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"Michiko!"

In the clearing tinted yellow by the campfire's glow, a cry filled with worry, urgency, and even terror rang out through the night sky.

Listening to Magane's emotionally charged shout beside her, Nonō, who had turned her back, slowly twisted her head toward the edge of the woods on his right. There, she saw trees that had been snapped and toppled backward, as well as stumps that, though broken, remained deeply rooted in the earth. Behind one such stump, she could see a pair of familiar ninja sandals and familiar pale ankles. Blood was spreading from beneath those ankles, striking the stump's rough bark, winding around it, and slowly flowing into the clearing.

On the other side, where he had shifted his gaze from—directly in front of him just moments ago—there was also a fallen tree. Behind its broken stump lay another pair of ankles and a sturdy body. Their captain had also lost the ability to fight.

The sound of their captain being blasted away and brushing past him still seemed to linger in his ears. In a single instant, they had lost both their captain and their sensory ninja.

"Magane... wh-what do we do?"

Watching the scenes before her, Nonō took one step back, then another. Her eyes trembled in terror. The hand seal for the defensive Earth Style Jutsu she had prepared was already released, the jutsu she had held in reserve canceled, and the Chakra in her palm slowly dissipating.

"Nonō! Calm down!"

Hearing Nonō's stammering voice, the stout, fat Magane shouted once, and clarity immediately returned to his eyes. He quickly swept his gaze over their surroundings, comforting Nonō aloud, though his heart began pounding wildly. That sentence seemed less for his companion than for himself.

Gone! That teenage kid was gone!

He swiftly