As the Iwa ninja continued voicing their opinions, Kitsuchi, who had looked somewhat dejected, grew increasingly grim. Then he roared:
"All of you, shut up!"
The Iwa ninja, who had been brimming with righteous indignation, froze in fright at Kitsuchi's roar.
Kitsuchi continued:
"You're the elite of Iwagakure, not reckless brutes. You need to understand the consequences of everything you do. Now isn't the time to let your emotions rule you. Everyone, go back and rest immediately. We're all heading back tomorrow."
With that, Kitsuchi left the group without looking back. He, too, needed some time alone to calm his anger.
Ye Feng also appeared at the rendezvous point. Seeing that everyone had returned, he relaxed and said with a smile:
"Mission accomplished perfectly. Back to camp!"
The next second, all eight returned to the tent. Ye Feng had barely steadied himself when cheers erupted behind him, startling even him. He hastily turned around and saw the six others crowding around Minato Namikaze, hugging him and showering him with praise:
"Minato, you're incredible!"
"That was downright unbelievable! More than fifty Jonin killed or wounded in a single move!"
"Minato, we're such good friends. You can't keep this to yourself. I've got to learn that move!"
"Don't forget me when you make it big!"
It turned out they had all seen the move Minato Namikaze had used. With that extraordinary speed, he could easily cut down dozens of enemies even when facing over a hundred Jonin. The technique had left them dumbfounded and wildly excited.
The seven's noisy commotion immediately drew attention in the previously rather quiet tent. Judging by their behavior, they must have done something extraordinary, and the others hurried over to ask.
The six besides Minato Namikaze were excitedly about to speak, but suddenly wondered whether they