Minato shook his head, his face pale.
"I feel... like my Mental Power was drained dry in an instant. I'm exhausted, and my head hurts. That was really dangerous just now. With needles that dense, anyone hit would definitely die."
"If there's nothing seriously wrong, get back to the fight. Our other comrades are still waiting for us," Hatake Sakumo urged. "They're still fighting hard. We've only dealt with the key figure."
Sen quickly took out two painkillers from his Ninja Tool Pouch and handed them to Minato. After taking them together, he said to Hatake Sakumo, "Let's rest for ten minutes first. We all need to recover some chakra."
Hatake Sakumo thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
A few minutes later, Minato's condition gradually improved.
Seeing that he was no longer in any danger, Sen picked up a piece of gravel, dipped it in Sōga's blood on the ground, and boldly wrote a line of words across the sand.
Looking at the words on the ground, Minato's heart suddenly trembled, and he even forgot some of the pain in his head.
He finally understood why Shimura Saburo had been hunted by the Hidden Mist, and why Shimura Saburo would now be hunted by the Sand ninja as well.
Ten minutes later, Hatake Sakumo opened his eyes. He too saw the line of bloody words beneath the moonlight:
Shimura clan, respectfully presented by Shimura Saburo.
Even Hatake Sakumo, who had killed countless people, froze for a second.
This kid was far too vicious, wasn't he?
He had only cut off one of their arms. Was that still not enough to vent his anger?
If the Sand ninja saw those words, Shimura Saburo would have nowhere to run, whether he fled to the heavens or burrowed into the earth.