I Don't Understand

Everyone's eyes focused on the end of the street, where a three-man Kirigakure squad was slowly approaching, their presence cold and murderous.

At the front, Raiga Kurosuki had an unruly head of purple hair and sharp golden eyes fixed ahead. Scars ran along both sides of his mouth, and when he grinned, he revealed a row of fine, pointed teeth, giving him an almost inhuman ferocity.

Tsukimi remembered that many people from Kirigakure had mouths full of pointed teeth. Besides this guy, Kisame Hoshigaki and Hozuki Mangetsu were the same way. No matter how she looked at them, they didn't seem like normal humans.

Come to think of it, did your ancestors in Kirigakure really never have anyone who played Xu Xian?

On his left, Zabuza Momochi's black hair stood on end. His upper body was wrapped in bandages, which even covered the lower half of his face, and a Ninja Blade was strapped to his back. A frightening cold glint seemed to emanate from him.

With another inconspicuous Genin whose presence was steady, the three of them wore expressions as cold as ice. The killing intent surrounding them sent chills through everyone nearby.

The commotion from the fight at the street corner had ultimately drawn over Kirigakure's core squad.

Seeing the three defeated Genin from his own village lying on the ground, a cold killing intent flashed through Zabuza's eyes. His gaze locked onto Obito in the middle of the street. He shifted his foot, preparing to deal with Obito personally.

It wasn't because he cared about the bond between fellow villagers. When he graduated, he had been alone, slaughtering every other graduate from his class. The only thing that had accompanied him along the way was killing. He was angry now simply because Obito had defeated those three