Another summer arrived. As summer's footsteps quietly approached, the footsteps of war also drew nearer.
The border of the Demon Country was half-encircled, stretching from the Rain Country's frontier to the Earth Country, leaving only one gap leading to the Wind Country.
Apart from that, there was nowhere else they could pass through.
"Why hasn't the general attack started yet?"
At the front line, the Ninja Magistrate's soldiers could not help complaining. They had been stationed here for several months, doing nothing but surrounding the area without seeing any fighting.
"There must be a deeper reason for the higher-ups' decision. We have to trust Hokage-sama's strategy."
"There are only a few enemies left. Who knows what they're waiting for."
"I heard the armies on the other fronts have already completed their occupations. We're the only ones dragging our feet."
"Captain, you know something, don't you?" After chatting among themselves, everyone looked toward the Jonin leading the squad inside the fortifications.
The young woman gazed toward the Demon Country's border at the foot of the distant mountains, her brows slightly furrowed.
She did know something. The Jonin had their own intelligence exchange channel. She turned her head and said coldly, "That isn't something you need to concern yourselves with."
"What? So stingy."
The woman glared, and the soldiers immediately cowered, shrinking their necks in unison as they muttered under their breath.
"What a manly woman. Be careful you never get married."
Sharp senses were a basic quality of a Jonin. She heard them, but pretended not to.
Her blade-carved, coldly severe pretty face was filled with the vicissitudes forged by blood and fire. As members of the frontline assault unit, these battle-hardened veterans had perhaps sensed something.
The air was filled with a dangerous scent.
Pakura took a deep breath and