Wolf gestured to Hattori Hanzo, confirming that the black Mortal Blade was inside.
Hattori Hanzo signaled back-move.
Two ninjas were going to steal a sword from a widow and her fatherless son.
In theory, that was not difficult.
In practice, it was no easy task.
Wolf was just about to act when he heard a whisper beside his ear. "Hehehe~ Ninja..."
A chill shot up his spine to the crown of his head.
Kusabimaru left its sheath and slashed to one side.
Clang!
He sliced through a roof tile beside him.
Alarm flashed through his mind. Damn it!
If the tile fell, it would certainly alert the people below.
His swift ninja reflexes and quick hands prompted him to scoop downward with his left Prosthetic Tool, catching the tile.
At the same moment, air stirred behind his head as a steel blade chopped toward his skull.
Clang!
A shuriken struck the blade squarely, saving Wolf.
The one who had helped him was none other than Hattori Hanzo.
Yet Hattori Hanzo was not doing well either. Enemy ninjas surrounded him on every side.
Their leader was an "old acquaintance" he had never met-Sarutobi Sasuke.
Sarutobi Sasuke wore a dark blue ninja outfit and a forehead protector, with a ninja sword on his back. A pair of claws on his hands gleamed red beneath the moon.
According to Iga's intelligence, this burly ninja could move through forests as freely as a monkey, and the same naturally held true in towns.
He was also immensely strong and highly skilled at fighting. Even a dozen men could not get close to him.
Hattori Hanzo realized what had happened. "This is a trap."
"You could evade the eyes of ninjas, but not the eyes of yokai," Sarutobi Sasuke said in a low voice.
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