Persistence

The horse-shaped figure rapidly charged and leaped through the forest before gradually coming to a stop.

He had lost track of the target. His opponent was moving rapidly underground, making it difficult to lock down his whereabouts in the first place. On top of that, the opponent had deliberately lured him away from the battlefield, so White Fang stopped pursuing him.

This was not the time to get entangled with a single opponent. Taking out more cannon fodder was the more worthwhile trade.

White Fang raised both hooves and stomped them down heavily. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he looked toward the forest.

"So it was a trap like this."

Two ninjas walked side by side out of the forest.

One was a burly, ugly man with his face covered by a mask, while the other was a delicately dressed, refined-looking, and frail man.

"What a strange combination."

Far behind White Fang, White Zetsu rose from underground and said, "I'm really sorry. You're just too strong, so I had no choice but to find some helpers."

"It doesn't matter," White Fang said. "It's all the same no matter how many of you come."

It was not an exaggeration. White Fang, who was accustomed to fighting alone, often encountered similar situations.

This was precisely where White Fang's gentleness lay. After assessing the danger of a mission, he would deliberately send his teammates away and complete it alone.

"Konoha's White Fang. The underground Gold Exchange has a bounty on you, and it's no lower than the Hokage's." As the man spoke, he undid his outer garment, revealing a sturdy, muscular body. He also wore the forehead protector of a Missing-nin from Waterfall Hidden. With a series of hand seals, grotesque bulges rose from his back, and four masked