Do-Gooder (Continued)

That was fine. Though it seemed like this would make their group of elite jonin lose some face.

After all, letting emotions affect them during a mission was indeed far too rash.

Might Guy's speed, strength, and explosive power were no joke.

Without the slightest hesitation, he charged forward and delivered a direct kick to Matatabi's body.

In an instant, the half-transformed Matatabi, caught off guard due to a lapse in judgment, was sent flying by Might Guy's kick before she could react.

She crashed straight through a huge stretch of walls, sending dust flying everywhere. For a moment, she seemed utterly unmatched.

The other three from Konoha, following close behind, reproached him. "Guy, you were too impulsive this time."

No one replied, because they knew it was only lip service. Perhaps some of them were even thanking him for making a certain decision on their behalf.

Although Might Guy had kicked Matatabi away, the four Konoha shinobi did not lower their guard in the slightest.

They knew that while Guy's kick had certainly been heavy and powerful, at most it could only inflict superficial wounds on a tailed beast.

And they would be the sort of injuries that could heal by the next moment.

To be honest, the conservative faction of the Artisan Ninja Village had not expected Konoha's group to intervene.

Still, some words had to be said. An old man who was clearly the highest-ranking among them stood some distance away, gasping for breath.

Then he said, "Thank you."

But the Konoha group ignored him. Though they had stepped in, some matters were not so easily discussed.

Moreover, by all accounts, the Konoha group were invaders. It would be laughable for invaders to chat and laugh with the original owners.

That kind of situation was wrong—very wrong.