's palm. The man's strikes came faster and heavier, yet Ren refused to block outright unless he had no choice.
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