Sasuke frowned, his expression darkening. "What do you mean by that?"
Kimimaro slowly raised an arm. A pristine, sharp bone blade extended from his palm and pointed at Sasuke across from him. "Because I'm going to kill you with my own hands!"
Sasuke was taken aback at first, then laughed. "Heh, looks like you haven't forgotten our 'three-year pact' either!"
"Three-year pact?!"
The confusion in Kimimaro's eyes vanished in an instant. He made no effort to deny it.
With one hand on his hip, Sasuke sneered coldly. "Since we've run into each other, I'll deal with you first. Soon enough, you'll be just like those Oto ninja on the ground and experience the true strength of the Uchiha Clan!"
Kimimaro remained expressionless. "I'm different from them."
"Different..." After a pause, Sasuke grinned. "Under these Sharingan of mine, there's no difference between any of you!"
Kimimaro looked at the scarlet Three Tomoe Sharingan in Sasuke's eye sockets. So this is the Sharingan Orochimaru-sama has always wanted...
During his clash with Sasuke years ago, Kimimaro had not felt the Sharingan's power. That was why he had never understood Orochimaru's obsession with it.
Naruto stepped forward and said to Sasuke, "Sasuke, I've got a bad feeling about this. This guy really is different from those Oto ninja earlier!"
Sakura hurriedly agreed. "Yeah! We've already obtained the Earth Scroll. There's no need to fight such a troublesome enemy. We should retreat for now!"
Sasuke said coolly, "Why retreat? Isn't it a good thing if we can eliminate a few more opponents along the way?"
As they spoke, they suddenly noticed that their breath had turned into white mist drifting through the air.
Naruto huddled up. "It's so cold!"
Sakura looked utterly confused. "What's going on? Why did the temperature around us suddenly drop so