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Chapter 242 - Chapter 242: Duy's Arrival, the Old Classmate Who Only Spoke the Truth

"Guy!"

"Guy, no!"

Seeing Might Guy furiously charge at Kisame, Genma and Ebisu frantically cried out in worry.

Both Genma and Ebisu knew clearly that with their strength, they couldn't possibly deal with Kisame.

They could clearly assess the current situation, but could Might Guy, who had a screw loose in his head, do the same?

He'd be damned if he could.

What's more, Might Guy was already consumed by rage due to the death of their sensei.

That intensely furious kick, in Kisame's eyes, wasn't worth a second glance. Kisame was just about to dispatch Might Guy on the spot with a single blade when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Kisame, you're too slow."

The voice, clearly carrying a hint of reproach, made Kisame change his mind about killing Might Guy.

He simply retreated half a step, then kicked at the opening Might Guy presented.

Thump.

The heavy kick distorted Might Guy's face with pain.

Might Guy flew backward, crashing heavily into a large tree.

"Cough, cough..."

Might Guy, momentarily struggling for breath, coughed violently.

Seeing this, Genma and Ebisu immediately positioned themselves on either side of Might Guy, tensely staring at Kisame, who had just killed their sensei.

In their eyes, besides anger and hatred, there was an undeniable fear.

'Are we... going to die today?' Ebisu thought, utterly despondent.

"Guy, are you alright?" Genma, however, showed deep concern on his face.

"I-I'm fine."

As fresh air filled his lungs again, most of Might Guy's anger dissipated. Even with his thickheadedness, he now realized he was no match for Kisame.

"Senpai, we should be able to get a lot of information from them."

As Kisame's voice fell, Might Guy, Genma, and Ebisu suddenly realized that, at some point, a dozen or so Mist Ninja had surrounded them.

Among them, standing before Kisame, were several Mist Ninja carrying swords of various shapes.

Instantly, intense fear welled up in Genma and Ebisu's eyes.

"The... Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist!"

Clearly, Genma and Ebisu had simultaneously deduced their identities.

Kisame alone was already more than they could handle, and now they were trapped within the enemy's encirclement. Deep despair was all that remained in Genma and Ebisu's eyes.

They almost couldn't even grip the kunai in their hands.

Even the thick-skinned Might Guy, under the oppressive aura of the surrounding Mist Ninja, was now breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Kisame, we only care about the results."

Fuguki's light yet stern warning sent a shiver down Kisame's spine.

Kisame was very familiar with Kirigakure's rules. After receiving Fuguki's warning, he immediately bowed his head in apology.

"Yes, Senpai."

After lecturing Kisame, Fuguki looked at Might Guy, Genma, and Ebisu. Then, Kushimaru Kuriarare spoke up:

"Interrogating for intel, I'll take care of that."

"I guarantee they'll spill everything."

With that, Kushimaru brandished his Nuibari, the Sewing Needle, in his hand.

Compared to the other six blades, the Nuibari used for interrogation was indeed a form of torture.

Since Kushimaru offered to handle it, the others had no objections. Jūzō Biwa spoke up:

"After the interrogation, let me cut them down."

Jūzō's Kubikiribōchō, the Decapitating Carving Knife, was the most bloodthirsty of the seven blades.

It could absorb blood to repair its nicks and even regenerate if broken.

Constantly drinking fresh blood was the best way to maintain it.

"No problem."

Kushimaru stepped forward, and the other Mist Ninja waited for his interrogation demonstration.

"Stop."

Suddenly, a figure in a green flak jacket descended very abruptly, instantly blocking Kushimaru's path.

Konoha's Genin, Might Duy, has arrived!

Kushimaru was momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of Might Duy. He asked nonchalantly, "Who are you?"

Looking at the steadfast back blocking his path, Might Guy called out in astonishment, "Dad!"

Might Duy turned, extending a thumb towards Might Guy, and said, "Guy!"

"Dad knew you were in danger, so I specifically rushed here to save you!"

Just as Might Duy encountered the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, and a major battle was about to erupt, Veigar also arrived at the foot of the mountain where the command post was located.

"Who's there?"

Veigar, having no intention of concealing his presence, was quickly discovered by the alert ninja in the vicinity and was instantly surrounded.

Looking at the Konoha ninja surrounding him, most of whom were Genin, Veigar calmly replied, "Konoha Jōnin, Veigar Koshima. I need to see your commanding officer."

Suddenly, Veigar heard a slightly familiar voice.

"Veigar? Is that you, Veigar?"

The voice carried a strong sense of pleasant surprise.

Veigar and the surrounding Konoha ninja all turned to look. Seeing the familiar face, Veigar offered a faint smile.

"Keiichi, long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see."

The peer standing before Veigar was none other than his classmate from the Ninja Academy, Keiichi Takayama.

The moment he saw him, Veigar couldn't help but recall the scene of Keiichi Takayama's first attempt at the Clone Jutsu.

Extremely embarrassing. A truly cringe-worthy moment.

However, he seemed to be doing quite well now.

Keiichi Takayama, who never expected to encounter an old classmate here, looked at Veigar's handsome young face, his own filled with an irrepressible smile of delight.

"Hahaha, I never thought I'd run into you here!"

Even after a few years, Keiichi Takayama's personality hadn't changed one bit.

"Keiichi, do you know him?"

At that moment, Keiichi Takayama's sensei asked him.

'Do I know him?'

'Know him? Of course, I know him!'

Keiichi Takayama looked at his sensei and replied, "Sensei, that's Veigar!"

"Not just me, but they all know him too!"

"Veigar is a super genius of the village! When we graduated, Veigar was already a Chūnin!"

As Keiichi Takayama said this, his two teammates also chimed in:

"That's right, Veigar is a super genius!"

"He's the pride of our class!"

Hearing such praise, Veigar remained calm, not showing the slightest hint of joy.

He had grown accustomed to such compliments.

Old classmates who only spoke the honest truth, Veigar liked them the most.

However, apart from Keiichi Takayama, the others hadn't left much of an impression on Veigar's mind.

So, Veigar simply didn't remember them.

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TN: This fanfic has been fully translated and is available on my Patreon —— patreon(.)com/PrimalDemon [remove the parentheses ( )]

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