Three days later... Mirai had grown somewhat numb from all the killing. At first, the opponents he encountered were little more than rookies. None of them lasted even a minute against him. Even the occasional Jonin was the useless sort, with combat ability not worth mentioning—unable to even drain Mirai's stamina. Mirai estimated that, based on the strength he had displayed so far, he could keep up this guerrilla campaign for a month without any trouble.
However, beginning on the second day, Mirai started running into some troublesome opponents. This was because the favor he had asked Minato to do was to spread the intelligence that Mirai had ventured deep into enemy territory alone.
Minato had informants within Iwagakure as well, so news of Mirai entering deep into Iwagakure territory was quickly leaked out. Once the Iwa ninja learned of it, they erupted. No matter how strong you were, could you possibly be stronger than all of Iwagakure? And yet you dared to pull something like this?
Thus, Mirai was now facing large numbers of elite teams. Over these three days, he had killed a full forty-seven Jonin. The number of Chunin and Genin was likely in the hundreds.
By now, Iwagakure had probably been completely thrown into confusion by Mirai. But Mirai understood that this was merely the calm before the storm. Once Iwagakure began taking him seriously, that was when his real trouble would arrive.
Mirai sat atop a tree for a while to rest, then immediately sensed people approaching nearby.
"Hey, Baitu, how many is that now? Damn it, over a hundred men have fallen to this brat. Looks like he really has some skill." A sinister voice rang out.
"Don't be so gloomy. No matter how strong this Uchiha Mirai is, can he really be a