"Bro, what are you doing?"
Just as Darui slashed through his Kumogakure forehead protector, a voice suddenly drifted down from the night sky.
He spun around, warily scanning his surroundings.
There were only three corpses among the trees, with no one else in sight.
"Above you."
Darui immediately looked up.
A figure hovered silently high overhead.
With neither a foothold nor wings of chakra, he simply stood beneath the night sky, defying all reason.
Darui's heart sank.
Shit. I have no way to fight an airborne enemy.
If he stays up there, I'll be at a serious disadvantage.
However, the Myriad-Eyed Dao Body did not exploit his aerial advantage.
He slowly descended, stopping in the forest clearing.
By the moonlight, Darui finally got a clear look at his face.
He was very young.
And somehow familiar.
Darui was certain he had never met him, yet that face kept giving him the feeling that he had seen it in some important intelligence report not long ago.
Even more striking were his eyes.
Two purple Rinnegan glowed faintly in his eye sockets.
A pure Byakugan was also open in the center of his forehead.
"Three eyes..."
Darui's gaze settled on the Byakugan.
Kumogakure had coveted the Hyuga Clan's Byakugan for years, so the village naturally possessed extensive records on it.
But when members of the Hyuga Clan activated their Byakugan, veins bulged around their eyes.
This man's Byakugan showed no such signs.
Darui quietly tightened his grip on his kunai.
"Who are you?"
"Just a passerby."
The Myriad-Eyed Dao Body smiled. "I heard quite a commotion over here, so I came to watch the show."
Darui glanced at the corpses on the ground.
This whole defection performance had been staged for the Akatsuki to see.
Having a spectator was not necessarily a