Killing seventeen Chunin and two Jonin in one fell swoop would earn a solid S-rank rating, even by the strictest mission standards.
After resting briefly and recovering some stamina and chakra, the three set off to find Shuomo.
Shuomo was some distance away, and after fleeing for his life, he had covered quite a bit of ground.
"Shuomo-sensei should be all right, shouldn't he?"
Yan was worried about Shuomo. He had been good to them, and she didn't want him to die.
"Don't worry. Shuomo-sensei is a Ninja known as the White Fang. Four Jonin are nothing to him. He could even get away if the Kazekage himself came after him."
Yayoi wasn't worried about Shuomo's safety in the slightest.
After all, Shuomo was a bona fide Kage Level Ninja now. The Half-Sleeve Hokage wasn't famous for nothing.
A figure feared as a legend in Sunagakure, one of the Five Great Nations, wasn't going to die at the hands of a few Jonin. Give me a break. Even four elite Jonin wouldn't be enough.
Just then, a rustling came from the bushes.
A silver-white flash streaked by, and Shuomo suddenly appeared before the three of them from the shadows. Blood dripped from his waist, and two heads wearing Sunagakure forehead protectors hung there.
"Thank goodness you're all right."
Seeing that Yayoi and the others were still alive, Shuomo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Noticing the three staring at the two heads, Shuomo explained.
"I'd just killed those four Jonin when two Jonin from Sunagakure appeared out of nowhere and blocked my way.
It took some effort, but I killed them both. When I heard the commotion, I hurried over right away."
"I see."
After hearing Shuomo's account, Yayoi felt a fresh wave of fear.
There had been an elite