Bang.
When Hanzō learned that, during his absence, large numbers of Rain Ninja on patrol had been slaughtered, he smashed the low table before him with a single punch.
This Konoha team had six highly formidable ninja, and Orochimaru was merely one of them.
As for their exact strength, that was beyond what this underpowered scout could discern.
He had fought Orochimaru before. Just a defeated opponent.
There was also a taijutsu expert in a bodysuit with a center-parted haircut, whom Ishimon had told him about.
Two Sword Art experts, a female ninja with monstrous strength, and a white-haired man with an explosive hairstyle.
Hanzō sank into thought. Taking on all six at once might be more than he could handle.
"Those Konoha vermin."
After a long while, Hanzō cursed viciously, seemingly having formed a plan.
"Shinda."
"Lord Hanzō."
Shinda respectfully approached Hanzō and bowed slightly.
"You..."
Hanzō quietly told Shinda of his arrangements.
"This subordinate will see it done."
With that, Shinda left, while Hanzō remained where he was, deep in thought.
I can't take on six at once, so I'll fight them three at a time.
When Konoha's team was still two days' journey from Amegakure, they gradually began converging.
The decisive battle was drawing near. Hoping to preserve their strength and avoid a direct clash had become a luxury.
Everyone's faces carried some degree of worry. No one knew whether they would end up resting forever in the Land of Rain.
It was easy to speak lightly of death, but far harder to face it.
Kawafune had already rendezvoused with Orochimaru and the others. A small number of Jonin teams were still on their way to join them.
"As long as we keep Ibuse occupied, there is no chance we will lose this battle."
Orochimaru fixed his