But just as Mingye confidently opened his mouth to mock Uzumaki Mito and Senju Tobirama, a ninja dressed entirely in black appeared in front of him, carrying a head Mingye found extremely familiar.
"Uchiha Gu!"
Shock. True, utter surprise. Mingye had never imagined that his capable subordinate in the Anbu would die at the hands of a ninja he had never seen before. Gu's strength had also been outstanding. At the very least, Mingye believed that even if Madara wanted to kill Gu, he would need at least fifty moves to do it, assuming Gu had no intention of fleeing. If Gu wanted to run, then even Mingye himself, or Senju Tobirama, who was proficient in space-time ninjutsu, would not be able to kill him in a short time. But now he was dead, dead without the slightest warning. Mingye knew all too well that the enemy's strength had not even given Gu time to send a distress signal. His most prized subordinate, a subordinate who had yet to shine on a true battlefield, had died in such obscurity.
"Who are you?"
The man in black did not answer Mingye's ice-cold question. He tossed Uchiha Gu's head in front of Mingye, then turned to look at Senju Tobirama.
"My mission is complete. I'll take my leave."
"Don't think you can leave!"
Furious, Mingye saw only the figure of the black-clad ninja. But just as Mingye flashed behind him, his head instinctively leaned back in the face of danger. The Sword of the Thunder God sliced past Mingye's cheek, and the arcs of lightning even burned his nose. If Mingye had not teleported away again to dodge, the Sword of the Thunder God would at least have sheared off the bridge of his nose.
Tobirama held his blade horizontally, blocking Mingye's