Chapter 100
Haruto Saito quickly rushed to the window. Outside, flames lit up the night. He cautiously peeked out, his mind racing for a way to escape.
The biggest problem was that Inui was a sensory ninja. Under these circumstances, Haruto had to maintain the presence of the black mist.
If Inui weren't a sensory ninja, Haruto could have simply used the Transformation Jutsu to disguise himself as an ordinary soldier and slip away in the chaos. After all, the soldiers here had no way of seeing through a Transformation Jutsu—only a fellow ninja could.
But there was no "if."
Haruto had to keep the black mist active, yet the mist itself was his most noticeable trait. This contradiction was unavoidable.
"Damn it!" Haruto cursed under his breath as he stared out the window.
A squad of soldiers carrying torches just ran past the warehouse. Haruto swiftly formed hand seals and vanished from the warehouse, instantly reappearing on the narrow path where the soldiers had just passed. The black mist concealed the white smoke and chakra signature generated by his sudden appearance, ensuring he remained undetected.
Without pausing, Haruto's figure flickered as he dashed into the darkness, the shadow of the barracks' rear wall enveloping him. He hunched over and sprinted.
These barracks were interconnected and stretched for a long distance. If all went smoothly, Haruto could cover at least a hundred meters before encountering a wide road separating the buildings.
Whoosh!
Something suddenly flew past him. Haruto hadn't noticed it at first, but the near-miss startled him so much he nearly drew his blade.