Valley of Sanction entrance.
Dense trees stood in clusters.
The terrain ahead was lower, forming a sunken basin.
At the edge of the Mount Xufu range was a slope.
The difference in numbers between the two sides was a hundredfold. They seemed to stand in two different worlds, clearly divided with the edges of the two terrains as the center.
The sky was gloomy.
Heavy rain poured down.
Ingetsu's expression remained unchanged as raindrops the size of beans battered his black hood, gathered into streams, and slid from his black robe.
The Uchihas scanned the mass of enemies before them. Their expressions turned solemn one after another, Three Tomoe appearing in their eyes as they gripped the tachi in their hands.
There were countless enemies.
They seemed to have been transported into the Shinobi World War. Beneath the dark clouds and torrential rain, the enemy's main army stood ahead of them, while their own side consisted of only twelve people in total.
The disparity between friend and foe was enormous.
Splash, splash—
The slanting rain constantly battered Nonō's round glasses, severely interfering with her vision.
The temperature was icy cold.
She removed her glasses, which were covered in mist and droplets, and narrowed her eyes toward the front. Everything before her remained hazy, so she simply observed the reactions of her companions nearby.
"Is something wrong?"
Nonō's expression shifted slightly. On the faces of her Uchiha companions, she saw a solemnity and tragic resolve she had never seen before.
She had no intention of retreating. She only wanted to know what kind of situation they were in. That way, even if she died, she would die knowing why. Unfortunately, she was nearsighted.
Even Kimimaro's face was filled with gravity. There were... too many enemies.
Even if Otogakure were all sacrificed.