"Is the old man not dead?!"
With that thought in mind, Mirai crouched in front of An Chen and carefully examined his face—his stiff skin, wide-open eyes, bloodshot gaze, and pupils fixed motionlessly on him.
Mirai wondered how An Chen could have died with such lingering resentment, then thought of the monster he had encountered earlier.
Had that monster killed the old man? Why kill him? There was no reason for it!
Filled with doubts, Mirai slowly reached out and held his hand beneath An Chen's nose, wanting to confirm whether he was truly dead.
"What are you doing?"
Before Mirai could extend his hand, An Chen suddenly opened his mouth.
"Stop!"
Mirai's stern expression immediately collapsed. He withdrew his hand and sat cross-legged on the floor like An Chen, saying speechlessly, "I thought I'd stumbled upon some kind of murder. I wanted to show off my detective skills. Who knew you weren't dead!"
"Yeah, I'm not dead. Are you that disappointed?" An Chen was equally speechless.
"Enough talk. Teach me some swordsmanship. I still have work to do later."
Worried that he would miss dinner with Elsa Ziling, Mirai followed after him and said, "Don't teach me too much. Just teach me a couple of moves. I'll ask about the rest later."
"Mm, fine."
Since An Chen had lost to Mirai and promised to teach him fencing, he naturally had to follow through.
In the Hokage's world, in a forest not far above the ground, Kakashi and his team were confronting the masked man who had captured Rock Lee.
Kakashi stood shoulder to shoulder with Sakura and Sasuke, frowning at the masked man holding Rock Lee by the neck.
Even Kakashi, with all his experience, was somewhat at a loss in this emergency. Meanwhile, the other side looked