In a forest some distance from Konoha.
Pant! Pant! Pant! Pant!
Genma Shiranui gasped for breath. They had been running for half an hour, and with his slightly weaker stamina, he could no longer bear the breathlessness caused by such strenuous exertion.
"Uncle Duy, I can't run anymore. Pant! Pant!"
At last, Genma Shiranui gave up completely, gradually slowing down until he came to a stop.
Given how far they were from Konoha, even if they kept running at this pace, they would need at least another three hours. And he simply couldn't run any farther.
"All right, let's rest for two minutes, then keep moving. The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist are chasing us. Every one of them is an elite jonin. If they catch us, we're dead."
After years of training, running at this pace was as easy for Might Duy as taking a stroll around the village after dinner.
But he was anxious, too. He had no clear understanding of his own strength. All he knew was that everyone called him the Eternal Genin, though he could tell he was far stronger than an ordinary genin.
He had always carried out C-rank missions and rarely saw ninja above chunin level in action, much less jonin.
He had always thought of himself as a powerful genin.
So when he discovered that the enemy ninja were the legendary Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist,
he panicked a little. After all, his son, Might Guy, was right beside him.
Even though he was prepared to sacrifice himself, he didn't want Might Guy to face even the slightest danger.
The two minutes passed quickly. Although Genma Shiranui felt even more exhausted after resting, he believed the short break had made him ready to run again, so they set off once