"How could this be?" A cold sweat broke out on Bai Shuze's back. He was a veteran powerhouse who had roamed the Ninja World for many years. He considered himself no weaker than some of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist and had fought experts from other villages, yet he had never encountered anything so bizarre.
The soft sounds of fish leaping continuously reached him. The cool breeze off the lake carried the faint fragrance of mist lotuses. Everything told him this was not a genjutsu.
He did not recognize the person before him; he had not even heard of him. Yet he had heard Konan's cry of "Master" loud and clear. The more mysterious something was, the more terrifying it became.
Cold sweat dripped steadily. Seeing that the man in black still had not looked his way, he turned and fled madly once more. This time, he carried the two girls on his back. His hands rapidly formed seals, and the chakra he gathered instantly swept outward.
"Water Style: Water Blade Slash!"
Countless trees before him were immediately severed at their middles. Since you can silently alter the terrain and make me return, then I'll cut down everything in front of me that blocks my view. I refuse to believe I'll still return to the same place then.
The wind howled as he shot into the distance at tremendous speed. One Water Style after another flew from his hands, cutting down every tree in his path.
His speed was undoubtedly fast, but the faster he went, the sooner he reached his destination. About half a minute later, his eyes brightened. Mist lotuses swayed upon the shimmering waters, while the black-robed man's long garment fluttered in the wind, natural and harmonious.
Nothing had changed.
"How could this be...?" A