The night was silent, the moon cold.
Standing high above, they let the evening wind whip their clothes with a rustling snap.
Seeing Shin turn and head back into the Hokage residence, Minato was about to move, but Kamado blocked his path.
"Namikaze Minato." Kamado calmly spoke Minato's name.
"Criminal of Konoha, would you kindly submit to execution?"
The surrounding Anbu retreated on their own, clearing a battlefield for the two of them.
Minato's expression turned slightly cold. No one had ever spoken to him with such arrogance. Even though he had been imprisoned for a long time and his strength was no longer at its peak, he was still the Yellow Flash who had once shaken the Shinobi World.
His figure abruptly vanished from where he stood. Moving at extreme speed, he appeared behind Kamado in an instant. A Rasengan rapidly formed in his hand as he smashed it toward Kamado's head.
Bang!
The Rasengan seemed to strike an invisible barrier, stopping only inches away from Kamado. A powerful current of air spread outward from Kamado's body, spinning around him at high speed.
Boom!
Recognizing the secret technique called Eight Trigrams Rotation, Minato was just about to retreat when dense Chakra bullets suddenly burst from the rushing air, like countless heavy punches raining down upon him.
"Rotation Impact!"
After taking only one hit, Minato swiftly twisted and vanished from sight, reappearing atop the roof where he had stood earlier.
He rubbed the spot on his chest that had been struck. Though the man before him was young, his reaction speed was not slow in the slightest—faster, even, than many jonin.
Minato remembered that the other man had always been Hyuga Shin's personal guard, a genius ninja around Kakashi's age. He did not know how strong he was, but as