Minato furrowed his brows and turned to exchange a look with Kakashi beside him. Both saw the gravity in each other's eyes.
As the most closed-off and mysterious of the Five Great Nations, Kirigakure was also the most deranged of the Five Great Ninja Villages.
If Iwagakure's danger lay in its unbreakable will, and Kumogakure's in its fanatical battle instincts, then Kirigakure was the purest killing machine of them all.
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist had only truly become renowned throughout the ninja world after one brutal massacre after another.
Naturally, those who had come this time could not be the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, who had long since made their names. But killing intent of this level...
"This isn't strength a genin should have!"
Minato muttered.
At that moment, the figures in the distance had already arrived at Konoha's gates.
It was a Kirigakure squad led by Yagura.
The four figures stood silently at Konoha's entrance, their gazes locking onto Kakashi and the others almost immediately.
Whoosh—!
A fierce wind began to rise, stirring up dust from the ground.
The atmosphere in the surrounding area grew tense in an instant. A stifling, oppressive air spread through the air, making it feel as though they were submerged in seawater.
"If I remember correctly, that blond one is a Konoha Jonin. Then... is this white-haired guy our opponent this time?"
Zabuza's gaze fell on Kakashi. Unconcealed killing intent shone from his dead-fish eyes.
"That casual attitude really pisses me off. I wonder what it'll feel like to chop off this guy's head?!"
"The pressure's insane~"
Kisame stood off to the side with his arms crossed, his tone faintly provocative.
The purpose of their mission this time was to crush their peers in the ninja world with absolute