After a while, the black-clad ninja returned. However, this time, he gave Mirai no reaction at all. Instead, he fell silent.
At that moment, the black-clad ninja even began to feel some regret.
Whenever he thought of where Sai had died, the black-clad ninja's heart turned cold.
That level of destruction had probably been caused by a single blade. Such power was simply too terrifying to provoke!
After reaching that conclusion, the black-clad ninja stopped paying any attention to Mirai.
After all, Mirai was impressive, but so what? At worst, he could simply avoid provoking him in the future. Mirai could never possibly take the initiative to trouble a covert ninja in the open.
Rock Lee and Murakami both found it rather strange. They had no idea why the imposing and overbearing ninja in black had suddenly fallen silent. Was this the calm before the storm?
Thinking of that possibility, Murakami could not help showing a trace of pride. Yet the pain in his arm filled him with sorrow.
"You cripple, what are you acting so smug about?" Mirai found Murakami's smile and gaze disgusting. Thinking of Murakami's past misdeeds, he directly exposed his scar without giving him any face.
Mirai's words were truly vicious, turning Murakami's face the color of pig liver. Yet he did not dare retort.
Rock Lee wanted to say something from the side, but seeing Mirai's expression, he ultimately held back.
After a while, a bird that had been holding itself back flew over and landed before the black-clad ninja.
The black-clad ninja looked at the information it carried and said directly, "Murakami, return to the village. The rest of you will continue the mission."
After speaking, the black-clad ninja ignored Mirai and the others, took the bird, and ran straight back in Konoha's direction.