"...This is a trial, and also a hunt. That is true for me, and equally true for all of you."
The next day, noon.
Kula had not suffered any attacks on the first day, but he could sense that the nine people were lurking around him. They might have been disguised, or perhaps they had mastered Zetsu to its highest level. He could neither see nor find them, yet he could vaguely sense them.
They... were afraid. What they feared was not him, but the teacher behind him.
Yet the three-day limit left those nine with no way to escape. They could only make their move, and starting today, there would be probing attacks, cooperation, and efforts to create the assassination environment most suited to their strengths...
Back when Kula had been searching for enemies to fight the Phantom Troupe, he had spent quite some time in this world's underbelly. He knew very well what they would do.
But after testing his current strength yesterday, he had no intention of simply waiting for the enemy to attack.
He wanted to...
Screen them!
Standing atop the island's tallest building, Kula tried to mobilize the blood and vitality throughout his body as his teacher did. With the control of Nen, he used the power and command of his own body to project his voice...
He successfully spread his voice evenly, without it weakening, across roughly one-tenth of the island. It was certainly nowhere near his teacher's level, but it was already astonishing. Moreover, he knew that those nine people would definitely hear him, because they were nearby.
"I have no intention of letting all of you live. As someone who has once entered the underbelly, I am familiar with the aura on you. It is the smell of the inhuman. My teacher