If this had been on the battlefield, no matter how many Mist Ninja came, Shisui could have sent every last one of them to their graves with the short sword in his hand. But the Mist Ninja before him bore the title of envoy from Kirigakure. He knew about the incident two years ago, when an envoy from Kumogakure died at the hands of Hyuga Hiashi, leading to Hizashi Hyuga's death.
He wasn't afraid of dying himself!
But he was afraid that this might stir up more trouble between the village and his clan.
He understood Sōken's personality. He would never put up with being wronged. The problem was that the Hokage kept going on about how the bigger picture had to come first, which left Shisui caught in a bind. Emotionally, of course, he wanted to tear the bastard before him to pieces, but rationally, he could see some merit in putting the bigger picture first...
"Body Flicker... Shisui?"
The Mist Ninja recognized Shisui.
During the Third Shinobi War, Sōken and Shisui had fought on the Eastern Front, earning fearsome reputations atop the corpses of hundreds of Mist Ninja. Their titles, "Camael" and "Shunshin," hadn't forced the Tsuchikage to issue an order allowing people to abandon their missions and retreat at the sight of them, as the Yellow Flash had. Even so, they were enough to make every Mist Ninja stay on high alert and proceed with extreme caution.
The Mist Ninja before them instinctively went on guard.
But when he saw that Shisui wasn't attacking to take his life, he quickly came to his senses. He remembered that he was an envoy from his village this time, which was practically a protective shield. His courage swelled. Besides, he was destined to die in Konoha anyway, so what was