On the outskirts.
Except for Masahiko, who joined the battle with Water Severing Wave, the others basically couldn't intervene.
This kind of battle was simply not something they could participate in after only a week of training; if they were to clash with the opponent in actual combat, the only outcome would be death.
"Is this... the Anbu's way of fighting?"
Sasuke clenched his fists.
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He thought of that man.
Before defecting, that man was an Anbu squad leader, in charge of a small team.
Did he experience battles like this?
If so, what did his current self have to compete with him?
Sasuke took a deep breath and looked gratefully at Masahiko.
At only eight years old, if strictly screened, it would have been impossible for him to participate in today's activity.
Masahiko brought him here—
presumably hoping he could recognize the gap between himself and Itachi and work harder in the future.
Masahiko gazed into the distance and said, "Let's go, I'll take you over to have a look."
He walked forward.
The road was muddy, with murky yellow puddles in some places.
Crossing the mountain pass and climbing up the mountain, a huge pit was particularly eye-catching; the ground at the bottom was completely charred, and the bodies had been blown to pieces, with no intact remains to be found.
Nearby, Kakashi looked at the pit, his right hand trembling slightly.
"Senior, are you alright?"
A gentle voice came from beside his ear.
Kakashi looked up, a trace of confusion in his single eye.
Afterward, he seemed to recover a bit.
"I'm fine."
Kakashi was silent for a moment before saying, "Take them and go have a look."
"Mm."
Masahiko led the group of Ninjas from the training department toward the place where the battle had occurred.
Bodies were laid out there.
Everyone's heart was heavy.
Ibiki Morino heard the sound, stood up, and walked toward Masahiko.
"They were all killed by that Ninja. He should be an important member of the Hidden Mist, but unfortunately, we couldn't capture him."
"That kind of enemy won't be easily caught."
Masahiko lowered his head and turned slightly, giving a look to the people behind him.
The group of "interns" behind him moved forward, looks of disbelief showing through the holes in their masks.
"To maintain secrecy, they will kill their own comrades to prevent the Village's secrets from being obtained by outsiders."
"If you officially become Anbu and become field personnel, there will be similar measures to ensure you don't leak secrets."
Masahiko said.
Behind him, everyone from the Anbu training department couldn't help but fall silent together.
Before this, they didn't understand the work of the Anbu; only after seeing tonight's battle did they gain some understanding.
The Anbu is not a Ninja game.
This is a dark team that can sacrifice everything for the sake of the mission.
They looked at each other, their moods growing even heavier.
At the bottom of the cliff, the water flowed rapidly.
According to Kisame's plan, he would definitely use Water Release as a buffer to allow himself to land safely.
But before he could start moving—
a powerful stream of water caught Kisame Hoshigaki.
Even so, he still felt as if his body were being torn apart, and his whole body was in severe pain.
The next second, Kisame "whooshed" out, but his head was still in a fog, unable to remember what had happened to him.
Gradually, he regained some consciousness.
—
Battle—
Falling?
He looked around and saw a Ninja dressed in a black robe standing quietly at the other end.
"Who are you?"
Kisame stared at the Black-Robed Man.
The Black-Robed Man smiled faintly and said, "I was once a person of the Hidden Mist Village, but now, I have been away from the Hidden Mist Village for many years."
"A Rogue Ninja?"
Kisame's expression turned solemn.
The next moment, he saw a bone needle fly out from the Black-Robed Man's fingertip.
Bones—
"Are you from the Kaguya Clan?"
There are actually survivors of the Kaguya Clan?
Kisame was stunned.
The Black-Robed Man withdrew his power and said, "That surname... I abandoned it long ago."
"You—"
Kisame's thoughts were in disarray, somewhat unable to figure out the Black-Robed Man's intentions.
"Relax."
The Black-Robed Man sighed softly. "Enough people have died under the blood mist, and enough blood of the Kaguya Clan has been shed. A Ninja like you shouldn't die here."
Kisame was silent.
Starting from the Third, the "blood mist" had accompanied the Hidden Mist Village.
Many outsiders mentioned the "Village of the Bloody Mist" with a certain amount of awe, but only those from the blood mist knew what they had paid for it.
He still didn't trust the person in front of him.
But in the next second, the other party said, "Based on my observations, the Fourth Mizukage... might have a problem."
"What do you mean?"
Kisame looked up in confusion.
The Black-Robed Man said, "It's possible that the Mizukage you saw from the beginning was a fake."
"What do you know?"
Kisame clenched his fists.
The Black-Robed Man shook his head slightly and said, "Just some conjectures. Perhaps you will know the answer at the end of this journey."
"Playing mysteries!"
Kisame gripped his blade.
He had seen this kind of routine many times!
"Perhaps."
The Black-Robed Man chuckled low, then turned back and said, "Whether you believe it or not... everything will be proven in the future."
"What are you trying to say?"
In his heart, Kisame was unwilling to believe that the Fourth Mizukage would have a problem, but strangely, the other party hadn't shown any particular intent so far.
If it was just to make him believe—
there seemed to be no need.
Amidst his confusion, he gradually began to believe a little.
The Black-Robed Man turned around and said, "It's nothing, I just feel that if everything is as I think, and if you are willing to assassinate him, then I've gained."
"What if I don't kill him?"
Kisame stared at him.
The Black-Robed Man chuckled. "Then I have a piece of advice. The opponent might be a powerful person capable of controlling others. When you choose to believe him... you get further and further away from the truth."
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After saying that, he looked into the distance.
Suddenly, Kisame jumped up from the raft and slashed at the Black-Robed Man with his sword.
Clang!
Blade and Kunai collided.
Kisame quietly activated his ability to absorb Chakra, only to find that the opponent's Chakra was like a block of ice, impossible for him to absorb at all.
"It seems we can only chat up to here."
The Black-Robed Man said calmly.
Kisame was about to use Taijutsu to subdue him and interrogate him for more information when the opponent suddenly vanished.
He immediately turned sideways to dodge, but was still slashed, a sharp pain coming from his arm.
Kisame turned his head, only to realize that the opponent's strength was incredibly immense; he needed to use all his strength just to block that one strike of the Kunai.
And—
after the collision, the opponent's arms and posture danced rapidly like willow branches, passing by him in an instant.
Blood splattered, and the next second—
Bang!
Kisame was heavily kicked away.
The other party tilted his head, the clearly inanimate fox mask seeming to show a hint of mockery as he lightly flicked the Kunai in his hand.
"Even if you are from the Hoshigaki Clan, competing with me in Taijutsu... where does that confidence come from?"
"My apologies, Mr. Kaguya."
Kisame stood up, clutching his chest. "I forgot your clan is most skilled in Taijutsu. Was that the Dance of the Willow just now?"
"If you don't want to talk, I have no intention of keeping you."
The Black-Robed Man sighed softly. "Let's say our goodbyes here. I hope that after you return to the Hidden Mist Village, even if you don't help the Village lift the blood mist, at least don't become an accomplice."
The next moment, he submerged into the water, and in the blink of an eye, his presence vanished within the currents below.
Kisame was somewhat surprised, and his mood became even more complex afterward.
The opponent's Water Release was also very powerful!
A descendant of the Kaguya Clan—
Who exactly is he?
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