Was this another graveyard disco dance hall?
Mirai was speechless, but he did not dwell on it. Seeing no chance for a sneak attack, he circled around the group of ninjas and reached the other side of the house.
Mirai leaned against a large tree, activated his Byakugan, then gently closed his eyes, quietly taking in the tranquility of the night and the cool breeze that often flowed through his body.
"There were thirty-four ninjas just now, and I've already killed nineteen. But who were those people? Even Dragon Hidden Village's branch couldn't possibly field such a lineup."
Although Mirai had closed his eyes, his mind could not stop thinking.
"Forget it, forget it, forget it. As for the ninjas I killed, I won't apologize to you, but your ghosts had better not come looking for me."
Mirai yawned and fell asleep right away.
Mirai was truly exhausted.
After Mirai left, the ninjas were still hopping around the burial ground, worried that Mirai would continue attacking and killing them. However, this did not last long. Shirakawa, the elite ninja who had used a secret technique to predict the attacker's movements, determined that the attacker had already left.
By Dayton Time, the ninjas finally let out sighs of relief and stopped their ridiculous antics, though their expressions remained tense.
"Can't you figure out what that person looked like or where he went?"
Another elite ninja leader drew a deep breath. Looking at the several corpses scattered messily around them, the corner of his eye twitched violently.
Aside from the captains, every surviving ninja was furious. The rage in their hearts had already reached the point where it could no longer be restrained.
Moreover, after such a major incident, not only might their mission arrangements change out of fear, but they had