"Ninjutsu..."
Shiro Nami surveyed everyone present and forcibly calmed himself. He formed hand seals, but before he could finish speaking—
Whoosh—
Among the four Tsuchigumo Clan guard ninjas, the previously expressionless ninja suddenly blurred and lunged at Shiro Nami as fast as lightning.
Clack, clack, clack—
The ninja's expression remained cold as he used the Body Flicker Technique, accompanied by a series of crisp collisions of bone.
His right arm rapidly transformed into white bone. Layer upon layer of hard, sharp bone twisted clockwise into a spear, wrapping around his right fist as it stabbed toward Shiro Nami's abdomen.
White light pierced through, its sharp edge unstoppable.
"Gah..."
Shiro Nami's pupils abruptly widened. Unable to dodge, he could only watch as the bone spear pierced his abdomen.
His skin was easily punctured like paper.
"Who... are you?"
Blood seeped from the corners of Shiro Nami's mouth. He tightly clutched the bone spear with both hands and fell to his knees.
He raised his head toward the Tsuchigumo ninja who had suddenly attacked. Agony spread throughout his body as his vitality rapidly ebbed away.
"When addressing an honored lord, you must use respectful language."
The Tsuchigumo ninja spoke indifferently into Shiro Nami's ear.
He raised his left hand and tore off the human-skin mask on his face, revealing two vermilion dots between his brows and the handsome, refined face of a young boy.
Whoosh—
The boy withdrew his bone-transformed right arm and shook the blood from the outer skeleton created by Shikotsumyaku.
The bright red blood painted an elegant arc across the ground.
Shiro Nami's eyes widened. With unwillingness, regret, and terror in them, he collapsed into the pool of blood and swallowed his final breath.
He had never expected that besides the S-Rank Missing-nin in the wooden house, there would