Senyo flew swiftly through the air, and before long, his attention was drawn to the brutal battle raging ahead.
When he had gone to retrieve Boruto earlier, the scale of the fighting there had been relatively small, with only a few dozen people involved.
Compared to the scene before him now, though, that had been nothing more than a skirmish.
Here, hundreds of people were locked in a heart-stopping melee. Shouts of killing, clashing weapons, and explosions intertwined into a deafening roar.
Senyo lightly sniffed, and a thick smell of rust rushed into his nose, as if the air itself were saturated with blood.
It was a nauseating stench, mixed with scorched earth and the acrid odor unique to burned Chakra, making it hard to breathe.
His gaze shifted to the nearby stream. Its once-clear waters had become utterly murky, evidently tainted by broken blades and dark red blood drifting down from upstream.
A trace of gravity flashed through Senyo's eyes. He realized that this was the Warring States Meat Grinder.
No one knew how many bloody massacres this place had witnessed. Countless lives had vanished here, yet the war seemed destined never to end.
As far as the eye could see, fallen corpses lay everywhere. Some were already unrecognizable, while others still bore the terrified expressions they had worn at the moment of death.
Among those bodies were not only members of the Uchiha Clan, but also members of the Senju Clan.
They had once stood on opposing sides, yet now they had all become sacrifices of this cruel war.
Behind a rock shelter that had been blasted apart by Explosive Tags, Senyo found a curled-up figure.
As he approached, he saw that it was an Uchiha clan member with a knife lodged in his chest, blood continuously pouring