Drawing the kunai from his belt pouch, Nadare Rōga thrust it at the figure ahead without a moment's hesitation.
To him, anyone who stood in his way now and kept him from completing his mission was an enemy.
Whoosh!
The kunai struck empty air. A sharp pain tore through Nadare Rōga's abdomen, and his body flew backward, snapping trees before he finally came to a stop.
Struggling to his feet, Nadare Rōga wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He fixed his gaze on the figure blocking his path. Under the moonlight, he finally made out who his opponent was.
The figure wore an ANBU uniform and an animal mask. There was no doubt that this was an ANBU member.
But he could not understand it. He had clearly sent his men to draw the Konoha ANBU away, and he had never shown his face. How had he been exposed?
Enduring the pain, Nadare Rōga formed hand seals, and dense fog rose from the ground in an instant.
Once the fog obscured their vision, Nadare Rōga conjured two doubles without hesitation and fled into the distance.
After taking that heavy punch, he knew he was no match for the Konoha ANBU operative. Enemy reinforcements were also closing in behind him. If he was surrounded, he would surely die.
Just then, Nadare Rōga heard a rush of wind beside his ear.
The moment he turned, Nadare Rōga was sent flying again. The memories flowing into his mind also told him that his clones had been destroyed in an extremely short time.
That was enough to prove that his opponent's strength far surpassed his own.
Yet he was already one of the strongest jonin in the Snow Shinobi Village. Only the Lord Daimyō was stronger than him.
When he