The other was like a beast in human form. More than two meters tall and knotted with muscle, he radiated a suffocating pressure just by standing there.
Short blond hair stood upright above his rough features, and a wild grin spread across his face. He wore a simple sleeveless leather vest that left his rock-hard arms bare.
Both men had the Phantom Troupe's spider tattoo clearly marked on their right arms.
"As expected of the Hokage's wife's bodyguard. You blocked my Iaido: Draw and Cut. Looks like you really do have some skill."
Nobunaga spoke calmly, his tone betraying neither praise nor disappointment.
"The Phantom Troupe!" Konohamaru's pupils contracted, and he blurted out the dreaded name.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward to stand beside Yor, shielding Hinata behind them. He gripped the Golden Cudgel tight, his expression grave.
Even monsters like these have shown up. Who laid such an elaborate trap to kill us?
"Hahaha! Two against two? Perfect!" Uvogin clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. His lust for battle was almost palpable. "Nobunaga, which one do you want?"
Nobunaga's gaze swept over Yor and Konohamaru before settling on Yor's slender-looking body, which had displayed astonishing strength, and the strange pair of golden daggers in her hands.
"I'll take the woman who blocked my strike. Her technique is interesting."
"Then the kid with the staff is mine!" Uvogin grinned, baring white teeth as he fixed his gaze on Konohamaru. "You look like you can take more punishment than the small fry I dealt with earlier! Don't disappoint me, kid!"
Before he finished speaking, Uvogin's massive body was already in motion. No elaborate technique—just a simple straight punch!
Yet the terrifying power behind it made the air ahead burst under the pressure. The force of the punch tore a path through