"You can't strike thirteen times in one go.
Three strikes will be enough. Hit the one in the center of the front row first.
Once the front row falls into disarray, the rear rows will close the trap early. When they do, their scattered positions will become concentrated." Tenten lay against the rock face east of the pass, already holding two kunai.
Exploding tags were tied to the ends of the kunai-she had wrapped them around the handles twice more than usual, cutting the detonation delay in half.
Guy glanced down from the ledge at Chisen's position.
Chisen had sat down behind a huge boulder jutting from the rock face inside the pass. His cane lay across his knees, his right leg stretched out and his left tucked up, his back resting against the rock.
He took the first-aid kit from his ninja tool pouch and set it beside him. The tourniquets and disinfectant inside had already been arranged for easy access.
He had no chakra to contribute to the fight, but he could begin treating the wounded within three seconds of its end.
He looked up and met Guy's eyes.
"Just fight.
Don't worry about me."
Guy looked away.
He rose from the ledge, planted both feet at its edge, and leaned forward.
Then he let out a piercing roar toward the hills outside the pass-not an angry bellow, but a command. His voice ricocheted between the valley and the pass, shaking loose stones from the rock walls.
"Konoha's Blue Beast-Guy! Who goes there? State your names!"
No answer came from the hills.
But after Guy's roar, the thirteen ambushers in gray-white robes rose at once.
Their movements were so perfectly synchronized that they seemed to have been pulled up by the same rope. Once standing, they all made