After a harmonious farewell to Minato Namikaze and the others, Tamura Hiroshi returned to the Land of Lightning's side, but he quickly concealed his chakra and turned back. Sensing a few targets based on the chakra Black Zetsu had previously procured, he tracked them down.
Little girl, this technique is not something you can practice right now. Your cultivation of Yin Release nature transformation is still not enough—far from enough. If you force yourself to practice it, even if you succeed, your soul won't be able to return to your body, and you'll die.
Gazing at the short-ponytails young girl currently casting a jutsu on a rabbit, Tamura Hiroshi offered a well-intentioned reminder.
"Who are you?"
Kurenai, accompanying her best friend, looked on in confusion. She did not recognize him, yet she felt a sense of familiarity.
"Tamura Hiroshi!"
Katsuyu, on the other hand, experienced a drastic shift in expression, gritting her teeth as she spat out a name.
Although the opponent's appearance had altered somewhat, she would never mistake him. This was undoubtedly the Tamura Hiroshi who had murdered her uncle.
"Kumogakure's Silver Flash!"
Reacting instantly, Kurenai pulled a flare from her ninja tool pouch and hid it behind her back, preparing to release it.
Such a powerhouse was not someone they could handle; launching a signal flare to summon the strong ones from the camp was the optimal choice.
Yet even as the fingers hidden behind her back hooked the flare's pull-string, there was no response whatsoever. The signal flare failed to trigger.
Katsuyu, on the other side, made the exact same choice, yet it proved equally ineffective.
"Useless. Your signal flares have already been destroyed by my chakra threads."
Tamura Hiroshi walked forward with a smile, his fingers extending a chakra thread to destroy the two girls'