Elsewhere.
Countless shuriken flew out of the mist.
The blade in Fugaku Uchiha's hand spun rapidly, knocking away the incoming shuriken.
His other hand also threw several shuriken into the fog.
Yet they caused not the slightest disturbance.
The mist was utterly unknown territory.
He could not see the enemy's figures or determine whether his attacks had had any effect.
Letting enemies die in the fear of the unknown.
That was Kirigakure's assassination unit.
Yet Fugaku Uchiha showed not a trace of fear, even though this was his first time encountering such an attack.
As the future clan head of the Uchiha, how could he possibly be afraid?
How could he possibly be weak?
Sensing someone emerge behind him.
Fugaku had already completed his hand seals with one hand.
"Fire Release! Great Fireball Technique!"
He turned and spat out a violent fireball, colliding with the emerging figure. In an instant, the figure turned into a puddle of water and vanished using the Water Clone Technique.
Only the vapor produced by the clash of water and fire further thickened the surrounding fog.
"Clang! Clang!" The sound of fierce weapons colliding rang out.
Fugaku's slash blocked the thrust of two kunai.
One of the mist ninja who had emerged met Fugaku's gaze.
Three tomoe spun within the scarlet Sharingan.
In an instant, the ninja before him gave up all defense. Three shuriken thrown from Fugaku's other hand struck his forehead, throat, and heart, and he collapsed to the ground, clearly beyond saving.
The other mist ninja promptly retreated into the thick fog.
"You're no ordinary ninja."
A woman's voice came from the dense mist.
Her soft, coquettish voice carried a strange allure, like a pair of warm, tender hands caressing the body, soothing one's mind and bringing a hint of pleasure.
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