On a silent, secluded ridge, beside a stream deep in the woods.
The dancing campfire warmed blood that had begun to freeze in the cold night.
"Ugh..."
Killer B opened his eyes. Feeling something foreign against his chest, he instinctively reached to pull it off.
"You'd better not move. Samehada barely managed to repair your internal organs with the little Eight-Tails chakra you had left. If those wounds go and split open again, you'll be meeting the god of death..."
Killer B lowered his hand and followed the voice to the man beside the fire...
Never in his wildest dreams had Killer B imagined that the man who pulled him back from death's door would be the shark-faced guy he had fought to the death several times!
Adding a piece of firewood to the flames, Kisame said coldly, "Don't get the wrong idea. I only saved you so Samehada would owe me and keep working for me..."
Standing upright nearby, Samehada was as quiet as a sleeping baby.
A thousand emotions churned within Killer B, but what concerned him most at that moment was the predicament of Kisame, the man who had saved his life.
"That masked man is your partner, right? You saved me behind his back. How are you going to explain that to him?"
Kisame sank into a long silence.
A month and a half earlier, he had joined forces with Suigetsu and Jugo to defeat the Eight-Tails on a deserted island. When Sasuke charged onto the battlefield, Kisame had been entrusted with taking Killer B back to the stronghold to await sealing.
He had never expected Samehada to betray him along the way and give its chakra to the Eight-Tails.
Alone and surrounded by enemies, Kisame had nearly died at sea. That was when... he saw