No one knew how much time had passed.
When the scar-faced ninja woke from his coma, the searing pain in his wrist twisted his face, but he also saw the four figures standing before him.
"Damn it! You're not Amegakure ninja at all!"
He was fully awake now. Lying on the ground, he raised his head and roared, "I don't care who you are, let me go! The patrol will be here soon!"
He had been bound hand and foot, wrapped so tightly he could only writhe like a worm.
But all his struggling was useless. His voice could not reach outside at all.
Damn it! How long has it been? Why hasn't anyone come to save me?
There had been such a huge commotion back then. So many people at the scene had seen it. Had no one gone to report it and raise the alarm?
"Stop shouting."
Hatake Kakashi picked at his ear, his dead-fish eye fixed on the scar-faced ninja as he "kindly" explained, "We walked right out in the open. The tavern owner even saw us off personally, so no one's coming to save you."
Even Kakashi could not help but smile after saying that, as though he found it absurdly funny. Yamato, who usually looked even more expressionless, wore an odd look as he glanced at the silent Hyuga Yunchuan.
"...What?" The scar-faced ninja went blank and blurted out, "Have those people lost their minds? Instead of informing the patrol, they just watched you take me away?"
Kakashi could not be bothered to explain. He simply asked, "Talk. Tell us everything you know."
"In your dreams!" the scar-faced ninja growled. "I won't betray—"
"Let me handle this."
Before he could finish, Hyuga Yunchuan suddenly stepped forward. Smiling gently, he said, "Don't worry. Just like before,