This Takigakure Ninja was none other than Hayakawa Yodo, the Special Jonin of the Sealing Team responsible for presiding over this sealing.
Qian had locked onto him to make sure he interrupted the other party's sealing ritual.
Whoosh~
A cold gleam flashed.
Qian swung his right hand, and a Kunai slid out from his sleeve, gripped in his palm.
Then he slashed toward the other man's neck like lightning.
Qian moved too fast, and too suddenly. Although the Great Elder of Takigakure had just shouted a warning, Hayakawa Yodo's reaction was still half a beat too slow.
He was only a Special Jonin skilled in Sealing Techniques, and was not especially proficient in combat, especially close-quarters fighting.
Thus, Qian's Kunai sliced precisely across his throat.
"Hrk, hrk, hrk..."
An intense sense of suffocation hit him. Hayakawa Yodo staggered back several steps, clutching his neck, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He seemed to find it hard to believe that he was going to die just like this.
And understandably so. As a jonin skilled in sealing, in a small ninja village like Takigakure, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a treasure.
In the past, whenever he went out, when had he not been accompanied by Anbu? He had never needed to worry about his safety at all.
But today...
Hayakawa Yodo looked at the Anbu who had "arrived far too late," then at Qian, whose pupils were filled with indifference, and a trace of regret suddenly arose in his heart.
Perhaps he should not have entrusted his safety entirely to others. If he were given another chance, he would definitely spend part of his time on training.
In the Ninja World, whether it was Sealing Techniques or any other ability, they were ultimately only support. Only when one