To emphasize his point, Kabuto pulled out one of his cards, tapping it lightly, a sense of drama, a sense of fir that was both calcuted and intriguing. The room seemed to lean in, the petitors drawing closer, as if drawn by an unseen force, a sense of curiosity that was both morbid and fasating. "Take the group from Amegakure, for example," he said, dispying a holographic image of the ninja team, a sense of teology, a sense of innovation that was both impressive and intimidating.

  The image seemed to hover in the air, a sense of presence, a sense of reality that was both unnerving and fasating. Kabuto's eyes seemed to gleam with a sense of knowledge, a sense of uanding that was both unnerving and intriguing. "They’re skilled in covert operations and aren’t afraid to py dirty," he said, his voice low, his words a remihat the stakes were high, that the sequences of failure were both real aating. "The slightest provocation could set them off," he added, his voice rising, his words a warning, a warning that was both clear and unmistakable.

  Kuro watched the exge closely, his mind w behind his calm expression, a sense of calcution, a sense of strategy that was both intriguing and unnerving. He knew Kabuto was more dangerous tha on, his carefully crafted persona hiding his true iions, a sense of deception, a sense of manipution that was both impressive and intimidating.

  As Kabuto tinued expining the various threats in the room, Kuro leaoward Reika and whispered, "He’s trying to py both sides," his voice low, his words a sense of uanding, a sense of awarehat was both impressive and intriguing. "Gather information while sowing seeds of doubt," he added, his voice rising, his words a remihat the stakes were high, that the sequences of failure were both real aating.

  Reika nodded subtly, a sense of uanding, a sense of awarehat was both impressive and intriguing. "Should we call him out?" she asked, her voice low, her words a sense of curiosity, a sense of uainty that was both palpable and unmistakable. The room seemed to lean in, the petitors drawing closer, as if drawn by an unseen force, a sense of curiosity that was both morbid and fasating.

  Kuro's eyes seemed to gleam with a sense of knowledge, a sense of uanding that was both unnerving and intriguing. "Not yet," he said, his voice low, his words a sense of caution, a sense of warning that was both clear and unmistakable. "Let’s see how he pys his hand," he added, his voice rising, his words a remihat the stakes were high, that the sequences of failure were both real aating.

  The room was already a pressure cooker of silent rivalry and unspoken challenges. It ace where tensions were running high, and the air was thick with anticipation. But then, without warning, it erupted into chaos. A shadow shot forward, the air splitting with a faint whoosh. The sound was like a whisper, a soft warning that something was about to go down.

  The target of this sudden movement was Kabuto, who had remained calm despite his earlier dession. He had been standing there, looking all smug and self-assured, but now he was in the crosshairs. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, and it was clear that things were about to get ugly.

  Kuro, leaning against the wall, felt his Sloth View: Danger Sense fre. It was a subtle warning, a tingliion that hi the chaos unfolding. But he didn't move. His arms stayed folded, his expression serene. He was like a spectator, watg the se unfold with quiet amusement. "Let him cook for now," he muttered under his breath, his dark eyes gleaming with i.

  The Sound ninja's strike was swift, aiming straight for Kabuto's blind spot. It was a sneaky move, ohat could have caught Kabuto off guard if he wasn't so experienced. But Kabuto sidestepped with practiced ease, his gsses fshing uhe fluorest light. "You missed," he said with an air of superiority, like he was trying to prove a point.

  But the smirk barely had time to settle on his face before a deyed rea hit him like a thunderbolt. Kabuto doubled over, clutg his stomach. His gsses slid down his nose, one lens crag as bile surged up his throat. He vomited violently, colpsing to his knees. It was like his body had been hit with a wave of nausea, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

  The room froze, like time had stood still. Gasps and whispers filled the air as the ninja who attacked Kabuto lowered his hand, revealing a strange, jagged traption strapped to his wrist. It was like a twisted pieetal, ohat seemed to be designed for maximum damage. The Sound ninja's eyes were bzing with iy, his face twisted in a snarl.

  "This isn't a game," the Sound ninja hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "We're here to elimihe weak." The words were like a challenge, a decration of war. It was clear that the Sound ninja was not here to make friends, but to take down anyone who got in his way. The room was silent, like everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what would happe.

  The tension was like a p, waiting to be ignited. And with the Sound ninja's words, it was clear that the spark had been lit. The question was, what would happe? Would Kabuto be able to recover, or would he bee the Sound ninja's victim? The room was on edge, waiting to see how the drama would unfold.