"Uzumaki Kuming?! You're Uzumaki Kuming?!"
Soft moonlight spilled down, illuminating Uzumaki Kuming's face. Overwhelmed by the terrifying pressure he exuded, Haku collapsed onto the ground. Upon hearing his answer, Haku's eyes widened uncontrollably as he stared at the young man before him in utter disbelief.
"Impossible! Uzumaki Kuming became famous long ago—he can't possibly be someone this young..." Haku loudly denied it in agitation, but before he could finish, he froze.
The young man before him did not match the age of the Uzumaki Kuming he knew. By Haku's understanding, Uzumaki Kuming should have been at least in his thirties by now. Yet this young man's face was full of youthful collagen; judging by his looks alone, he was at most eighteen or nineteen. The age gap was simply too great.
Yet there was something else that could not be explained: the terrifying pressure this man gave off. An ordinary Jonin could not possibly possess such an imposing aura. For a moment, Haku hesitated.
If he really is Uzumaki Kuming... then there truly is no way for me to escape... Haku thought to himself. He then forced down his fear, slowly rose from the ground, and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.
He was currently on the riverbank beside a waterfall. Not far from the falls stood a large residence that appeared inhabited, while behind the waterfall, a mountain loomed indistinctly in the darkness. If he could successfully flee into the mountain, he might have a chance of escaping.
As Haku carefully observed his surroundings, he asked, "Why did you bring me here?"
"I only joined the Anbu recently, so I don't know much about the village's intelligence. And since I just entered the Anbu, I'm not familiar with my colleagues either."
"You won't get anything useful by targeting me."
"What do