Why was my blood black?
A moment of confusion flashed through Kakuzu's eyes, but he quickly realized what had happened.
No, the blade was poisoned!
He looked in disbelief at the boy standing before him with a sword in hand. The boy was staring at him with an almost-smiling expression.
"Oh? It seems the gap between us has narrowed."
"You... you're despicable!" Kakuzu snarled furiously.
Kakuzu considered himself a genius of the Hidden Waterfall Village. He had experienced countless battles, faced innumerable enemies, and seen all kinds of techniques.
But this was the first time he had encountered someone who smeared poison on a blade!
Even the Puppeteers of the Sand Village, widely acknowledged as masters of poison in the Shinobi World, were not this vile!
Normally, Puppeteers used poison needles or poison mist—things that made it obvious to the opponent that poison was involved, allowing them to stay on guard.
When fighting a Puppeteer, shinobi would instinctively take precautions.
Who could have imagined that this dignified-looking youth would use such a shameless attack?
That coldly gleaming Tachi had actually been coated in poison!
Especially since this boy was from the Uchiha Clan!
Weren't the Uchiha famous for their pride?
Shouldn't they have disdained using such methods?
"Despicable?" Renye sneered. "What do you think being a shinobi is? Some noble profession?"
In Renye's eyes, shinobi were a treacherous and cunning profession. Completing the mission and surviving came first.
To defeat a shinobi stronger than oneself, one could only resort to underhanded and deceitful methods.
If sneak attacks, poison, and other dirty tricks could kill an opponent,
why fight openly and honestly?
He was not as powerful as Hashirama Senju, fearless in the face of anything.
Besides, no matter how strong someone was, there was always the risk of death.
Even