Time passed second by second, and even the air seemed to have frozen solid.
Zabuza stared at the expressionless Yu, his heartbeat steadily accelerating. He knew that choosing the wrong answer at a time like this could cost him his life.
As the "masterpiece" of the Bloody Mist, Zabuza deeply understood just how depraved and beyond saving his village was. That was why he had decided to assassinate the Fourth Mizukage and incite change in hopes of transforming Kirigakure. In the end, he failed. After escaping Kirigakure, he had continually hidden from place to place, and now he had even accepted employment from someone like Gato.
Zabuza treasured his life, just as he had chosen "life" earlier. He had a dream in his heart—"change the Bloody Mist." Before he fulfilled that dream, he could not die. He had to seize every opportunity to survive.
So Zabuza's choice was—"I disagree."
Zabuza shook his head at Yu.
He was unwilling to become anyone's lackey again, because that would make him no different from how he had been in the Bloody Mist.
"Your answer disappoints me greatly."
Yu spoke coldly. Then he raised his hand, and the Chakra metal powder once again condensed into a blue longsword.
But just as he was about to swing it, several senbon shot over from afar. Their target was not him, but Zabuza, who was sitting beneath the tree.
The senbon pierced Zabuza's neck at an extremely precise angle. It looked like a fatal wound.
Zabuza's eyes widened before he lost consciousness. Under Yu's perception, Zabuza's vital signs had ceased. In other words, Zabuza was dead.
Yet Yu did not attend to Zabuza immediately. Instead, he turned to look at a tree on the right, where a masked ninja stood.
The ninja was naturally watching Yu as