A flash of cold light streaked from the short blade as its edge drove straight for Shimura Saburo's heart.
Just then, a large hand suddenly clamped down hard on Sen's wrist!
Sen's expression shifted slightly—it was Hatake Sakumo! The man's grip was like an iron vise, making it difficult for him to free his entire right arm.
Sakumo was equally shocked inside. This brat's killing intent was far too swift and decisive!
One second later, and Shimura Saburo's heart would probably have been pierced through.
What surprised him even more was that speed and strength... Could a ten-year-old child really possess them?
"Sen, your teammate is still waiting for the antidote." Sakumo's tone carried unquestionable authority.
Sen fell silent for a few seconds, broke free, and turned toward the medical tent.
Seeing Sen leave, Shimura Saburo, who was wailing on the ground, suddenly cried out hoarsely for help. "Senior Sakumo, I'm from the Shimura clan! Uchiha Sen attacked me in public. According to the village's rules, you should kill him on the spot!"
Sakumo frowned, his eyes full of disgust.
The reason they had not retreated immediately was to save Shimura Saburo, their prisoner.
He knew that children from major clans were often arrogant, but he had not expected this man to disregard even his comrades' lives just to save himself.
Someone like that was nothing but a disaster on the battlefield!
"Get lost!" Hatake Sakumo cursed without giving him any face. "Pick up your severed hand, then get the hell out of here!"
Shimura Saburo stood there dumbfounded. He had not expected Hatake Sakumo to speak up for an Uchiha.
He looked around for help, but all he saw were the contemptuous gazes of the other ninjas.
He could not understand it. He was only trying to save his