“Sai was leading a team made up of ten of Anbu’s most skilled members. I don’t think any of them could have made a foolish move that would expose themselves to the enemy. So it seems that the enemy is very skilled as well.”
“Yes…” Saying so, Kakashi began to slowly spin around in his chair. He spun around once, so Shikamaru was faced with the back of his chair, before slowly turning around again. Kakashi was the kind of man who kept his shoulders slouched in even the most serious of circumstances.
Normally, when a person was faced with this kind of a situation, their body would freeze up along with their thoughts. Kakashi was purposely making such seemingly carefree movement to stop his thoughts from freezing up. He had learned to always keep his body moving from his years as a capable Shinobi who saw so much shocking, bloody carnage.
Shikamaru was looking at Kakashi with an anxious expression on his face. He opened his mouth to speak.
“At the moment Sai realised he had lost all of his comrades, there’s only one course of action he could have picked.”
“Escape, right?” Kakashi said, still watching the ceiling.
“Yes.”