Watching the Third Hokage—that ordinarily somewhat comical old man who always wore a gentle smile—completely lose his life, Naruto had his face contorted in disbelief. His widened eyes welled up with an expression of agonizing shock.
Naruto’s lips trembled, and a low sob escaped his throat, sounding like the mournful howl of a wounded beast.
Still utterly expressionless, the Deva Path coldly pulled the Black Receiver out from where it had pierced the Third Hokage's body. The Black Receiver was still stained with fresh blood. With a casual flick of his wrist, he flung the blood onto the ground.
Chapter 225