"Captain Takagi, thank you for taking care of me over the past month or so." Shisui found Takagi Shinji's squad and informed them that he would soon be leaving the team.
Even if Shisui had not gone to tell them personally, other ninja would have explained the situation. Still, Shisui felt it was better to say it himself. After all, they were comrades who had fought through life and death together.
"Calling it taking care of you would be too much. We were the ones troubling you," Takagi Shinji said with a smile.
If Shisui had not forcefully slain those three Hidden Mist Village jonin, they would all have died in that trap.
Takagi Shinji had more or less expected Shisui's departure.
On one hand, Shisui had only been temporarily assigned to their team. On the other, Shisui was simply too outstanding.
Age meant nothing in a ninja war. No one would respect you for being older or go easy on you for being younger. Stronger ninja had to shoulder more important responsibilities.
"Take care, everyone. Be extra careful when carrying out missions." Shisui smiled modestly, carefully looked at every face, then bade them farewell.
Only by facing war directly could one truly understand its brutality. During his days on the battlefield, Shisui had fully experienced war's bloodiness.
When people were killed, they died. Whether they were the weakest genin or powerful jonin like Hana Minazuki, anyone could perish in war.
They could still sit together and chat peacefully now, but after a week, a month, or when the war ended, no one could say how many of them would still be alive.
"You too, Shisui. You're stronger than us, but the missions you take will definitely be more dangerous," Kobayashi Kenji reminded him.
"Come hang out with us when