The Talent of Konoha

"The current world is like a naive child. You must show enough strength to make it feel what fear is, and then it will grow!"

"Don't you want to change the current corrupt world? Kakashi!"

Saitama can understand a lot of darkness because he is a person who has experienced some "darkness".And Kakashi is also one of the victims of 'darkness'.

Kakashi smiled, Saitama could clearly feel the pulling of Kakashi's mask, he thought Kakashi could understand something.

"This exchange has come to an end! Although you said a lot, I'm sorry, but I can't understand it." Kakashi stood up slowly, looking past Saitama who was opposite, and fell outside.

There were already some warriors gathered there, led by an old man with a beard on his mouth and chin, and a bandage on his head.

"Because of the loss, I understand! The fate of the ninja is to carry the darkness forward. Everyone will encounter times of despair, but that is not the reason why we choose to turn our backs on the light! Your ideal is grand, but it is not true! Sorry!"

Kakashi looked at Saitama seriously, the barbecue shop had been emptied some time ago, and even the owner of the shop had disappeared.

"At first, I just wanted to eat a simple barbecue, but I never thought it would become a king's meal now."

Saitama noticed the samurai appearing behind him, and at the same time recognized that the old man in the head was the leader of the samurai force in the Iron Kingdom--Mifune, the legendary Iai-slash master!

"Your Excellency is from the Akatsuki organization, right? I'm sorry, you are not welcome in the Iron Country, so I hope you will leave quickly!"

Mifune stood at the door, his right hand gradually climbed to the weapon at his waist, and an invisible momentum began to brew around him.

"Senior Mifune!"

Kakashi lowered his body and stared at Saitama, alert to all his movements.

When he was following Saitama before, he used the samurai who 'guarded' by his side to pass on the information of the appearance of members of the Akatsuki organization to Mifune, who was still busy arranging the meeting place, so it was at this time that Mifune led people to encircle him Saitama scene.

"Hey, it's really not welcome!"

Saitama stood up and stretched, then drank the drink in one gulp.

A trace of blood flashed in his eyes, which was caught by Kakashi instantly.

"Everyone be careful!"

Kakashi pulled back some distance, almost backing up against the wall, at the same time, he covered his chest with one hand, and put the other hand behind him, looking at Saitama solemnly.

"Since you are not welcome, then I will leave, but I am still a little unhappy to be treated like this, what should I do?"

Saitama tilted his head slightly, looked at Mifune behind him, and at the same time Sharingan began to operate, the three Gouyu released a coquettish blood color, and the weak electric arc exploded in the pillars around him as if revived.

"Sharingan? Uchiha Saitama!"

Mifune stared at Saitama who turned around, and quickly judged the identity of the member of the Akatsuki organization. His hand holding the weapon was even stronger, his knuckles turned white, and his expression was extremely focused.

The opponent can kill the existence of the third Hokage!As a person who is almost at the same age as the third Hokage, he naturally knows how powerful the former is!

Whoosh!

Saitama was like a gust of wind, disappearing in place in an instant.

"So fast!"

Kakashi and Mifune narrowed their eyes at the same time, and the shock in their hearts began to roll.

Of the two, Kakashi had expected it, but although Mifune had information about Saitama, he hadn't really fought against him, so his impression of the latter's strength only existed on paper.

So the speed with which I saw Saitama for the first time was directly surprising.

"Jihe Slash!!!"

Although Saitama's speed was very fast and caused some shock to Mifune in a short period of time, for a strong man like Mifune who had fought against Hanzo in the past, it was not enough to make him lose his fighting power directly. .

Swish!

Visible to the naked eye, a white light shot out from Mifune's waist, slashing at Saitama who was rushing straight and firmly.

The momentum of drawing the sword and slashing forward is indomitable, as if to break everything in front of him!

Ding!

A circle of air flow oscillated around the two of them.

Saitama also drew his own sword, and abruptly received Mifune's blow.

On the blade, current surged and made a sizzling sound.

Saitama firmly resisted Mifune's weapon, grabbed the handle of the knife with one hand, and then slowly pressed it against Mifune's chest. Mifune's body.

"Master Mifune!"

Several other samurai located a few meters behind Mifune drew their weapons and aimed at Saitama, their faces gradually grim.

They couldn't see Saitama's movements clearly at all, they only felt that their general had collided with the enemy in a flash, and it seemed that they were still falling below.

"Don't do it! Back off!"

Mifune knew his subordinates well, and quickly shouted at them to dismiss them. At the same time, drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down along the edge of the bandage.

Saitama's strength was beyond his expectation. He could directly suppress him, a samurai who had been exercising his body all the year round, with one hand. No matter in terms of speed or strength, it was beyond the reach of ordinary samurai!

"Rachel!"

When Saitama and Mifune were in a stalemate, a low shout sounded from Saitama's side, it was Kakashi!

The air is ripped apart and smells of burnt urea.