"This cautious fighting style really doesn't suit the Uchiha name!"
The Second Mizukage swept his gaze around, yet he never found any sign of Itachi. He then stopped what he was doing.
Before determining Itachi's location, blindly unleashing attacks would only waste his chakra.
At this point, the Second Mizukage gradually put away his contempt. He had initially thought that, with his strength, dealing with Itachi would take little effort.
There was something else that surprised the Second Mizukage. The Uchiha Clan had also been renowned in his era, but aside from their strength, the world's impression of them was mostly one of pride—sometimes even arrogance.
Whether during missions or on the battlefield, members of the Uchiha Clan had always been exceptionally high-profile and somewhat domineering in their conduct.
Thus, in the Second Mizukage's view, though the Uchiha Clan was powerful, they would one day pay the price for their actions.
What he had not expected was that now, upon encountering a member of the Uchiha Clan, their style had actually changed.
But he quickly came to terms with it. After all, many years had passed since his death in battle. The Shinobi World had undergone earth-shaking changes, and even Konoha was on the verge of unifying it.
It was perfectly normal for a few members of the Uchiha Clan to change the way they acted.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
Suddenly, just as the Second Mizukage was thinking about the changes in the Shinobi World, several sharp whistles tore through the air. A number of sharp shuriken appeared behind him, ripping through the air as they sped toward his body.
A closer look revealed that each shuriken bore a paper talisman inscribed with black markings: explosive tags.
The moment he sensed the movement behind him, the Second Mizukage reacted. Chakra surged