"Your injuries don't look light!" Kakashi looked at Chiaotzu and Yajirobe, his heart growing heavy. He was simply no match for these two.
If Chiaotzu's psychic powers worked in tandem with other attackers, their power would increase countless times over.
He looked at the somewhat familiar Uchiha Feng. The pupil in his exposed eye contracted. Is it him?
He recalled Fujiwara Feng waving to him earlier today. Though their temperaments differed, their very bones made it clear that they were the same person.
"Have you figured it out? Yajirobe! Go say hello to him!" Uchiha Feng told Yajirobe to greet Hatake Kakashi, but his gaze remained on Chiaotzu.
Chiaotzu nodded.
He raised both hands, and Hatake Kakashi felt that peculiar psychic power.
"It's not genjutsu?" Unable to move, Hatake Kakashi had already removed his mask, revealing his Sharingan. Its three tomoe spun without pause.
He activated all his abilities, trying to dispel the genjutsu, only to realize that he was not immobilized by an illusion.
Yet the Sharingan was still serving its purpose.
He stared at Yajirobe as he flashed over.
All he saw was that every one of Yajirobe's leaps landed beyond his expectations.
A blade flashed.
The jonin vest on Hatake Kakashi's chest was split in two with a single slash straight down the middle.
Whoosh~
The green vest and the ninja forehead protector slung across the top of his head fell to the ground.
Kakashi's body was released from its restraints, but he still did not move.
Was that a warning? This was the only thought in Hatake Kakashi's mind.
"Looks like you've calmed down. I only came here to tell a few little stories, and you just happen to be the protagonists of those stories. So I won't kill you for now. I'm quite interested in