"What should we do, then?"
"Clan Head, Uchiha Ronglin won't personally take the battlefield, will he? If he does, how are we supposed to stop him? I heard he can summon the Nine-Tails directly. If the Nine-Tails appears on the battlefield too, we won't have any ability to fight back at all."
"I don't know."
The Hozuki Clan Head shook his head bluntly. To be honest, he did not know how to deal with the predicament before them either. A situation where they could neither fight nor retreat was the most agonizing.
If they retreated, the enemy would pursue them.
But if they counterattacked, they were no match for the enemy. That was the greatest problem.
Although when the enemy had launched their massive offensive earlier, Kirigakure had retreated with the people from the Small Nations Alliance, making Ōnoki hesitate to act, the Hozuki Clan Head knew that if they truly retreated to the vicinity of the sea, the allied forces would not be far from defeat.
Not to mention that they did not have enough ships to carry so many people out to sea—how were they supposed to fight once they got there?
At that point, forget fighting; even supplying provisions would become a major problem.
"Sigh..."
After letting out a deep sigh, the Hozuki Clan Head said to his clansman, "Suppress it as much as possible. Just don't let panic spread. I don't think Uchiha Ronglin will personally head to the front lines."
"Why, Clan Head?"
"Instinct."
The Hozuki Clan Head narrowed his eyes slightly. In truth, he could not explain it; he simply instinctively felt that Ronglin would not personally charge onto the battlefield to kill enemies.
"Yes, Clan Head. I'll make the arrangements."
"You may leave."
In fact, Ronglin truly would not personally head to the