Entrance to the Valley of Punishment.
Dense trees stood everywhere.
The terrain ahead was lower, forming a sunken basin.
At the edge of the Xu Fu Mountain Range was a slope.
The difference in numbers between the two sides was a hundred to one. They seemed to stand in two different worlds, with the boundaries between the two terrains as the dividing line.
The sky was dark.
Rain poured down.
Ingetsu's expression remained unchanged as raindrops the size of beans pounded against his black hood, gathering into streams that ran off his black robe.
The Uchihas scanned the mass of enemies before them. Their expressions were grave, Three Tomoe appearing in their eyes as they gripped the tachi in their hands.
There were too many enemies to count.
They seemed to have traveled back to the Great Ninja War. Beneath the dark clouds and torrential rain stood the enemy's main force, while their own side consisted of only twelve people.
The disparity between enemy and ally was enormous.
Splash—
The slanting rain kept striking Nonō's round glasses, seriously disrupting her vision.
The temperature was icy cold.
She removed her glasses, which were covered in fog and droplets, and narrowed her eyes at the scene ahead. It was still a hazy blur, so she simply observed the reactions of her companions.
"Is something wrong?"
Nonō's expression shifted slightly. On the faces of these Uchiha companions, she saw a gravity and tragic resolve she had never seen before.
She did not feel the urge to retreat. She only wanted to know what kind of situation they were in. That way, even if she died, she could die knowing why. Unfortunately, she was nearsighted.
Even Kimimaro's face was filled with heaviness. There were... too many enemies.
Even if all of Otogakure were thrown