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Upon seeing Kyohiko’s "Kirin" mask, the four men bowed respectfully.

They were the captains of the four divisions of the Anbu.

Though the man before them was much younger, his strength had earned their recognition and admiration.

Especially recently.

Over the past two days, more and more intelligence had been sent back to Konoha, giving them a whole new understanding of Kyohiko’s achievements and power.

The strongest of the younger generation.

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