Within the deep, dense fog.
Uchiha Hachidai held his blade with both hands, the three tomoe in his scarlet eyes spinning rapidly.
They had been separated.
Mist ninja darted through the dense fog, their forms blurred and indistinct.
Although the Sharingan could keep up with their speed, it could not see through the thick fog.
At the same time.
The mist ninja's voices continuously echoed from within the fog.
"Heart."
"Liver."
"Spleen."
"Lungs."
"Kidneys."
"Which one do you want to lose first?"
All kinds of voices rang out.
They were trying to stir fear in Hachidai, but he remained completely unmoved. Only the Sharingan in his eyes flickered rapidly.
Trying to locate them.
There were quite a few people hidden within this dense fog.
Faced with this danger.
He should not have been here in the first place.
But because of the confidence Basic Inner Cultivation had given him, he had chosen to stay by Fugaku Uchiha's side.
He had made his choice.
Naturally, he had been prepared.
Whether it was danger or death.
A figure silently appeared behind Hachidai, the kunai in his hand thrusting toward Hachidai's back.
The strike made no sound.
It aimed straight for his heart.
Hachidai suddenly turned his head.
"I understood your little tricks long ago."
The three tomoe in his scarlet Sharingan slowly turned.
The mist ninja who had appeared shrank his pupils. He felt an intense burning sensation spread through his body, and the whole world turned into a sea of flames.
"Genjutsu."
Unfortunately, he had realized it too late.
Hachidai's blade swiftly swept across his neck, marking the end of his life.
"Idiot."
An aged voice came from the fog.
"Don't look into his eyes. The Uchiha Sharingan isn't just for show."
As the voice rang out.
Three figures burst from