Everyone on the path is frozen.
No one knows what to do with what they just saw.
Naruto’s mouth hangs open.
“Un… Uncle, you…”
The words will not come.
A senbon flashes toward the Plague Doctor.
He slips it with an easy step.
A masked figure follows, kunai drawn.
The Plague Doctor only reaches out and touches him.
The mask slides off.
A fine, almost delicate face looks up at the sky.
Anyone who knows that face says the name.
Haku.
Last of the Yuki.
Zabuza’s follower.
Two fighters at jonin level, gone in a breath—and no one saw the killing blow.
Just a touch.
They think it is over.
The Plague Doctor stands over the bodies, shakes his head, and mutters in irritation as he crouches and unslings the bag on his back. Find the original chapter at g.com.
“Damn it. Why did they die again? This does nothing to cure the plague.”
Naruto and Sasuke glance at each other.
He doesn’t sound like a man who *wanted* them dead.
Tools come out of the bag, one after another.
He keeps talking under his breath.
“It’s all right. It’s all right. I’m a doctor. I can treat this plague.”
More instruments.
Then a saw two meters long.