Chapter 40
"The next thing to consider is how to leave..." Zixu swung the crowbar and stood with it, feeling a little troubled.
After seeing the primary target escape, the Ronin and the Kirigakure ninjas sent out a small team to chase him, while the rest naturally tried to find a way to deal with the crowbar man who was disrupting the situation.
Terrifying chakra energy burst out, and the surrounding fog became somewhat distorted. If he was dealing with those ronin and Kirigakure Genin alone, it would be fine, but the Kirigakure Jonin who was eyeing him covetously made Zixu feel a lot of pressure. Although there was already a Jonin to chase Zabuza and others, Zixu's pressure did not decrease at all.
"Well... I still can't use my Conqueror's Haki very well, and my technique of using natural energy to complete the 'pseudo-Observation Haki' is still not perfect. The Diamond Sealing (Kekkei Genkai) can easily expose the identity of my Uzumaki clan..." Zixu smashed the Ronin's blade with a crowbar, and kept thinking of ways to deal with it in his mind.
While Zixu was dealing with the ronin, the Mist Hidden Ninja also took action. The fog around him became thicker and thicker, and his figure appeared and disappeared in the white world. This was the Kirigakure no Jutsu (Mist Hidden Technique), and the concentration of the fog would change with the amount of chakra. At this moment, the Jonin completely merged into the surrounding fog, hiding his figure and slowly approaching Zixu.
"The perception has disappeared? Assassination technique?" The Kirigakure Jonin was Zixu's key target of observation. When the ninja disappeared, he keenly sensed a hint of danger.
"Blocking perception? I can do that too." Zixu took back some of the Silence Fruit (fruit Power) from the clone. In contrast, the Silence clone's personality also tended towards Zixu's own personality.
At this moment, on Chinano's side, a few people were chattering in low voices. Tenzang had already caught up with Chinano and the others, but the Kirigakure ninjas behind were still chasing them relentlessly, like a hunting dog eyeing its prey, patiently waiting for the moment when the prey relaxes, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
Chinano covered her injured shoulder with one hand, took out a bandage from the sealing scroll, plucked a handful of fur from the butt of the red panda that had returned at some unknown time, and cancelled the summons again. She wrapped the panda fur with a bandage and tied it to the wound as a temporary measure to stop the bleeding.