"Think someone as sneaky as you is enough?"
Raikage A's voice exploded through the conference room like a thunderclap.
He had already entered a battle stance. Lightning Release chakra kept spilling from his body, blue arcs of electricity dancing over his skin with a sizzling crackle as his eyes locked firmly on the masked man standing in the center of the conference table.
"Darui!" the Raikage growled.
The moment the words left his mouth, a figure shot out.
Darui's right hand gripped the hilt of the Ninja Blade on his back, and the motion of drawing it from its sheath was so fast it blurred into an afterimage.
The blade carved a bright silver arc through the air, its length wrapped in crackling Lightning Release arcs.
"Lightning Release: Black Blade!"
Darui shouted low, and the Lightning Release on the blade instantly swelled, turning into a twisted black phantom.
The strike was too fast.
From drawing the blade to slashing, the entire process was quick as lightning!
Most of the people in the conference room only saw a streak of black lightning flash by. The air was ionized into a scorched smell, and the documents on the table were swept up by the fierce wind, papers scattering everywhere.
Mei Terumi's pupils contracted slightly.
Ōnoki's floating body drifted half a meter backward.
Danzo's single eye fixed hard on the path of the blade-light.
Then they saw it.
Darui's Ninja Blade—that sharp edge wrapped in black Lightning Release, powerful enough to cut through steel—passed through the masked man's body the instant it touched him?!
The blade was like it had sliced through empty air. There was no resistance at all, no sound of flesh being cut, no explosive crack of clashing chakra.
The Ninja Blade cut in from the masked man's left shoulder