Purple, a tachi, a young face.
"Isn't this Konoha's Anbu commander, Ueno Kei—Kei-kun?" The man with a Byakugan in his right eye sneered. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kirigakure jonin—Ao. Please enlighten me!"
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" As Ao spoke, seven or eight Kirigakure ninja suddenly appeared and surrounded Ueno Kei. Kei swept his eyes over his surroundings. It seemed he really did have some strange affinity with Kirigakure—and, apparently, the people he had killed the most were Kirigakure ninja.
Since he had been discovered, there was no helping it. He would break through head-on!
The corner of Ueno Kei's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bloodthirsty smile—the expression of a hunter eyeing his prey.
Kei's smile made Ao pause slightly. He narrowed his eyes at Kei. So many Kirigakure ninja had him surrounded, including quite a few jonin. What gave Ueno Kei such confidence?
A bad feeling flashed through Ao's heart. He had heard back in the Land of Water that Konoha had produced a monstrous genius, whose talent rivaled that of the Sannin in their youth. His blade technique was said to be a miniature version of White Fang's. After only a few years in the ninja world, he had already earned the title of Konoha's Blood Asura. The reason was simple: this youth had never shown mercy to his enemies.
No matter who they were, he killed them without hesitation. After every battle, he would be drenched in blood. That was how the name Blood Asura had come about. But Ueno Kei's seniority in the ninja world was simply too shallow. Moreover, he truly had no impressive achievements to show for it. Why had the Sannin become famous overnight? Because of their battle against Hanzo.
Why had White Fang become famous? Because his blade had drunk the