"Heh, you again? Are all the Konoha people dead? Sending only fire-style Uchiha to fight us Hidden Mist?"
"What a joke. Using fire-style ninja against us Hidden Mist is utterly idiotic."
"Be grateful for your bloodline. If not for the Sharingan, we would have wiped you out long ago."
Cold voices rang out one after another.
Figures emanating a thick stench of blood emerged from the seawater.
The Hidden Mist ninja sneered, yet they also watched these damned Uchiha with extreme wariness.
The Sharingan was truly troublesome—dynamic vision, Chakra sight, genjutsu attacks. The power of those eyes was simply unreasonable.
"So they've come... a bunch of water-dwelling vermin that just won't die."
Fugaku stood at the very front, gazing coldly at them.
Too many of his clansmen had died at the hands of Hidden Mist ninja. The entire clan had been severely weakened. By village order, every Uchiha man, woman, elder, and child who could still breathe and refine Chakra had been sent to the battlefield.
Now, fewer than two hundred members of the Uchiha Clan remained on this battlefield.
At that moment, a boy around ten years old beside Fugaku said quietly, "Clan Head, the enemy's numbers seem abnormal..."
"Mm, Shisui, remember to protect yourself later... Naoya, stay by my side and prepare to use the Byakugan to assist me." Fugaku issued his orders.
Naoya Hyuga nodded with a solemn expression, set down his backpack, and stood solemnly behind Fugaku, prepared to fight to the death.
Though these two great ocular technique clans disliked one another, both claimed to be Konoha's foremost noble clan, and both claimed to possess the strongest eyes, they temporarily set aside their minor conflicts during wartime. Joining forces to kill the enemy was the highest priority.
The two sides gradually drew closer and saw