Sitting beside the campfire, with dry rations piled on a piece of wood to roast, Ronglin took out the intelligence he had gathered.
"Uncle White Fang was right. There are a lot of them, and they're quite strong. There are no errors in the intelligence, but the number of Special Jonin is lower than expected. They may have gone out, or they may have left the group."
A group of Rogue Ninjas gathered together could hardly be expected to have any unity. People joining or leaving halfway through was perfectly normal.
"Then what do we do? We..."
Under the warmth of the fire, Harusame Yu's little face was flushed red. She nervously swallowed, feeling that this was an impossible mission.
"As long as we can take this guy out smoothly, our mission will become much easier." The branch in his hand traced words across the ground: enemy Jonin.
"This..."
Looking at the utterly confident Ronglin, Shimura Ou and Harusame Yu were somewhat dumbfounded. That was a Jonin, not some roadside cabbage. Although he was very strong and had awakened the Sharingan at only seven years old—making him a genius even among the entire Uchiha clan, or even all of Konoha—wasn't this still too much of a stretch?
"The three little ones sure know how to enjoy themselves."
Hidden inside a tree hollow, White Fang watched the campfire in the cave and the corner of his mouth twitched. Yet he could only continue spending the night in the tree hollow. If they had a choice, no one would enjoy hiding in a tree hollow in this kind of weather. Sitting in a cave, warming themselves by a fire, and drinking some hot water would have been so much more pleasant.
"They like to drink. We'll make our move in the latter