Momochi Zabuza stood at the bow of the flagship, his sharp gaze fixed on the distant coastline, which looked ordinary but concealed hidden mysteries.
"Lord Zabuza, we have entered the target waters. Ahead lies the coast and port marked in the intelligence as the ruins of Sky Ninja Village."
A ninja in a Dawn uniform reported respectfully from behind Zabuza.
"Mm." Zabuza gave a low acknowledgment and said flatly, "Maintain formation. Continue forward."
Meanwhile, on a concealed watchtower along the outer coastline.
A Sky Ninja sentry tasked with keeping watch rubbed his eyes and stared in disbelief at the fleet appearing on the horizon.
"Strange... Our fleet doesn't have any outbound missions at this hour..." the sentry muttered, his heart full of doubt. "And... these ships look far too new. Their design is also... wrong!"
He even wondered whether this might be a force his leader had cultivated elsewhere.
After all, only the former Sky Ninja had ever possessed such a fleet in the entire ninja world. No other ninja village had mastered this technology.
As the fleet drew closer, until the sentry could clearly make out the clothing and faces of those aboard, he noticed something was wrong.
At the bow of the largest ironclad in front stood a man with half his face wrapped in bandages and a massive sword on his back, radiating an icy killing intent.
The ninjas around him wore uniform yet unfamiliar attire. They were absolutely not comrades from Sky Ninja Village!
A chill instantly surged through his heart.
"This is... an enemy attack!"
Only then did the sentry react. He threw all his strength into a hoarse shout while reaching for the alarm beside him.
However, his movement stopped.
Because he saw the enemies aboard the opposing ships raise the strangely shaped ninja