Asuma Sarutobi swiftly departed with a thousand ninja.
On the battlefield.
Because of Asuma's delay, the Raikage and Kumogakure's ninja had long since vanished, disappearing into the vast sea. Especially after mobilizing the ninja just now, far too much time had been spent.
Catching up to Kumogakure's ninja was practically impossible.
"Lord Akira, what do we do now?"
Hatake Kakashi spoke. Before leaving, Asuma had assigned him the task of assisting.
At this point.
Since they had already lost Kumogakure's ninja, they should naturally return. That was the most rational course of action.
The slaughter of Kumogakure's ninja had already vented much of the rage in the hearts of Konoha's ninja, yet the sorrow in their eyes and the hatred hidden within could not be dispelled.
The battlefield fell silent.
Like a mournful rite.
The loss of loved ones was not a momentary sorrow, but a lifetime of dampness. That dampness required a lifetime to lick one's own wounds, to mourn oneself.
"Continue the pursuit."
Uchiha Akira stared in Kumogakure's direction, his voice carrying unquestionable certainty and decisive killing intent!
"Kumogakure has not surrendered, and Konoha's hatred has not been avenged. Are you... going to stay here as a pack of idiots who only know how to comfort yourselves, or make Kumogakure, the invaders, pay the price in blood?"
His gaze was utterly calm.
Yet he was like a demon from hell, bewitching their hearts.
Everyone's breathing quickened uncontrollably, their eyes turning bloodshot!
"What we did just now was not revenge. We were merely driving out Kumogakure, the invaders."
Uchiha Akira's eyes were crimson as his Mangekyō Sharingan spun rapidly. He spoke slowly, enunciating every word:
"And now, we will enter Kumogakure's territory in the same way they did, and make them understand that invasion must be paid for with