The Third Mizukage's face suddenly turned cold. According to the person who had gone looking for Terumi Mei, the one who had saved her had not acted according to that person's account.
With the overall situation already arranged, no one in Buddha Root Village should have been able to save her.
"Is that so...?!"
After some thought, the Third Mizukage's heart suddenly trembled. He then asked the Anbu, "What information did you find?"
"Other than the corroded ground, there seemed to be no signs of a fight. The opponent acted swiftly and ruthlessly. He was definitely a master!" the Anbu said.
"Was it him?" the Third Mizukage murmured sincerely.
"Fine, I understand." He waved his hand, and the Anbu vanished from before him.
After the Anbu left and he returned to his seat, the Third Mizukage was not angry. Instead, he smiled, his eyes seemingly carrying a hint of mockery.
"Ha ha, Uchihara, even you can misjudge..."
In the dark underground, the ground wriggled like ripples.
A gigantic pitcher plant emerged from the earth and slowly opened, revealing a white figure.
"Is that boy dead?" In the darkness, an old man's voice sounded as weak as if he were on the verge of death.
Only when speaking of someone's life and death did he seem to hold the power of life and death itself, his tone becoming calmer.
"No..." the white figure said.
Unexpectedly, the old man in the darkness suddenly opened his only remaining eye. Within the scarlet iris, three black tomoe spun at the fastest speed.
"What?!"
He was no longer as composed as before. His voice trembled.
"Namikaze Mirai never infiltrated the Mizukage Building. I merely looked around the Mizukage Building and did not even find him," the white figure said again.
"He never showed up?"