Psychological Warfare!

That old Kumogakure shinobi was harder to deal with than imagined!

Looking at the blast crater roughly two or three meters across, Chiba slowly narrowed his eyes, his pupils drawing in from the corners.

When we saw what was at the bottom of the crater just now, no matter how restrained we were, we still revealed an opening—our attention was drawn to whatever was down there. But he did not attack. That opportunity just now had looked like the perfect chance for any shinobi to eliminate one of us.

And it was an opportunity to kill someone and still retreat unscathed... If handled properly, taking out two or even three of us would not have been impossible.

But he had not attacked.

He had left something like this at the site of the explosion, yet he still had not attacked...

Chiba slowly put away the Exploding Tag Kunai in his left hand, then tucked the sealing scroll that had slid from his right sleeve back inside. A complicated light flickered in his eyes.

"Yukina, can you still use the Byakugan?"

He suddenly asked.

"Give me some time."

Hearing Chiba's words, Yukina shifted her gaze slightly away from the bottom of the crater and replied.

"Damn it!"

At that moment, Hirohiko seemed to realize something. He abruptly looked behind them, only to find it completely empty. The old Kumogakure shinobi was nowhere to be seen, nor were the other two Kumogakure shinobi. There was only a rather trampled patch of grass.

"It's fine. Let them run!"

But at that very moment, Chiba's voice came. He did not even look behind him, clearly having anticipated this situation. "Remember what I said earlier? No matter what the other two Kumogakure shinobi do, we cannot let it distract us. The one thing we must