After spending more than nine years in the Shinobi World, Higashino Makoto was finally seeing a battle between ninjas for the first time.
Neither side had any intention of stopping to talk, test the waters, or fish for information. Konoha and Kirigakure were at war, and it was as if the two sides had an irreconcilable blood feud. The moment their ninjas met, they fought to the death.
The twelve Kirigakure Ninja scattered and tried to break through, but Konoha had an overwhelming numerical advantage. Every Mist Ninja had to face several opponents.
Those water-wielding bastards were tough. Even with the odds so heavily against them, not one chose to surrender. Ninjas from the Bloody Mist Village were ruthless toward their own people, and even more ruthless toward their enemies.
Surrender? That option had never been part of the bloody lessons they'd received since childhood.
After the first clash of Ninjutsu, the two sides quickly closed in and fought at close quarters. A brief series of rumbles erupted across the lake and along its banks, followed by the dense clanging of metal.
Unfortunately, the outcome of the battle had been decided from the start.
Without a top-tier fighter overwhelming the opposition through sheer strength, numbers were the greatest advantage.
Even when they traded Ninjutsu, some Konoha shinobi were better at Water Release than the Kirigakure Ninja. At least they didn't have to painstakingly form forty-four hand seals to use Water Dragon Bullet.
Somewhere in the Pure Land, an Old Senju Ghost grumbled, "Those are all my techniques! I developed every one of them!"
The battle began quickly and ended just as quickly. That was how ninja battles went.
The Genin rookies holding the perimeter watched the battle in the distance with envy, seeing for the first time how Chunin and