"Tut, tut! You really think we're newborn babies. Dawn may be a nobody, but we're still a proper organization of the underworld. We're ninjas, after all."
Hearing Chiba's words, Number 15 immediately seemed to find an opportunity to mock him. He spoke in an indifferent tone with a faint edge of sarcasm.
"Judging by the movements in the underworld, Konoha's situation doesn't look good. That Orochimaru fellow, Konoha's rogue ninja, started acting up a year ago."
However, Number 14 did not let Number 15 continue his sarcastic remarks. He spoke in a calm, gentle voice.
"Is that so... So you know about it too."
In response, Chiba looked at the two who had sat down beside him. Beneath Dawn's specially made Silver Moon Black Robes, it was impossible to see the expression beneath the hood from any angle. Looking over now, Chiba could only see the black shadows under their hoods. Nothing else was visible.
If not for their exposed hands and the posture of living people, Chiba would almost have felt that there was nothing inside but black shadows—or black mist—that they were merely empty clothes hanging on a rack.
Was this what Kazuha saw when he looked at me while I wore this thing?
This seemed to be the first time Chiba had studied the black robes so closely. After seeing the effects of the Silver Moon Black Robes before him, this thought could not help flashing through his mind.
Still, though he had some thoughts about the effects of the Silver Moon Black Robes, Chiba was not surprised that the two knew about things such as Orochimaru.
After all, no matter how inconspicuous Dawn was, that was only because its members were too unusual and too laid-back. They only sought to survive, keeping a low profile and