Following the signal in the sky that looked like beacon smoke, Araki and the others soon took a boat to the outskirts of the incident site.
It was a stretch of sea where the fog was especially thick.
If the fog in Kirigakure was heavy enough to suppress a person's vision to within one kilometer, then visibility here was probably less than two hundred meters. This was a truly super-dense fog.
Looking at that number alone, you might not think much of it.
After all, it was two hundred meters. Even Bolt would need more than ten seconds to run it! It did not seem all that close.
Then what if I told you that when a person's field of view was unaffected—for example, on a clear day at sea level, the naked eye could see ships ten to twenty-five kilometers away? And the range of vision for someone standing on a mountaintop could expand to as far as three hundred and twenty kilometers.
Of course, you definitely could not see them clearly, but you could at least make out a blurry outline. That was what visibility meant.
Now, looking back at this visibility of two hundred meters, did it suddenly feel especially suffocating?
That was the power of super-dense fog.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As the boat Araki and the others were riding approached, two figures broke through the fog and jumped straight onto the deck.
Araki focused his gaze. Oh, they were old acquaintances!
Wasn't this Zabuza Momochi and Mei Terumi? They had not seen each other for a few days—how had they ended up in such a sorry state?
"What happened?"
Araki asked.
"Lord Mizukage!"
Araki's appearance caught the two of them somewhat off guard, but judging from the expressions on their faces, they were clearly more pleasantly surprised