"Damn! Was that Hizashi making a move?" In the dense mist, Jiraiya raced across the water's surface, not daring to stop for even a moment.
He darted left and right, sometimes diving beneath the water before quickly surfacing again, trying to evade possible attacks through irregular movements while closing in on where Kisame Hoshigaki and Kakuzu had been.
In mist this thick, only the Hyuga clan's Byakugan could precisely lock onto his position. But before casting Sage Art: Goemon, Jiraiya had glanced at Hizashi Hyuga and seen him two thousand meters away, with no sign of approaching this battlefield.
"And—what exactly was that weapon just now?" Jiraiya clenched his teeth as the instant Sage Fukasaku had been blown apart replayed in his mind.
Sage Fukasaku's upper body had suddenly exploded without any warning, blood and brain matter splattering across Jiraiya's face.
In that instant, he had not sensed the slightest killing intent. Only after Sage Fukasaku died did he detect a faint whistling through the air.
But it had been too fast. Even Jiraiya in Sage Mode had failed to react.
"No killing intent—and what exactly was that weapon?" Jiraiya furrowed his brow, analyzing Sage Fukasaku's death, yet he could not make any sense of it.
From two thousand meters away, could a thrown kunai reach that far?
"Little Jiraiya, what was that thing just now?" Only Sage Shima remained on Jiraiya's shoulder.
Having lost her lifelong partner, Sage Shima was grief-stricken. Her voice trembled uncontrollably, and her body shook faintly.
But she also knew this was not the time for grief. They knew nothing about the enemy, and she had to do everything she could to help Jiraiya maintain Sage Mode and win this battle!
"I don't know either—I'm only guessing it was the kind of Kunai Gun used