Raidou glanced sharply upwards as his last clone vanished out of existance, dragging a bite of his chakra with it. The ceiling told him nothing, but it didn't need to. None of his clones had killed a shinobi. Which meant they had a minor problem.

"Yeah," he said, putting his hands together. "Let's get gone--wait." He looked at the man on the floor, then at Kaito, and had to stop from smacking a hand over his face. "Quickly, did they find out who you are?"

'And where you're from,' didn't need to be said.