"What's wrong?" one of the ninjas who was fairly close to him asked with a frown. "Did you notice something?"
But the man merely shook his head lightly. "No. Maybe I'm just being paranoid."
At that moment, Mirai's voice rang out again. "Actually, I have to tell you something. The moment I realized something was wrong, I sent word to the clan. It's been nearly ten hours since the mission began, but I think Uchiha Clan ninjas should arrive within five or six hours, right?"
A trace of disdain crossed the faces of the Root ninjas. No matter how powerful Mirai was, did he really think he could take on more than thirty Jonin? In their eyes, if Mirai kept fleeing, he might indeed cause them some trouble. But now that he was hiding in this village, it was essentially a dead end.
If he showed himself, they would definitely spot him. At such a distance, a genius barely over ten years old was nothing more than a flying chicken. And if he kept hiding in the village, once they turned the place upside down and found him, he would still be dead.
Bafeng Riyue's voice sounded then. "Do you really think you can hide here for a few hours, or use the terrain to play guerrilla warfare with us? Your strength may have reached Jonin level, but talent alone won't feed you."
"It doesn't matter. Time is on my side, after all. The faster time passes, the worse things get for you. Don't forget—if the mission unit catches up, things will get ugly. Do you want to have a shootout with the mission unit? And if it really comes to that, are you sure you'll still be able to catch me?" Mirai's voice sounded remarkably relaxed. Of course, it