Kill! Kill! Kill!
Over the past half month, a suddenly emerged brat had given Kirigakure an unbearable headache.
Kimura was merely a child who had graduated from Konoha Ninja Academy a little over a month ago. He should have been terrified on the battlefield. Yet in just fifteen days, he had killed thirty-five Blood Mist ninja! Most of those kills had come from nighttime ambushes on squads of six, but on the seventh day, he had even ambushed two squads alone in broad daylight, killing six people and leaving the remaining two with their lives in his hands!
Although he had indeed been injured in that first battle and did not reappear until five days later, his performance had left Kirigakure astonished, wary, and even panicked.
In terms of strength alone, this eleven-year-old might not have been especially remarkable, but his rate of growth was simply terrifying—just over a month ago, he had been a fresh graduate, yet now he possessed strength comparable to a Chunin, while his killing power had already reached a rather high level among Chunin! At this rate, what would he become in another month? A Jonin? A Kage?
Thinking of this, Kirigakure could not help but worry. Yet there was no use worrying any further. Kimura's unexpected interference had sharply reduced the manpower Kirigakure could spare to search for Chi Jingyou. Considering his threat, the Mist had no choice but to contract its perimeter again. This suited Kimura perfectly—his goal had been to contain Kirigakure and help Chi Jingyou escape the crisis. Now that he had achieved that, why continue?
For half a month, there had been no further news of Konoha's White Fang and his group from within Kirigakure. Kimura was far calmer than the Mist ninja. Although Kirigakure was still somewhat concerned, Kimura