Their mission this time was simple: just deliver the scroll to the designated target. As for the rest, they didn't need to worry about it. So, the atmosphere within the team remained relatively relaxed.
Naoya Kuchigi, who had been leading the group for some time, suddenly spoke as he observed the surroundings.
"It's going to be an open field ahead, so everyone should rest and replenish their strength here."
Hearing this, the group began to take a break and replenish their energy.
"Are you really eight years old?" Kiyota Sato, who was resting nearby, suddenly asked Satoru.
He looked no older than his younger brother, who was still in school. How had he made it into the Shadows at such a young age?
Genius? It seemed a bit far-fetched. He looked exactly like a little kid, nothing like a member of the Shadows. Could he really adapt to this life?
Kiyota Sato lowered his gaze, deep in thought.
"Uncle, who loves strawberry milk, doesn't look like he's thirty either," Satoru said quietly, his voice laced with sarcasm.
He then glanced over at the dissonant sight—a burly, handsome man holding a carton of strawberry milk, sipping it peacefully.
Is this really the world of adults? It's terrifying, Satoru thought, amused by the absurdity.
He looked up at the sky again, distracted. Judging by how things were progressing, they should have time to—
Wait, what is this?
Satoru snapped out of his thoughts, suddenly realizing something felt off. His sharp senses caught something strange in the air. Could it be...?
Meanwhile, Kiyota Sato, still reeling from the earlier comments, was immersed in his own thoughts.
"Uncle? Thirty?" Those words hit him hard. His mouth twitched. Did he really look that old? He was only sixteen!
Shaking his head helplessly, he let go of the thought.
At that moment, Satoru suddenly shoved Kiyota Sato aside and quickly retreated.
"Boom!"
As Satoru and Kiyota Sato moved back, an enormous explosion erupted where they had been resting. From the smoke, a figure leapt out—one of the ninjas who had been planning to attack them.
The man was enormous and muscular, with messy light-colored hair that looked like a mane. His powerful frame and vicious eyes betrayed his surprise at being discovered.
He glared at Satoru coldly, his expression full of annoyance at the failed ambush.
How did this kid find me? Was it just a coincidence?
This man had successfully used his art of concealment to assassinate many formidable ninjas, yet today, he had failed. Defeated by an eight-year-old child? Unacceptable!
He didn't engage in battle immediately, unlike the other ninjas behind him who sought out their targets. Instead, he fixated on Satoru and asked, "Boy, how did you find me?"
Satoru, standing on the other side, ignored the man's question, instead slowly adjusting his clothes.
I miscalculated. The detonation charm was too much. Now there's so much dust everywhere. What a mistake.
Then his eyes landed on the tricolor balls that had unfortunately been blown to the ground.
"…It's my favorite flavor…" Satoru muttered under his breath.
He stood there for a moment, then looked up.
If it weren't for this person...
"How did you find me?" the man asked again, frustrated.
"Do you still need to ask about this kind of thing?" Satoru responded, his tone suddenly sharp.
"The terrain here is special. Those who hide in the woods can clearly observe everything around them. There was no better place to ambush."
"That's why I left the Detonator Pack there," he continued, his voice tinged with mockery. "I didn't expect someone to pick it up themselves."
Satoru, abandoning his usual lazy demeanor, now stood tall and poised, exuding a powerful combat aura. His tone was serious, and his eyes sharp.
Is this the power of the three-color ball?
Kiyota Sato, still nearby, let out a silent sigh.
At that moment, the six enemies around them had positioned themselves in a perfect trap, blocking all directions. Shuriken, thrown weapons, and other tools formed a deadly circle.
Satoru listened carefully to the whistling sound of the wind.
The sound of the hidden weapons slicing through the air was perfectly smooth—there was no resistance, no explosive tags attached.
Times have changed, huh?
This kind of hidden weapon without an explosive tag can't kill anyone.
Before Kiyota Sato could exclaim, Satoru moved quickly. He turned and leapt into the air, throwing his own hidden weapons.
"Bumper bumper!"
Dazzling weapons collided in mid-air, their cold gleam flashing brightly. In an instant, the weapons that had been thrown toward them were sent back on their original trajectory.
And then...
"Boom!"
A violent explosion rang out, deafening everyone's ears.
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