[Kabuto Yakushi stood to one side with a small bag of luggage. His gaze swept the bustling crowd with the precision of a scanner, betraying nothing.]
[His brows drew together almost imperceptibly.]
[Something was wrong. They were all dressed in civilian clothes, but that man's stance, the rhythm of his steps—and those others over there, the wariness in their eyes and the aura they occasionally let slip. A considerable number of ninjas had slipped in among the passengers.]
[And not just one or two. Several carried a faint scent of blood. They were no ordinary guards.]
[What was going on?]
[His instincts as a top spy were sounding the alarm.]
["Miss Yor, please be careful yourself." Kabuto Yakushi withdrew his gaze and looked at Yor, his tone gentle but pointed.]
["I will, Mr. Loid. I'll contact you once I reach Bali."]
[Yor rose and nodded, then turned toward the Kumogakure reception team's gathering point. Her steps were firm, and her figure soon disappeared into the crowd.]
[Kabuto Yakushi watched her go, his sense that something was amiss growing stronger.]
[But Anya was already tugging excitedly at his coat, pointing her little finger at the enormous cruise ship. "Father! A ship! It's huge! Let's get on!"]
[His daughter's urging broke his train of thought. Kabuto Yakushi pushed his doubts aside for the moment and gave her a reassuring smile.]
["All right. Let's board."]
[He took Anya's small hand and followed the crowd toward the gangway, while his professional instincts etched every suspicious face and detail around him into his memory.]
[Meanwhile, Yor met up with Ran Mouri and Takeshi Goda and found that Demiurge had yet to arrive.]
["Yor!" Ran Mouri greeted her with a smile. Conan Edogawa was right beside her.]
[Yor's gaze fell on Conan, and she looked puzzled.