However, because Mirai was short on money, he could not afford to support a model where every issue in the system needed to be resolved, so he could only quietly save it for later.
With nothing else to do, Mirai still had time before breakfast in the garden. Besides, he had to wait for Anko Mitarashi and Akihito's daughter to put on her plain, colorful clothes. So, if he followed Akihito, Mirai did not mind looking around the garden for any unusual flowers.
Birdsong, the fragrance of flowers, the early morning, and searching for blossoms—it should have been an elegant affair. Yet just as Mirai was looking, a kunai suddenly sliced through the air and flew straight at his back.
Ding~!
Before anyone could see how Mirai moved, a flash of light bloomed around him. The ninja cried out in pain as he was sent flying backward.
"No, run!"
The ninja was terrified. Seeing that Mirai was unharmed, he immediately retreated decisively, preparing to flee.
But... among those who had tried to kill Mirai, very few had ever left his hands alive—especially men.
Snap.
Mirai's figure gradually vanished from where he stood, and the breeze swept away only his afterimage. Then, beyond the garden wall, Mirai's large hand slammed the attacker straight to the ground.
Mirai said coldly, "If you want to kill me, no one gets to slip away from right before my eyes without paying a price."
"Who are you?"
Mirai asked as he tore the mask from the ninja's face. The ninja was a young man with handsome eyes and middling strength.
His level was probably not as easily attained as Mirai's, and he might have been considered somewhat high-ranking among ninja. But Mirai was not merely "somewhat high-ranking," so he easily pinned the other man to