The Kaguya Clan Head spoke again.
Yahiko made no attempt to hide it, answering with a smile, "We're from the Hidden Rain, members of the Akatsuki."
"The Akatsuki?"
Kaguya nodded slightly.
He had vaguely heard of the organization. Over the years, it seemed to have taken in many rogue ninja throughout the Ninja World, steadily expanding its influence and amassing considerable strength.
"Are there only three of you in the Hidden Mist Village?"
He asked another question.
"Of course not. We have others here too."
Yahiko answered.
"I see."
The Kaguya Clan Head grew thoughtful.
Just then, several people passed before them, escorting a figure around ten years old. The chains on his ankles clattered as he walked.
Yahiko paused and couldn't help looking at him.
The boy wore the clothing of the Kaguya clan. His steps were slow, his face fair and handsome. His eyes were vacant, yet his irises were pitch-black. He remained silent as he soon passed before them.
"Who is he?"
Shisui couldn't help asking.
As the words left his mouth, the boy's shackled feet suddenly stopped. His dull eyes slowly turned toward the three of them.
In that instant, an inexplicably chilling presence swept over them.
Shisui's expression shifted slightly. His right hand instinctively pressed against the short blade at his waist, a wary gleam flashing through his eyes.
A moment later, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The boy had already turned away again and continued walking.
"He is Kimimaro!"
The Kaguya Clan Head spoke gravely.
"Kimimaro."
Yahiko repeated the name.
The instant the boy had looked back, even Yahiko had sensed an inexplicable danger, making his body tense involuntarily.
"He is a savage beast. That's why he needs to be restrained with shackles!"
The Kaguya Clan Head explained.
Yahiko and the others were