"Tomorrow, Hatake Sakumo will go with me to destroy the Land of Wind, while the other two will bring Pakura back."
"You're going to the Land of Wind? Are you trying to die?" Black never gave Mirai so much as a disdainful glance. Perhaps Mirai would become powerful in the future, but for now, he was far too weak.
"You don't need to worry about me. Your responsibility is to make her leave." Dong Song's mouth twitched as he spoke displeasedly.
"That won't be difficult." Black had never known what Mirai wanted to do, nor did he care to know.
"Why did you come looking for me?" Dong Song abruptly changed the subject.
"I just want to feel my mother's breath." Black never sniffed, as though Mirai's "body scent" had already entered his nose.
Dong Song felt a terrifying chill, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly. I'm not your mother, you little bastard!!
Black came quietly and left quietly.
The next day, a sandstorm that had raged all night buried most of the rubble.
When Mirai woke up, most of his body was covered in sand. He struggled for quite a while before crawling out.
The other three were in much the same state, with more than half their bodies buried beneath the yellow sand.
"The sandstorm has stopped. Let's split up." Hatake Sakumo tossed Pakura to the dog-faced man.
"What are you doing?" Pakura had already regained consciousness. She had no idea that the information had leaked while she was unconscious yesterday.
"Hmph, little girl, tell the truth!" The dog-faced man slapped Pakura across the face.
Pakura's face flushed red with rage. Her eyes were bloodshot as she gritted her teeth, wishing she could swallow the dog-faced man alive.
"Let's go." Hatake Sakumo glanced at Dong