"Chōjūrō, you brainless idiot! Can't you watch your strength? Were you trying to slaughter your allies too?"
Zabuza and Ming had just been poised to strike when that beam swept past, practically grazing their scalps.
Had the two not been battle-hardened and quick to react, they would probably have been corpses sliced in half by now.
The entire abandoned factory looked as though a catastrophe had struck. The towering buildings were like fragile toy blocks, all severed by Chōjūrō's sweeping strike, with dust filling the sky.
Gekkō Raito stood in the wind, his gaze piercing the dust to look into the distance.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly into a satisfied smile.
"That kid has grown this much before I even realized it."
"As I recall, a full-power strike from him used to level three or four buildings at most."
Yet now, he had reduced every building in the industrial park to rubble in an instant!
Such a tremendous leap in strength was indeed striking.
Gekkō Raito nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes.
Standing beside him, Sasuke maintained his cold exterior, but inwardly, he was already reeling.
So this was the new generation of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist that Gekkō Raito had personally created?
Throw any one of these seven monsters out there, and he could probably run rampant across the Shinobi World!
"The chakra fluctuations from each of these seven have probably reached the threshold of Kage Level."
Hearing Sasuke's amazement, Gekkō Raito merely smiled casually. "Perhaps."
Sasuke's brows knitted tightly, his gaze growing particularly deep. "Kirigakure is so strong now that it's getting hard to understand."
"Just what did you do to transform them so completely?"
Gekkō Raito turned his head and asked with a faint, enigmatic smile, "Why are you