I Hope You Can Arrive a Little Faster

On the battlefield!

Splat!

A spray of bright red blood splashed into the air, followed by the thud of a figure in a red flak jacket collapsing to the ground.

A figure in a green flak jacket appeared behind him—it was Shisui.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At that moment, sharp whistling sounds tore through the air as massive mud pellets ripped through the atmosphere and blasted toward Shisui.

Chakra surged through Shisui's body. Just as the mud pellets were about to strike him, his figure vanished once more.

At the same time, Deidara, whom Kitsuchi had stationed to the side, seemed to sense something. He abruptly turned his head and saw a figure flash past him, only to disappear in an instant. It was Shisui.

Splat!

Thud!

After leaving Deidara's side, Shisui appeared behind another Iwagakure ninja. His silver short blade swept past, and in an instant, the man clutched his throat and fell to the ground.

Like a Shinigami, Shisui darted swiftly through the ranks of Iwagakure ninja. Every time his figure appeared, another Iwagakure ninja fell.

"Has Konoha's Yellow Flash returned?!"

Some Iwagakure ninja who had participated in the Third Shinobi World War found the scene before them strangely familiar. Soon, the man who had brought warmth to Konoha and terror to Iwagakure surfaced in their minds.

The Yellow Flash, Minato Namikaze.

In an instant, Iwagakure's fighting spirit plummeted. Some of them even began to entertain thoughts of giving up resistance.

Kitsuchi noticed this as well, but there was nothing he could do about it. During the Third Shinobi World War, Iwagakure had truly been beaten into fear by the Yellow Flash. Back then, they had been left with no choice but to issue an order allowing shinobi to abandon their missions on sighting the Yellow Flash in order