Terrifying Speculation

When everyone arrived at the front-line camp, it was already the night of the third day. It wasn't that Bing San didn't want to go faster, but rather that every two hours or so of travel, there would be a small-scale battle.

The Land of Water front line was completely different from the Land of Wind front line. The Land of Wind front line was a vast plain backed by a large mountain, with open terrain suitable for large-scale battles.

The Land of Water front line, on the other hand, was a vast primeval forest. Beyond the forest was the sea. The terrain here was peculiar and the environment complex, so it was mostly small team battles rather than large-scale engagements.

Traveling in a large group of six to seven hundred people like Bing San and his companions was a waste of combat power. They couldn't spread out effectively, and their large target made them prone to ambushes.

Bing San and the others fought their way forward, rescuing many Konoha Ninja along the way. However, overall, they were constantly losing members. Upon arriving at the main camp and taking stock, they found that six Jonin, over twenty Chunin, and more than ninety Genin had been killed in action.

After Shikaku's careful analysis, it was mainly due to a lack of combat experience against Mist Ninja. On the Sand Ninja front, the Sand Ninja preferred to use poison and puppets, but these were all frontal attacks and assaults. Against the Mist Ninja, however, they excelled at ambushes and camouflage.

Experienced Jonin were not too affected, but Chunin and Genin, lacking experience, were often killed in ambushes. The attackers would not engage in prolonged fights; they would strike and retreat, regardless of the outcome. Bing San and the others were angry but had no effective way to catch them.

When Bing San saw Fugaku Uchiha, he spat out a mouthful of water. The sight was hilarious. Was this still the aloof Uchiha? It felt like he'd switched channels.

Fugaku Uchiha's face was bruised and swollen, a large patch of his hair was missing, and a scar ran from his ear to the corner of his eye, making him look somewhat ferocious.

Bing San remembered that Fugaku Uchiha's appearance in the anime was quite good. It seemed the butterfly effect was at play again.

"Captain Uchiha, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself. What happened to you?" Bing San quickly wiped his mouth and apologized.

Fugaku Uchiha snorted and said, "Bad luck. Some lunatic hugged me and self-destructed." He then left without looking back.

Bing San stroked his chin. It seemed this fierce-eyed Fugaku had suffered a significant loss.

That night, as soon as Bing San fell asleep, he heard a commotion outside. Too lazy to go out, Bing San formed hand seals and summoned an agile clone to investigate.

He was startled as soon as he stepped out of the camp. A large group of Mist Ninja were launching a night attack on the camp, led by that lunatic from the Kaguya clan.

The man was drooling at the corners of his mouth, his face contorted in a perverted expression as he clashed with Fugaku Uchiha.

Fugaku Uchiha's swordsmanship was truly excellent, or rather, all Uchiha family members had good swordsmanship. After all, while others' eyes had a maximum of 720 vision, theirs had 4K HD with slow-motion playback.

The Sharingan, this Kekkei Genkai, was truly a high-quality Kekkei Genkai, apart from the heavy burden it placed on the body.

The One-Tomoe enhanced dynamic vision, the Two-Tomoe enhanced Genjutsu abilities, and the Three-Tomoe could record and copy others' Ninjutsu.

Of course, special secret techniques were an exception, as they might require special bloodlines or skills.

Once the Mangekyo Sharingan was awakened, it was even more incredible. It would not only greatly improve the three basic skills but also grant two exclusive special eye techniques and the ability to manifest Susanoo.

If Bing San hadn't been afraid of disrupting his body's balance and turning into a blob of flesh, he would definitely have tried to awaken a pair of eyes.

Wouldn't it be awesome to fight people with a giant mech? Bing San thought as he looked outside.

The two exchanged many blows, with the perverted man clearly at a disadvantage. However, the more Bing San watched, the stranger he found it. The reason was simple: Fugaku Uchiha sometimes wore something like red armor on his body. The perverted man's bone blade couldn't cut through it. Could it be that Fugaku Uchiha had already awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan?

After about twenty minutes, a signal came from the rear of the Mist Ninja forces, and they began to slowly retreat.

The perverted man licked his bone blade and left, still unsatisfied. This time, he didn't even utter a complaint.

As soon as Fugaku Uchiha returned, Bing San's clone approached him and asked, "Captain Uchiha, do these night attacks happen often?

Everyone seems so unprepared."

Fugaku Uchiha tidied the bald patch on his head and said, "The Mist Ninja attack three times a day: once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once at night.

At least, that's how it is now. And each attack's intensity is within our tolerance, yet they keep increasing the pressure.

It's like they're training us? Or perhaps trying to push both sides' potential to the limit. It doesn't feel like a real war at all."

Fugaku Uchiha shook his head and walked away. It was evident that Fugaku Uchiha felt a slight resistance towards Bing San and his group, perhaps due to their unequal status.

That night, Bing San's clone found Shikaku and relayed the situation.

Shikaku gnawed his teeth and pondered for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out. The Mist Ninja had initially attacked with full force, as if they were overwhelming them, but why did it turn into a war of attrition once the Uchiha defended?

Could there be some unspoken understanding between the Uchiha and their opponents?

Shikaku just shook his head, indicating he hadn't figured it out, and went to sleep without telling Bing San anything.

The next morning, the Mist Ninja attacked again. This time, there were slightly more attackers than the previous night, but only slightly.

Bing San stroked his chin, wondering if this Third Mizukage was an idiot? It didn't seem like it. Was it a trap to lure reinforcements? That was possible, but why did the intensity feel so calculated?

The Uchiha clan had lost a total of eleven Jonin, twenty-three to twenty-four Chunin, and they hadn't even brought any Genin since the fighting began.

Looking at the Commoner Ninja and other clans, the number of ninja casualties on the Land of Water front had already exceeded a thousand. This was after the Sand Ninja front had taken over a year to reach a thousand casualties.

Bing San decided to play it safe and develop cautiously; no need to take unnecessary risks. This front line was too bizarre.

Bing San suddenly remembered that the old man who loved to dance hadn't died yet at this time. Could he be the one selecting candidates?

That old man wasn't like Bing San; he didn't have the memories of others. He wouldn't know that the future major villain was Obito. Could the Mizukage have been controlled at this time?

Madara Uchiha, a legendary ninja on par with the First Hokage. His strength was considered the pinnacle of the Ninja World.

For the dream of eternal peace, he decided to implement the Moon Eye Plan.

Simply put, it involved suspending everyone and feeding them nutrients through tubes, allowing them to live in beautiful dreams.

Come to think of it, doesn't it resemble a scene from a movie? (Neo, what do you think?)

However, Madara Uchiha, a ninja of immense power, could not escape the ravages of time. Therefore, he planned to find a proxy to revive him at a crucial moment and then realize his plan.

In Bing San's memory, the Fourth Hokage had been controlled for a long time, though he didn't know when it happened. The Third Mizukage was still alive, but looking at this strange war situation, it was ninety percent likely that Madara Uchiha was behind it.

Bing San decided to lie low. What if Madara Uchiha himself interfered and disrupted his plans, leading to his demise? He was just a ten-year-old baby.

(End of this chapter)

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