"Who's next?"
Aramaki's seemingly playful yet cold, merciless gaze sent a chill through everyone it swept over.
Everyone present was at least Jonin-level.
They were also Hidden Mist Village shinobi, the only ones among the Five Great Shinobi Villages whose average quality could rival Konoha's.
Even the Sand Village, which likewise prided itself on 'elite training,' fell slightly short in this regard.
Thus, they could clearly sense the majestic aura surging from Aramaki.
The gathering of that aura even caused some with stronger spiritual power
to vaguely see the phantom of a dark green bull with crimson eyes appear above and behind Aramaki.
"Hmph, Biwa Jūzō, that piece of trash, was indeed the weakest among us. But things won't be so easy from here on out!"
As the highest-ranking member of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist,
Suikazan Fuguki immediately stepped forward, glaring furiously at Aramaki as he shouted.
This snapped many Hidden Mist shinobi out of the stupor caused by Aramaki's aura.
"Remember, our objective isn't to defeat him, but to keep him here!"
As he spoke, Suikazan Fuguki's long orange hair
suddenly hardened into countless senbon needles.
Like a torrential shower of pear blossoms, they shot toward Aramaki amid a shrill barrage of piercing sounds.
"Hm?"
Aramaki looked surprised by the sight.
It was far too familiar.
Then he grinned. "I can do that move too. Let's compare~~"
The next moment,
Aramaki's curly black hair suddenly trembled, firing out streaks of black afterimages.
In an instant,
as the orange and black strands collided between the two men, sharp clanging sounds rang out.
"What?!"
Suikazan Fuguki stared in shock as the black shadows easily knocked aside the hair he had launched and came rushing toward him.
But with his strength, he could use the Body Flicker Technique to