Kirigakure.
Amid the vast white mist, a calm-faced boy walked quietly along the road.
Gray hair, red eyes, and the scar on his cheek left no doubt as to his identity. It was Yagura, who had appeared earlier in the Mizukage's Office.
The surroundings were silent, save for the steady echo of his footsteps.
Just then, he abruptly stopped.
His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes glanced toward a shadowy corner behind him. In a low voice, he said,
"Juzo, what are you following me for?"
The dense mist behind him slowly parted, and a tall, black-haired man stepped out of the shadows.
A cross-shaped scar marked his face, giving him a fierce, menacing appearance.
But he showed no hostility toward Yagura. He merely chuckled, then said in a hoarse voice,
"You noticed me, Yagura. Your senses are as sharp as ever..."
Yagura remained expressionless. He crossed his arms over his chest, gave him a brief glance, and said gravely,
"You still haven't explained why you're here. If Lord Mizukage finds out about what you're doing, he might draw some unpleasant conclusions. If that happens, even I could get dragged into it."
He gave him a cool glance and said,
"So, what do you want?"
At Yagura's indifferent words, Biwa Juzo narrowed his eyes. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he said in a low voice,
"Even after everything that's happened to you, you're still speaking up for that man?"
Yagura's face was cold, and he said nothing.
Biwa Juzo fixed his gaze on him and continued,
"After being forced to become the Three-Tails' Jinchuriki, don't you feel even a little resentment?"
"If I remember correctly, you were investigating certain things in the village before all this happened. Could your becoming a Jinchuriki have something to do with