"Lord Tsukimiri!"
Inside the meeting room of the Uzuo Village Building, Tetsuya Uzumaki grasped Yun Chuan's hand and shook it wildly, tears of gratitude streaming down his face. "It's all thanks to you! Thank you so much!"
Behind him stood a group of somewhat disheveled Uzumaki ninja, silently and blankly watching the scene in the distance.
Their limbs were intact, and there were no obvious wounds on their bodies, yet every one of them was drenched in thick, dark-red blood, as though they had been washed head to toe by a rain of blood.
Perhaps there really had been a rain of blood just now—a localized blood rain caused by human hands.
"There is no need for that."
Faced with Tetsuya Uzumaki's unusually exaggerated display, Yun Chuan merely shook his head with a faint smile. "Although I would like to celebrate your temporary escape from disaster, but..."
"I'm afraid the main Mist Hidden force has already landed and is heading this way."
At that, Yun Chuan paused. Looking at the silent Clan Elders and ninja, he asked, "So, do you have any countermeasures?"
The smile on Tetsuya Uzumaki's face froze, and he looked miserably toward the Clan Elders beside him.
Every family knew its own troubles.
Though they were a renowned clan skilled in Sealing Technique, their actual population was not large, and most of them were civilians incapable of ninjutsu.
Basically, all of their ninja were in Uzushio Village.
And Uzushio Village was nothing like Konoha in scale. It really was just a village.
Moreover, because it was known as the Village of Longevity due to its people's long lives, there were even more middle-aged and elderly people than young ones.
The same thing still applied.
The village could not be defended.
The gap in military strength was simply