Just like Nojima Iizuka from daytime, the short ninja even had to insert his blade backwards into the ground to stop himself from being propelled further away.
"Which side's ninja are you?"
Lann stood still, not pursuing. The thumb of his left hand lightly flicked again, and a slight 'click' sound came from inside the arm guard.
After seeing the maneuverability of these two ninjas, he really didn't think he could compare to them in terms of mobility efficiency.
But if they really wanted to run, his ranged attack wouldn't be so easy to dodge either.
"Ninjas should also distinguish between friend and foe, right?"
The metal tube under the arm guard was already aimed at the ninja.
The short one unobtrusively took a few deep breaths, the earlier swing of Lann's sword, like a tennis swing, seemed ineffective but had actually left him a bit breathless.
This foreigner's strength is tremendous!
And it wasn't just brute force that's easy to deal with.
