Chapter 112 - 7: Blades and Shadows in the Misty Village
The ten-mile waterway was traversed in an instant. Soon, the group disembarked and vanished into the thick, white mist, their figures quickly swallowed by the haze.
Crossing the mountains on the outskirts and venturing inland, faint traces of villages began to emerge. However, the deeper they went into the island, the more serious Hidan's expression became. His face darkened, and his hand often reached for the triple-bladed scythe on his back. Every hair on his body seemed to stand on end. This feeling was all too familiar—eerily similar to the oppressive atmosphere of that cursed black room in the Jashin Cult.
The villages they passed were either deathly silent or echoed faintly with the clash of blades. Occasionally, a piercing scream would break through, or the muffled sound of metal slicing into flesh. All of this, shrouded in the seemingly impenetrable mist, created an atmosphere of unparalleled dread—bloody and eerie.
But this was nothing compared to the later "Blood Mist" era. That was the real hell on earth.
"Stop! Where do you think you're going, you thieves?"
Suddenly, a figure darted out from the roadside. The man was clad in blue, his physique robust. He wore the Kirigakure forehead protector and wielded a massive blade nearly two meters long. His face was devoid of facial hair, but it was riddled with pits and scars, as if seared by red-hot iron beads—like the visage of a vengeful ghost.
Fugaku Uchiha glanced around and whispered to the group, "We're surrounded."
"Stay calm. Don't misunderstand. Put away your blade. We are—"
"Shut up."
Before Maki could explain, the scar-faced man rudely interrupted, his tone brimming with aggression. He extended a finger, slowly pointing at each member of the envoy, before finally stopping at Hidan.
"You. Yes, you, the kid with the scythe. Do you know Renman Shimizu?"