"Crack!"
"Crack... crack, crack..."
In the primeval forest beside the bamboo grove, some seven or eight hundred meters southeast of the rising dust and white mist, the sound of hard wooden objects shattering rang out all the way through the trees. With each sharp break, thick branches fell one after another, and the thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground were unceasing.
Amid that series of shattering crashes and falling thuds, a faint figure flashed past. Wherever it went, branches broke and dropped away, while fierce winds billowed in its wake, making the dense leaves all around rustle violently.
Faster!
Faster! At this speed, it would still take several minutes to get there. Who knew what might happen in those few minutes? Besides, the sooner he learned what was going on, the better! There was no time to worry about whether he would be discovered!
There was only one thing to do now: get there quickly, as fast as possible, in the shortest time possible!
That place could no longer be a trap. It was absolutely where fate would unfold! Ignoring the fierce wind from his high-speed movement that nearly poured into his eyes and ears, Chiba's gaze flickered as he looked at the dust and white mist already beginning to thin and disperse through the gaps in the leaves. Unease, anxiety, uncertainty, hope—negative and positive emotions tangled together in his eyes, leaving him with an indescribably haggard look.
Yes, haggard! After the despair he had felt just now and the burst of life brought by this sliver of hope, Chiba's face had taken on a trace of weariness.
The more one cared, the more one feared. The more one feared, the less one could endure setbacks. This showed just how important saving Obito was to him.
Calm down! Chiba,