Qimu Fengtian looked at Mirai for a long time without speaking. Thinking Mirai's anger had not subsided, he hurriedly threw Matsushima Sunny out again, hoping Mirai would calm down.
However, Matsushima Haru, standing behind them, had already gone pale.
At first, Matsushima Shinichi had been shocked to see Qimu Fengtian treating Mirai with such respect. At the same time, an ominous feeling arose in his heart. Moreover, when he heard Qimu Mukedeng call him Mirai, the name had always seemed strangely familiar.
When Mirai looked at her again, she finally remembered the name Mirai!
"Mirai... the Mirai who killed dozens of ninja in the rain, including three jonin? The legend?"
Matsushima Haru's delicate body trembled, and she finally collapsed weakly into the pool of blood, letting it stain her body as she lay there without the slightest strength...
"Yes, which other Mirai could become the strongest in the Land of Grass, making Qimu Fengtian treat him with such respect... Ha... ha..."
Matsushima Haru looked bitterly at the handsome yet very young man, her eyes filled with regret. She truly had not expected this young man to possess such a terrifying identity—one capable of killing a jonin in the Land of Grass and making the Land of Grass treat him with courtesy.
"What will you do... what will you do to me?"
Matsushima Haru was already terrified, but she did not think Mirai would kill her. She was very confident in her appearance.
Even though she had just done something like that, she believed Mirai would not kill her. At most, she would have to serve him in bed.
Thinking of this, Matsushima Haru did not know whether she felt relieved or sorrowful. Relieved that she would not die, sorrowful that she would become someone else's plaything.
"Still, it isn't so