Just as they settled into the position advised by Maki there was a chilling, quiet silence.
9 Minutes left.
There was a hardly audible poof above the crew.
Raining down unrelenting was a flurry of 50 kunai coming down from above. The kunai came down quickly, shooting down like hungry metal meteors. The swift moving steel that was spread over a wide effective radius was but a distraction, albeit a completely serious one. Rushing from a treeline was a single man, quick and with a shadowed instrument in his hand. As the kunai rain welcomed the three, tired and worn Genin he took his chance to take advantage of their movements. Reguardless of how they maintained their formation, he brought up that object in his hand, a bright deep red, and swung it in the direction of Maki first.
The weapon spawned out, becoming an arc of liquid.
It maintained it's form to display itself as an ample whip. The whip was swung in the intent to bat at Maki in the middle of her evasion of the kunai. It was precisely executed, meaning to take advantage of the very distraction that had been sent the Genin's way. If Maki was unluckly enough to be hit by the whip she'd be tossed into a nearby tree gruffly. The tree would sizzle the moment she'd come into contact with it, indicating that she had split seconds before it exploded and she was dead. No matter how beat her body was and how tired her mind was she'd have to push forward and build the necessary motivation to keep fighting. If she couldn't then it would all be over.
Despite having swung at Maki, under the cover of the mist, Makoto continued on towards Aki. Aki was a little gifted in the realm of close quarters combat, especially compared to the others. That meant that he was deserving of a good up close and counter spar with his Sensei. It was fortunate that Makoto was swift and, considering the thickness of the mist, Aki may be slightly surprised to find that a quick slash of his Sensei's sword was being swung diagonally across Aki's chest. After Makoto's first swing he'd, spinning on his right foot, would swing another slash for Aki, turning completely at a 360, aiming to cut off Aki's head. Makoto was swift and left hardly any time inbetween his attacks. It'd put a great deal of pressure on Aki. Hopefully Aki had the reflexes to dodge and duck the twin attacks. Likely, due to the fog, however, Aki wouldn't have realized that, the entire time, Makoto's cheeks were puffed out, full of air, and full of a potent chakra. With a heavy forward blow, Makoto would release a heavy torrent of air. Naturally, as the gas slightly stung and smelled of bleach, the two boys would realize that it wasn't simply air that Makoto was blowing at them. It was Chlorine and it'd burn at their eyes, sting their throat, and stab at their sinuses. Makoto blew it out of his mouth with enough force to throw back both Aki and Ren, whom were the closest thanks to Maki's wonderful advice.
Makoto, having fully revealed himself, would be on them soon. He'd take his sword, compromised of his blood entirely, and he'd attack them with attacks that could, and would, chop off their limbs. They'd have to focus and be on their toes more than ever now. This wasn't a game. This was going to be the finality of this training exercise. Hopefully, Maki could pick herself up in time to provide needed support to her twin teammates.