Kakashi did not answer.
The killing intent of the three S-rank rogue ninja pressed down at once, and the entire alley seemed gripped by an invisible hand. Even the fine grains of sand by the walls trembled softly beneath the pressure.
An ordinary Jonin might have found his legs going weak just standing there.
But Kakashi merely tightened his grip on his kunai. His right thumb slowly pressed against the end of the handle, while the Three Tomoe in his left eye spun faster.
Over the years, he had killed people in the ANBU, and he had been hunted as well.
Infiltration, assassination, escort duty, interrogation, eliminating rogue ninja—many of Konoha's unsavory missions had once fallen on his shoulders.
Orochimaru's killing intent was cold and sinister, Kakuzu's was heavy, and Sasori's was sharp enough to nearly spiral out of control.
But Kakashi carried blood on him as well.
It was not blood built up by reputation, but the murderous aura he had carved out blade by blade through the black nights of the ANBU.
His shoulders had originally sunk slightly beneath the pressure of the three men, but now he suddenly raised his head, his voice frighteningly steady.
"If you want my eye, come take it yourselves."
The moment the words fell, the chakra within Kakashi erupted.
Blue-white lightning raced from his arm to the kunai. Fine arcs of electricity compressed along the blade, gathering until they no longer burst outward. Instead, they became a layer of lightning forcibly locked in place, clinging tightly to the kunai's surface.
A piercing bird cry suddenly filled the alley.
This was no ordinary Lightning Release.
The lightning did not spread out of control. Instead, it had been compressed to the extreme, its edge condensed into a single line. Even the air around the