Chapter 118
"This kid is really troublesome! His speed is insane!" Kushimaru Kuriarare panted heavily, visibly frustrated.
Zzzzt!
Saitama didn’t give them a moment to breathe. His next lightning-charged strike came crashing in, forcing his two opponents to dodge with increasing desperation.
Clang!
A new combatant joined the field—a Kirigakure shinobi with sharp teeth, wearing only a flak vest. He was unscathed, but his blade dripped with Konoha blood.
"Munashi! Stop him!" Jinpachi Munashi barked, spotting the newcomer.
"You veterans are looking a little beat up. Not a great look," the young shinobi grinned. It was Mangetsu Hōzuki—wielding a sword in one hand and Jinpachi’s dropped Blast Sword: Shibuki in the other.
"Here, take this back. This isn’t the sword I want. Even if it does handle nicely!" Mangetsu tossed Shibuki back to Jinpachi, his tone irreverent.
"Hmph." Jinpachi caught the sword with a scowl. Rearmed, he stared at Saitama with a dark expression.
"You must be Uchiha Saitama from Konoha. Been hearing a lot about you lately," Mangetsu said, licking his sharp teeth and flashing a menacing grin.
"You’re Mangetsu Hōzuki?" Saitama recognized the name but didn’t act rashly. Now that three Mist shinobi stood before him, a direct clash would be risky.
"Fall back," Kushimaru muttered to Jinpachi. Both were wounded, and continuing the battle now was unwise. Mangetsu, though strong, wasn’t enough to take on Saitama alone—especially not yet.