Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!
On the only road leading to Uzushio Village, there was a forest shrouded in mist.
There was only impenetrable grayness, with countless black shadows darting through it.
It was quiet—too quiet.
Not a single shout of battle or tremor could be heard. The Kirigakure Ninja all instinctively kept their mouths shut.
The pitch-black surroundings were deathly silent, as if one could hear the sound of blood flowing through veins.
Just then, as if he had sensed something unusual, the Kirigakure captain called Setsugetsu abruptly stopped.
"Lord Oyakishiro Go."
He looked at the figure ahead of him, frowned, and asked tactfully, "We've already entered Uzushio Village. Why is it still so quiet?"
Logically speaking, even if the decapitation operation targeting the higher-ups had gone smoothly, the other Ninja of Uzushio Village would not have collapsed so easily. They should have been able to hear the sounds of battle.
But now...
Setsugetsu raised his head slightly and looked into the distance. The cold wind swept through the clouds in the night sky, exposing a sliver of the crescent moon. It hung from the branches of a distant tree, casting a pitying light upon them.
Other than that, there were no figures or sounds at all.
"Could something have happened?"
At Setsugetsu's words, the man beside him, his hair tied in a bun and a dot of vermilion on each brow, seemed to sense something as well. His expression gradually darkened.
As a Kaguya clansman possessing the Dead Bone Pulse Kekkei Genkai, being forcibly assigned grunt work under the Third Mizukage's orders was already enough to make someone as short-tempered as him extremely irritated.
"Hey, you red-eyed bastard! You—"
"We're here."
He was about to say something when he was suddenly interrupted.
That figure had already stopped in a clearing