Deep in the forest stood a well-hidden secret cabin.
Zabuza lay in bed, recuperating from his injuries.
No one knew that beneath the blanket, he still gripped a kunai!
Haku attended to him at his side.
Besides the two of them, there were also four uninvited guests.
They were Gato, along with the three expert bodyguards he had hired.
There had originally been only two of them. The other was a handsome black-haired youth.
He had only joined them recently.
During one of Gato's outings, the black-haired youth had helped Gato kill a fairly capable assassin ninja.
He later earned Gato's approval
and was hired for a hefty price.
"Mr. Gato, please leave first!"
"Zabuza is severely injured and needs a few days to recover."
"We'll find a way to complete your mission."
Haku spoke coldly.
The meaning was obvious: he was throwing them out.
A middle-aged man with an afro, tiny black sunglasses, and a bulging belly wore a face full of disdain.
"And you call yourselves assassins? You couldn't even deal with a feeble old man who couldn't hurt a fly."
As Gato spoke, he recklessly walked toward where Zabuza lay.
With the three bodyguards he had hired behind him, why the hell would Gato be afraid?
Especially after witnessing the strength displayed by that black-haired youth.
Gato felt this was in the bag.
Thus, he had no reservations whatsoever.
He strode forward in great steps.
At that moment, the black-haired youth behind him also made a move.
But he did not step forward.
Instead, he quietly retreated several steps.
He stood behind the two burly bodyguards carrying samurai swords.
The atmosphere was taut with tension.
At that moment, no one paid attention
to the inconspicuous black-haired youth.
"Are all the ninjas of the Hidden Mist useless trash?"