After dealing such a vicious blow to a woman's head, he remained calm, as though he had merely done something insignificant. The two Kirigakure ninja before him could not help trembling slightly.
He was still only an eleven-year-old boy, yet he was so ruthless and decisive toward his enemies. Could he truly be another Hatake Sakumo, already grown?
Yet their fear only strengthened their resolve to fight. It was two against one now—the enemy was weak, and they were strong. A little bloody scene could not frighten these two battle-hardened men. Killing him in the cradle was better than anything.
Though their bodies were somewhat tense, their eyes grew increasingly resolute. Mirai could not help admiring them. From the conversation between the four earlier, he had roughly gauged their temperament and strength. Now, it seemed that they were indeed formidable. These two calm Kirigakure ninja were the hardest to deal with.
"Come on!" The two sides faced each other. The atmosphere should have been grave, yet Mirai suddenly bared his teeth in a brilliant smile.
Under the sunlight, his white teeth gleamed. With that naturally bright smile, he looked like nothing more than an ordinary carefree teenager. But in the current setting, the two Kirigakure ninja felt only icy flames licking at them.
Clearly, the two sides were in vastly different states of mind. The Kirigakure ninja were extremely tense, watching every movement their opponent made—this was the most common state in battle. Mirai, however, seemed not to take them seriously at all. He even appeared somewhat excited.
If this continued, the Kirigakure ninja would absolutely be unable to endure it. One side was at ease while the other remained on guard; the latter was bound to suffer. Their tense state could not be maintained forever, and the moment they