The seemingly weak water whip possessed terrifying hardness and power. It did not directly shatter Special Pain, but merely brushing against Mirai's palm was like a sharp blade slicing open the skin of his hand.
The next moment, the water whip lashed at Mirai again, trying to bind him.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
His feet pushed off the ground, and his entire body shot backward, escaping the water whip's range.
Mirai's expression grew grave as he raised his eyes toward Terumi Sora.
A hint of surprise appeared on the latter's face. He smiled faintly. "As expected of Konoha's genius of recent years. Even in that situation, you managed to evade my whip so quickly..."
As soon as those words were spoken, Mirai's pupils suddenly contracted.
Did Terumi Sora already know their true identities?
His heart abruptly tightened, and he shouted, "Japan was never killed by the Third Mizukage. Everything you did was just to lure me out!?"
"You're very clever..." Terumi Sora did not deny it, but his gaze was icy and filled with murderous intent.
After running through the possibilities, Mirai's emotions fluctuated slightly. Yet following his usual manner, he merely made himself look enraged as he glanced toward Terumi Mei, who was kneeling blankly before her mother's body.
"To draw me out, you sacrificed your own wife and didn't hesitate to use your daughter as bait!" Mirai looked furious.
Mirai lowered his voice. Terumi Mei's small body knelt before her mother's corpse, trembling. Then she suddenly turned to look at Terumi Sora and asked, "Dad, is what he said true?"
Terumi Sora's eyes were clouded as he stared at Mirai before him. "Isn't all of this because of you, child!"
"And if you hadn't been so naughty—if you had listened to me and not run out of the house—your mother