Someone said with a trembling voice.
"You've got to be kidding me. So many people... all died at the hands of this brat?!"
Scattered all over the ground were bizarrely killed corpses.
They looked chilling.
As shinobi who had been to the battlefield, they were no strangers to the horrors of war.
Yet the scene before their eyes possessed a truly overwhelming impact.
A half-grown boy had single-handedly slaughtered nearly sixty people.
He sat nonchalantly atop the corpses, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.
...What kind of demeanor was this?
Someone could not help but ask aloud.
"Who are you?"
Obito half-closed his eyes.
While racing against the clock to recover his Chakra.
He said with deliberate casualness.
"I am Ham Leg Obito, the peerless number one among Konoha's generation, a being who suppresses countless proud talents."
"My teacher, I believe you have all heard of him."
"He is the fastest man in the world, the renowned Yellow Flash of the Shinobi World!"
"Hiss—"
Sounds of people sucking in cold breath rose among the Iwagakure Ninja.
One after another, just like a deflating tire.
Someone said thoughtfully.
"So he is a disciple of the Yellow Flash. No wonder he has such strength at such a young age."
Iwa Ninja A said timidly.
"Didn't they say we could abandon the mission if we encountered the Yellow Flash? Then what if we encounter his apprentice..."
Iwa Ninja B, who stood beside him, spat and said with disdain.
"Bah, to be scared out of your wits by a brat. I am ashamed to be in the same profession as you."
Iwa Ninja A felt a sense of shame and lowered his head.
Yet at that moment, Iwa Ninja B coughed twice and said.
Ahem "Captain, say something will you? Are we retreating