"Uchiha Style: Sun Halo Dance!"
Three consecutive blades of flame slashed diagonally toward the dozen or so Cloud ninja before him.
"That terrifying speed..."
"He has the Sharingan. He's not the Yellow Flash—and his flames are red..."
The surviving Cloud ninja struggled to swallow.
After all, seeing two or three comrades fall in a single exchange felt as if a vicious evil spirit had latched onto them, hungry to claim their lives.
A flash of flame, and Shisui Uchiha appeared in front of the Cloud ninja.
His expression was calm. It seemed that, after Fugaku's words of encouragement, he had begun to accept the cruelty of war.
"Charge!"
"Even if we die, we'll take someone with us!"
Seeing their morale falter, a Cloud ninja with a vicious scar across his face spoke through clenched teeth, his voice cold.
"This is war!"
"All that awaits us is victory... or death!"
The scar-faced man casually wiped the blood on his hands onto his clothes, then gripped his blade tightly.
Crackle!
Blue lightning surged around them, seeming to dispel the Cloud ninja's fear. They roared and tried to avoid the man with the Sharingan, instead rushing to attack the wounded Konoha ninja behind him.
A complicated look flashed across Shisui's face, but his hands didn't pause for even a moment. As he formed a series of hand seals, a cloud of smoke suddenly billowed up before him.
The moment the smoke appeared, several figures flickered into view. In the blink of an eye, they had intercepted every Cloud ninja.
"Uchiha Style: Blood Moon Flash Cut!"
Several silver gleams streaked through the flames, leaving crossing gashes across the Cloud ninja's chests. Shisui's blade work was so fierce that it nearly cleaved them into four pieces.
Fugaku Uchiha, Tekka, and the others soon arrived to