Chapter 34
Now, Saitama and Shisui stood at a crossroads—should they strike the bandit camp now, or wait and observe?
"How about we take out a few of them first, Shisui?" Saitama suggested in a low voice.
Shisui gave a small nod. "Alright. Let's do it."
Perhaps he was confident in his own skills, but he didn't hesitate.
The sky had darkened, heavy clouds looming overhead. Any experienced ninja could tell—rain was coming.
A lone figure patrolled the edge of the camp, seemingly looking for a spot to relieve himself.
He wandered near a large tree. The closest tent was nearly fifty meters away, making this location a blind spot.
Oblivious to the presence watching him, the man stood beneath the tree and began to undo his pants.
Zzt...
The sound of falling water pattered quietly beneath him.
Rustle.