On the road to Takigakure, the two previously relaxed Jonin grew wary. They leaped forward, rushing in front of Fū, who had been skipping along ahead.
"Is it her?"
"Probably."
"Huh? Kakuzu, isn't she from Takigakure? You came from that village. How come you can't even recognize her?"
"I left the village long ago. I don't know any of these younger generations."
Wearing black cloaks embroidered with red clouds, the two men who had appeared out of nowhere blocked their path.
"Huh? Are you here to be my friends?"
Fū's eyes lit up, and she was about to approach them, but the two Jonin immediately stopped her.
"Hm? Friends?"
Holding the Bloody Triple-Bladed Scythe, Hidan looked baffled, not quite understanding what Fū meant.
"Ah, you're Kakuzu, aren't you?" Fū stared at Kakuzu's face, seemingly recalling his identity. "The senior who killed the village leaders and then defected!"
"Senior?"
"Kakuzu?"
The two Jonin from Takigakure froze, then their expressions changed drastically. They remembered!
Damn it!
This was serious!
Where were the people from Sunagakure?
Hurry up and get here!
At that moment, the two Jonin, who had always thought Gaara was being meddlesome, were immensely grateful that they still had backup behind them!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Several figures flashed through the air. Four Ninja from Sunagakure appeared, shielding Fū and the other two behind them.
"No matter who you are, you won't hurt Sunagakure's guests!"
Three Chunin and one Jonin, plus the two Jonin from Takigakure and Fū, a Jinchūriki.
Their chances of winning were high!
"Huh? You're not here to make friends?"
The somewhat oblivious Fū finally caught on and looked unhappily at Kakuzu and Hidan ahead.
"Fū, get back!"
"Keep yourself safe. Leave the fighting to us!"
Before they had finished giving their instructions, Hidan swung the Bloody Triple-Bladed