Sword!
A katana flew swiftly down from Han Yu's left shoulder without warning.
Han Yu's pupils dilated sharply; his attention had been fully focused on Kurokuma Fujiwara and the other five men in black, completely neglecting anyone else.
With no other option, he had to abandon the idea of killing Kurokuma Fujiwara and explosively retreated backward, barely dodging the strike.
He raised his head and looked toward the owner of the katana.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man, around forty years old with a topknot. He was not tall, about 1.7 meters, and held the katana in both hands. His eyes were as cold and profound as a frozen pool, and he emanated waves of killing intent.
"This is a master!"
Han Yu took a deep breath, scrutinizing his adversary. The man's aura was no weaker than that of the Ninja Assassin Kameda Ichirō he had encountered before, and perhaps even stronger!
"Third Brother!"
