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"Old Two!!!" The leader standing at the back was frozen in shock. Though the three of them had committed countless heinous acts, their bond as brothers ran deep. But now, not only had Old Three fallen, but Old Two had also met a brutal end right before his eyes.
"Damn it!! It's all your fault!! All because of you!!!" the leader roared in fury, his voice trembling with rage. A surge of potent chakra erupted from his body as he gripped his ninjato tightly with both hands.
"Hmm?" Wu looked on with mild surprise at the sudden outburst. He hadn't expected this rogue ninja to possess such strength. "Ahhhh!!!" With a primal scream, the leader abandoned all semblance of traditional ninja combat. Like a bolt of lightning, he charged toward Wu, his movements fueled by sheer desperation and hatred.
"Ahh!!!" Goto Yurika, watching from behind, gasped in fright at the sight of the leader's crazed, contorted face.
"Stay back!!!" Wu said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion. In an instant, he launched himself forward, meeting the leader head-on. Both moved with incredible speed, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.
"Die!!!" The leader completely disregarded defense, his eyes fixated solely on Wu. With all his anger and hatred channeled into the strike, he swung his katana downward with devastating force.
Chakra rapidly coalesced in Wu's left palm, forming a small, blue sphere. The intense rotational force of the Rasengan immediately displaced the surrounding air, creating a vacuum.
Beneath Wu's mask, his once-black pupils had transformed into a blood-red hue. Three black tomoe spun rapidly around a central point—his fully matured three-tomoe Sharingan. Though the leader's blade moved with incredible speed, Wu could clearly perceive its trajectory. However, as he sensed the overwhelming hatred and malice imbued in the strike, his body trembled slightly.
A flash of silvery light streaked toward Wu, swift and deadly. But Wu was faster. Tilting his head and shifting his body just enough, the blade narrowly grazed past him.
Without missing a beat, Wu thrust his left hand forward, the Rasengan colliding directly with the leader's chest.
"Boom!!!" The sheer force of the impact sent the leader flying backward, his body spinning uncontrollably through the air before slamming violently into a massive cherry blossom tree by the roadside.
"Bang!!!" A thunderous crash echoed as countless pink petals rained down. The leader's eyes, filled with hatred and fury, slowly lost focus. His gaze dimmed, and his eyelids fluttered shut as life drained from his body.
The blue sphere dissipated in Wu's hand as he withdrew it calmly. With a detached tone, he remarked, "Though the gap in strength was insurmountable, you still fought admirably."
No sooner had he finished speaking than—"Crack, crack!!!"—several fractures appeared on the right side of Wu's white mask. Moments later, it shattered completely, the fragments mingling with the rain as they fell to the ground.
"How swift. Hatred truly is the catalyst for power," Wu mused aloud, reaching up to touch the exposed right side of his face. "Though his skill was commendable, that strike shouldn't have been able to harm me under normal circumstances. Yet, driven by such intense hatred, he accelerated beyond his limits at the last moment. Fascinating."
By now, Goto Yurika's hair was completely drenched, plastered to her face by the relentless rain. She remained oblivious to her soaked state, her hands clasped over her mouth as she stared blankly at Wu.
Though the battle had seemed prolonged, it had unfolded in mere seconds. As an ordinary person, Yurika hadn't been able to follow the rapid exchange. What left her stunned was not the fight itself but Wu's appearance.
With the right half of his mask shattered, Wu's handsome profile was revealed. His pale skin contrasted sharply with his dark, rain-soaked bangs clinging to his cheeks. Most striking was his crimson eye, the three tomoe swirling hypnotically around the central dot, exuding an aura of mystery and menace. At the sight of that eye, Yurika felt her mind blur momentarily, everything around her growing hazy.
"What… what's happening?" Shaking her head vigorously, she dispelled the foggy sensation and opened her eyes again. The world returned to normal, as if nothing had occurred.
Wu turned toward her, his crimson eye reverting to its usual obsidian hue. In a calm voice, he said, "Let's go. I'll escort you back to your father. That's part of the mission."
"You… You're so young!!" Yurika exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at Wu's exposed face. From his voice, she had guessed he was young, but she never imagined he'd be this young. He appeared to be around fourteen or fifteen—about her age, perhaps even younger. She had assumed he was closer to twenty. Could a teenage ninja really possess such formidable skills?
"That's irrelevant," Wu replied indifferently, brushing past her. "Come along."
As his striking features flashed before her eyes, Yurika found herself blushing involuntarily. Saying nothing, she quietly followed behind him, gazing at his slender yet resolute silhouette. Their figures gradually faded into the misty curtain of rain, disappearing into the distance.