Looking at the arm Meihui had cut off, A found it hard to believe. Meihui had enchanted his blade with other attributes, so when A's arm was severed, blood hadn't come gushing out as he had expected.
A couldn't spare a thought for the pain now. He quickly put some distance between himself and Meihui.
He stared fixedly at him. He had thought the reappearance of Flying Thunder God in Konoha was dangerous enough, given how Minato Namikaze's reputation as the Yellow Flash had once struck fear throughout the Shinobi World.
But now A realized he had been wrong. Horribly wrong. It wasn't Flying Thunder God that was powerful-it was the boy standing before him.
A stared at Meihui, seemingly having made up his mind to take him down even at the cost of his own life.
Killer B noticed something was wrong with A and hurried to talk him down.
"Big bro, calm down!"
Meihui merely looked at the short blade in his hand and sighed.
"Figures. Uchiha Sasuke's Kusanagi Sword really is tougher."
The short blade began breaking apart inch by inch, and he casually tossed it aside.
Seeing the resolve in A's eyes, Meihui snorted.
"Seriously? You don't even know the Four Symbols Seal, and you can't seal a bridge either. What's with all this melodrama?"
Sometimes, people simply couldn't share one another's joys and sorrows.
"B, don't say another word. Take care of Widow Wang next door for me. Tell her I love her."
"Big bro, no!" Tears filled Killer B's eyes, but in the next instant, he seemed to realize something unbelievable. He desperately wanted to laugh, but couldn't at a time like this, leaving him with an expression uglier than crying.
He was holding it in so hard he was practically hurting himself. Even