To emphasize his point, Kabuto pulled out one of his cards, tapping it lightly, a sense of drama, a sense of flair that was both calculated and intriguing. The room seemed to lean in, the competitors drawing closer, as if drawn by an unseen force, a sense of curiosity that was both morbid and fascinating. "Take the group from Amegakure, for example," he said, displaying a holographic image of the ninja team, a sense of technology, a sense of innovation that was both impressive and intimidating.
The image seemed to hover in the air, a sense of presence, a sense of reality that was both unnerving and fascinating. Kabuto's eyes seemed to gleam with a sense of knowledge, a sense of understanding that was both unnerving and intriguing. "They're skilled in covert operations and aren't afraid to play dirty," he said, his voice low, his words a reminder that the stakes were high, that the consequences of failure were both real and devastating. "The slightest provocation could set them off," he added, his voice rising, his words a warning, a warning that was both clear and unmistakable.
Kuro watched the exchange closely, his mind working behind his calm expression, a sense of calculation, a sense of strategy that was both intriguing and unnerving. He knew Kabuto was more dangerous than he let on, his carefully crafted persona hiding his true intentions, a sense of deception, a sense of manipulation that was both impressive and intimidating.
As Kabuto continued explaining the various threats in the room, Kuro leaned toward Reika and whispered, "He's trying to play both sides," his voice low, his words a sense of understanding, a sense of awareness that was both impressive and intriguing. "Gather information while sowing seeds of doubt," he added, his voice rising, his words a reminder that the stakes were high, that the consequences of failure were both real and devastating.
Reika nodded subtly, a sense of understanding, a sense of awareness that was both impressive and intriguing. "Should we call him out?" she asked, her voice low, her words a sense of curiosity, a sense of uncertainty that was both palpable and unmistakable. The room seemed to lean in, the competitors drawing closer, as if drawn by an unseen force, a sense of curiosity that was both morbid and fascinating.
Kuro's eyes seemed to gleam with a sense of knowledge, a sense of understanding that was both unnerving and intriguing. "Not yet," he said, his voice low, his words a sense of caution, a sense of warning that was both clear and unmistakable. "Let's see how he plays his hand," he added, his voice rising, his words a reminder that the stakes were high, that the consequences of failure were both real and devastating.
The room was already a pressure cooker of silent rivalry and unspoken challenges. It was a space where tensions were running high, and the air was thick with anticipation. But then, without warning, it erupted into chaos. A shadow shot forward, the air splitting with a faint whoosh. The sound was like a whisper, a soft warning that something was about to go down.
The target of this sudden movement was Kabuto, who had remained calm despite his earlier condescension. He had been standing there, looking all smug and self-assured, but now he was in the crosshairs. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, and it was clear that things were about to get ugly.
Kuro, leaning against the wall, felt his Sloth View: Danger Sense flare. It was a subtle warning, a tingling sensation that hinted at the chaos unfolding. But he didn't move. His arms stayed folded, his expression serene. He was like a spectator, watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement. "Let him cook for now," he muttered under his breath, his dark eyes gleaming with interest.
The Sound ninja's strike was swift, aiming straight for Kabuto's blind spot. It was a sneaky move, one that could have caught Kabuto off guard if he wasn't so experienced. But Kabuto sidestepped with practiced ease, his glasses flashing under the fluorescent light. "You missed," he said with an air of superiority, like he was trying to prove a point.
But the smirk barely had time to settle on his face before a delayed reaction hit him like a thunderbolt. Kabuto doubled over, clutching his stomach. His glasses slid down his nose, one lens cracking as bile surged up his throat. He vomited violently, collapsing to his knees. It was like his body had been hit with a wave of nausea, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
The room froze, like time had stood still. Gasps and whispers filled the air as the ninja who attacked Kabuto lowered his hand, revealing a strange, jagged contraption strapped to his wrist. It was like a twisted piece of metal, one that seemed to be designed for maximum damage. The Sound ninja's eyes were blazing with intensity, his face twisted in a snarl.
"This isn't a game," the Sound ninja hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "We're here to eliminate the weak." The words were like a challenge, a declaration of war. It was clear that the Sound ninja was not here to make friends, but to take down anyone who got in his way. The room was silent, like everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
The tension was like a powder keg, waiting to be ignited. And with the Sound ninja's words, it was clear that the spark had been lit. The question was, what would happen next? Would Kabuto be able to recover, or would he become the Sound ninja's next victim? The room was on edge, waiting to see how the drama would unfold.