Night was as dark as ink as Chiyo led the elite forces from the Southwest Battlefield quietly into the Northern Battlefield.
This battlefield was still the same as before.
It was jointly held by the Uchiha Clan and the Kurama Clan.
It was now the only one of Konoha's defenses that had not been breached by the enemy.
Under the moonlight.
Campfires flickered throughout the camp, illuminating the resolute faces of the shinobi.
Chiyo had just stepped into the camp's perimeter.
When two figures flashed out from the shadows, dropped to one knee, and respectfully saluted him.
"Clan Leader!"
Tekka Uchiha's voice was steady and strong, his eyes filled with reverence.
"Teacher!"
Shisui Uchiha's voice carried a trace of excitement, but he quickly suppressed it and returned to calm.
Chiyo swept his gaze over the two of them and gave a slight nod.
"Where is the Kurama Clan Leader?"
"The Kurama Clan Leader was injured yesterday and has yet to recover. He is resting!"
Understanding flashed through Chiyo's eyes.
No wonder he had not seen anyone from the Kurama Clan coming over.
Chiyo glanced around.
"It seems the Northern Battlefield is very stable."
Tekka said in a deep voice.
"Yes! Thanks to Clan Leader's arrangements before you left, we followed the plan and successfully repelled the enemy's repeated attacks."
There was pride in his tone. The clan members were powerful, and their battle plans were meticulous and rigorous. The enemy simply could not break through.
Tekka Uchiha felt even greater reverence in his heart. The glory of the Uchiha shone brilliantly at this moment.
Because he knew that everything the Uchiha had now.
Had been brought to them, to the clan, by Chiyo Uchiha.
Especially the special training before the war began.
The clan members had once complained about it,