Kirishima Jin stared at Chiya for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
"Interesting."
Chiya stood in the pooled water, Futsu no Mitama hanging diagonally at his side.
After that slash had cleaved through the Great Whirlpool Prison Formation, the entire warehouse yard had been transformed. Half the old walls had collapsed, the roof of the abandoned fish warehouse had been swept away by the waves, and planks, broken blades, and fish spears slowly spun in the water. Several ninjas maintaining the formation knelt in the distance, their faces lowered, blood covering their mouths. They no longer had the strength even to raise their heads.
The black-clad ninjas beside Kirishima Jin had been intimidated as well. They exchanged glances, and no one dared make a rash move.
The fog was thick. Mei Terumi and the others had long vanished from sight, leaving only a few hurried footsteps echoing chaotically in the distance. Soon, even those sounds were scattered by the harbor wind.
Kirishima Jin gritted his teeth and looked at the mysterious man before him. He had originally made thorough preparations tonight.
First, he had lured Mei Terumi and the others here. Then he had arranged the grand formation in advance, with ninjas he had planted among the crowd. He had calculated everything.
As long as Mei Terumi died here, Hidden Mist Village would immediately erupt once the news reached Genji.
But a man in a conical hat had appeared out of nowhere.
Mei Terumi had already fled far away. There was no point in pursuing her now, but this operation had not been entirely fruitless. At the very least, Mei Terumi had exposed the fact that she possessed a Kekkei Genkai.
Kirishima Jin raised a hand.
"Withdraw."
The black-clad ninjas moved swiftly. They hoisted up their injured comrades and supported one