Shisui leaned backward as a sharp kunai brushed right past his face, allowing him to dodge it by the skin of his teeth.
Landing lightly, Shisui glared grimly at the faceless, unknown ninja standing opposite him.
A thick, white mist surrounded him, completely obscuring his vision. The moment he had landed, Madara’s trail had vanished from Shisui's sight; evidently, that capricious ghost of the shinobi world had never bothered to wait for him at all.
Chapter 113