Have you heard of a thousand birds singing in unison?

Two months ago, Senju of the Forest launched a surprise attack.

The Uchiha suffered heavy losses and only managed to regroup after retreating a hundred miles.

In this battle, over a hundred clansmen died, and Uchiha Madara's last cousin had his stomach pierced.

The condemnation in his heart made him contemplate abandoning the war.

Hiding it from his father and younger brother, he would go to the riverbank daily to clear his mind and heal the emotional trauma caused by the war.

There, he met a friend who shared the same troubles.

They hit it off immediately, quickly becoming close friends who could talk about anything, while also vaguely sensing each other's identities.

The major conflict on the main battlefield immediately stirred up considerable unrest elsewhere.

The three clans, originally planning to withdraw from the southern battlefield and retreat into the heart of the Land of Fire to recuperate, were somehow provoked and began frequently launching attacks against the Uchiha Legion.

In one month, there were over twenty large and small battles. The fighting wasn't as intense as on the main battlefield, but the cruelty of war was the same everywhere.

"Find them! You must find the hiding place of those bastards!!!"

Inside the commander's tent, Uchiha Rei's roars echoed continuously.

The actions of the three clans were very cunning; they always avoided direct confrontation with them.

With the Nara clan around, formulating battle plans was very easy. It could be said that tactically, their side was always on the defensive.

Since a direct encirclement was impossible, dividing the battlefield became a foregone conclusion.

However, facing the well-coordinated Ino-Shika-Cho, Uchiha squads of the same number couldn't gain any advantage.

In just over a month, the battle reports showed a terrifying casualty ratio of 1:2.13.

If this continued, the war potential of both sides would quickly narrow and equalize. If that happened, the situation on the southern front would become dangerous.

"I want prisoners, high-ranking prisoners!"

"You bunch of trash, if you can't capture anyone, I'll skin you alive!"

A burst of angry curses and smashing sounds erupted. A few minutes later, a group of Unit Captains fled the tent in disarray.

Capture prisoners?

Easier said than done. Did they really think the members of the three clans were idiots?!

The initiative was now in the hands of the enemy. If they refused to fight, you could fume all you wanted, and it would be useless.

At this point, even an idiot could see that the three clans were cooperating with the Senju.

Without a decisive outcome on the main battlefield, a scene of a decisive battle would never occur.

Oh, if the Southern Legion weakened, perhaps the main forces of the three clans might actually appear.

But by then, it wouldn't be certain who would be the target of annihilation.

With their own thoughts, the Unit Captains prepared to return to their camps to assign tasks. Before leaving, each of them cast a glance, with varying meanings, at the figure waiting outside the tent.

The mask, resembling that of a wrathful Asura, inspired fear at first sight. Everyone knew who this person was.

It was precisely because of this that they couldn't hide their inner astonishment.

At the age of nine, to become the most dazzling star on the battlefield, the youth's performance had already conquered everyone.

During this period, many clansmen chose to apply, hoping to forge a path under the young man's command.

However, Kyosuke rejected them all, as expected.

The trio's squad now worked with tacit understanding and clear divisions of labor, forming a combat style of striking and leaving, never lingering.

Rashly adding others would not only fail to increase combat power but would also interfere with his hunting operations.

Recruiting people was possible, and Kyosuke was at a stage where he needed to build a foundation for his influence, but he had to wait a little longer.

He had a plan in mind, and if executed well, he would undoubtedly be able to gather a large number of usable talents.

Now, he had to find a way to end the stalemate as soon as possible. If it dragged on to a dangerous point, no one would escape punishment from the clan.

Lifting the curtain and entering, the tent was already a mess. Anything that could be smashed had met its fate.

Just like that, Uchiha Rei was still sitting there, sulking.

At this moment, besides Kyosuke, not many people dared to seek an audience.

"Lord Rei," he maintained his respect.

"Oh, young Kyosuke is here." Seeing his most favored subordinate arrive, the old man forcibly restrained his emotions, forced a smile, and asked, "How many people did you kill this time?"

Shaking his head without answering his question, Kyosuke got straight to the point, explaining his idea: "I have a plan that should be able to draw out enemy generals of sufficient standing."

"Really?" Uchiha Rei's eyes lit up. His greatest worry now was how to locate the enemy.

As long as he captured a sufficiently important prisoner, the army could then launch a full-scale encirclement and recover all previous losses in one fell swoop.

Next, Kyosuke elaborated on his idea in detail.

"No!" Uchiha Rei suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, glaring at his most beloved subordinate and reprimanding him sternly, "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Using me as bait to lure the enemy into surrounding and annihilating."

"As long as success can be guaranteed, the three clans will definitely send considerable figures to intervene."

"Guarantee success." Uchiha Rei clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and asked, "Does that mean you're going to face an enemy completely impossible to resist?"

"Yes." Kyosuke nodded, his tone as calm as ever. "Most likely, they'll send a perfect Ino-Shika-Cho to intercept us."

A perfect Ino-Shika-Cho refers to a setup capable of executing all their battle tactics.

Typically, it would consist of three outstanding Jonin.

In other words, Kyosuke would have to face a Jonin-level Ino-Shika-Cho alone, and most likely with quite a few helpers.

The Legion Commander knew that the kid had Jonin-level combat power under his command.

But such an operation was too risky.

With the slightest misstep, he could really get himself killed.

The Nara clan was cunning; they would definitely conduct a thorough investigation before acting.

The Yamanaka clan were excellent sensory ninja; with them around, an ambush beforehand would be impossible.

Three Jonin, and a fully equipped Ino-Shika-Cho at that – facing them alone, no one in the entire camp, except Uchiha Rei, would dare to claim victory lightly.

Could it be that the kid already possessed strength comparable to a Jonin?

The Legion Commander was highly skeptical of this.

He knew that during the clan's surprise attack years ago, the kid and Madara had teamed up to take down the infiltrating Ino-Shika-Cho.

But could that situation be compared?

Without the Yamanaka ninja's unexpected injury, if the Ino-Shika-Cho's coordination hadn't been disrupted, or if there had been even a few less ninja willing to die for the clan grounds.

If even one of these points had been different, the outcome would have been immediately rewritten.

"The kid is too arrogant; I can't be foolish along with him."

Kyosuke was his future hope; Uchiha Rei couldn't gamble with him.

Understanding this, he slowly raised his arm and said in a slow, firm voice, "Lord Rei, please allow me to show you my confidence right now."

What did he mean?

Before he could understand, a dazzling flash of electricity suddenly appeared.

In an instant, a sound like a thousand birds chirping echoed throughout the entire camp!