With a kick from Yagura, the puppet rolled over and began to screech.
Mirai wanted to stop him from moving, but the words had barely reached his lips when it was already too late. The puppet clicked as its mouth snapped open, spewing out an enormous cloud of purple gas that spread with incredible speed, swiftly covering a radius of ten meters!
"Flying Thunder God Technique!"
"Fin..."
Fortunately, Minato was right beside them and took them away. Otherwise, even the Roda Sage would not have been able to escape the purple gas.
Mirai said, "That's poison gas..."
Yagura asked, "How do you know?"
Mirai was so irritated that he did not know what to say. He snorted, then laughed. "Hmph. Tell me, Lord Yagura—an enemy-made puppet releases that much mist in an instant. If it isn't poisonous gas, is it some kind of immortal mist?"
Mirai's words made Yagura blush, but upon thinking it over carefully, he realized Mirai was right. Other than poison gas, what else could the enemy have set up? Sigh, how stupid of me...
Yagura knew he could not catch the culprit, but he was worried that the enemy might return and harm him. The Land of Water had only just undergone a change, and there were still many matters that needed handling. There were bound to be few guards around him, and it would be even harder to find capable experts. What if Mirai and his disciple could stay in the Land of Water for a while, until the security arrangements were properly put in place?
Yagura smiled at Mirai and his disciple. "The two of you have truly helped me a great deal. I really don't know how to repay you. How about this? Why don't you and your disciple stay here for a