After all, everything had happened far too suddenly.
From the Third Mizukage being sent flying to the two Anbu squad captains being killed and the Uzumaki Clan hostages being rescued, the entire sequence had taken no more than three seconds.
It was like a script prepared in advance, except this was the script the attacker had laid out before striking, not the one the Kirigakure Ninja had written.
From the first kunai cutting through the air, to the two Anbu squad captains having the backs of their heads pierced, to the hostages vanishing on the spot, the whole sequence flowed seamlessly, leaving the Hidden Mist side no room to resist or rewrite the script.
"Wh-what was that?"
"Damn it, I didn't see him move!"
The Kirigakure Ninja were starting to lose their composure. It was too fast. By the time they called out a warning, two Anbu squad captains who ranked among the elite even among Jonin had been wiped out like mere small fry.
It wasn't that they had never seen experts fight or witnessed gruesome deaths, but the almost incomprehensible speed and methods before them went beyond their understanding.
"That was..."
Climbing out from underwater, the Third Mizukage had vaguely made out the attacker's movements while submerged and seemed to realize just what technique had produced those unusual movements and speed.
The Third Mizukage knitted his brows tightly, a trace of profound wariness flashing deep within his eyes.
That elusive movement that left not the slightest trace, along with an attacking rhythm that gave opponents almost no chance to react, brought a certain white-haired figure to mind-a man who could be called a cancer on the Ninja World.
"Lord Mizukage, let me treat your arm!"
The Medical Ninja rushing over noticed the unnatural bend in the Third Mizukage's