"Hey, are you all right?"
Kakuzu leaned against a tree, panting heavily, his face full of joy at having survived as his gaze fell on Sasori of the Red Sands, who lay on the ground.
He had never expected Uchiha Jin to be this strong.
Even five of them together had been no match for him.
Juzo Biwa had, after all, once been one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, yet he had been beheaded with a single slash the moment they clashed.
What a joke!
The others had no way of restraining him at all. Susanoo's performance in battle had been outrageous.
If he had not fled quickly enough, he might have died there.
Had the Uchiha Clan really become this absurdly powerful?
Kakuzu could not help questioning everything he knew.
He had lived for so many years, exchanged blows with the First Hokage, and met Madara Uchiha once. He considered himself someone who had witnessed the greatest powers in the Shinobi World.
Yet this teenage Uchiha brat had made him feel no less pressure than those two once had.
From the moment Uchiha Jin killed Juzo Biwa, that instinctive, primal fear had made him prepare to flee immediately.
As it turned out, he had been right...
Orochimaru had fled just as quickly. That sinister fellow had at least as many ways to stay alive as he did.
But that arrogant brat Sasori of the Red Sands had fared terribly. Susanoo had slapped him into a pile of rubble, breaking several ribs and leaving him struggling even to get up.
Now he finally understood the difference between a seasoned veteran and a young genius.
The genius could kill him on a whim!
It seemed that, no matter what happened, he could never make an enemy of Uchiha