Before absolute force, the advantage of numbers seemed so pale and laughable.
The gulf in power was so vast that mortal effort was nothing more than a drop in the bucket before it.
"What kind of joke is this?!"
"How could something this powerful even exist?"
The ninjas recruited by the Daimyo of the Land of Fire had taken all kinds of assignments at Bounty Stations over the years. They had traveled freely between nations and survived to this day, so each of them had a few tricks up their sleeves.
They had killed plenty of ninjas from major nations during missions and considered themselves battle-hardened veterans. If they truly fought for their lives, they believed they were even stronger than the Jōnin of the great nations. Yet before something as absurdly overpowered as Complete Body Susanoo, they were utterly helpless, as fragile as three-year-old children.
After the first batch of "brave warriors" died with barely any effort required, everyone else immediately lost much of their nerve.
They had prospered across the nations for years not because they were especially strong, but because they were masters at reading the wind. The moment the situation turned unfavorable, they promptly made a strategic retreat.
With a single exchanged glance, many of them greased their heels and vanished silently from the battlefield.
Only the ninjas carefully raised by the Daimyo and the nobles themselves had no choice but to grit their teeth and stay behind.
"Quick! Protect the Daimyo and get him out of here!"
No one knew who shouted first, but the others immediately seemed to find a purpose in life. They swarmed toward Daimyo Mansion, leaving nothing but wreckage and despair behind them.
Their desperate flight became the most conspicuous trail marker.
As it happened, An did not know where the