"Tap!"
Amid the chaotic patter and rustle of rain striking broad green leaves, the faint sound of landing—shoes touching hard wood—was completely swallowed up.
This should be the place, right? Hyuga Yukyō raised his head slightly but did not stand. Maintaining his half-crouched landing posture, he glanced around.
This must be it! His gaze finally settled on the roots of an enormous ancient tree ahead. In his Byakugan, a crack in the roots, as though carved by a Kunai, slowly came into view.
It was about time for the appointment.
At the same time, he silently considered the situation, his brow creasing slightly.
But it did not seem like anyone was nearby.
After thinking it over, that question rose in his mind.
What should I do? If someone was nearby, or if someone came this way, then even if they only caught a glimpse of a corner of my clothes, the consequences would be unthinkable.
With thousands of Iwa shinobi here, there could not possibly be any other shinobi around.
Even that person would not flaunt himself in front of thousands of Iwa shinobi. And he was worried about Kiko and the others as well.
Sota should have returned to the outpost by now...
Hopefully, he would not panic because he was too anxious. Compared to Kiko, he had far too little experience taking part in missions, and his very first mission was one involving intelligence that could decide the village's fate.
Sigh...
Whenever it came to missions, he just could not stop worrying...
After that doubt passed through his mind, a series of thoughts followed, and as they did, a trace of agitation appeared on Hyuga Yukyō's face.
After all, as a member of the Hyuga Clan's main family, he likely had even less battlefield mission experience than Nozawa