Just then, steady but slightly hurried footsteps approached from the distance.
Genji, the Mizukage's adviser, finally reached the edge of the devastated battlefield, flanked by several Kirigakure ninja whose imposing presence clearly marked them as elite guards.
His gaze first swept over his captured subordinates and the Hyuga traitor whose identity made matters so sensitive. A shadow of suspicion and alarm flashed through his eyes before he swiftly concealed it.
Konoha had acted too quickly!
Hiashi was stronger than he had anticipated.
Saburo Akebino, wielder of the blunt blade Kabutowari, had not only lost-the weapon had fallen into the enemy's hands as well.
That put Kirigakure in an extremely unfavorable position.
Had their opponents been merely average, they could have overpowered them, but now Saburo Akebino, one of Kirigakure's strongest fighters, had been captured.
With only Mei Terumi and a handful of elite jonin beside him, Genji could not be certain they could defeat even this small group.
If they attacked and were killed instead, it would be all over.
Hiashi slowly turned, his bearing calm and unhurried, as though he had not just fought a fierce battle.
With a casual flick of his toe, as though discarding a useless piece of junk, he sent the massive blade that symbolized the glory and strength of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist whooshing toward Tokuma Hyuga behind him to one side.
"Tokuma, take it."
Tokuma reacted instantly. He stepped forward steadily, channeled chakra into both hands, and caught the unusual weapon securely.
Only after that did Hiashi turn his gaze toward Genji, who had just come to a stop.
His pure white Byakugan shone like cold stars in the night, calm and still, yet powerful enough to pierce straight through a person's heart.
His voice was quiet, but it cut