Crows' Mouths Are Always the Most Accurate

One day, an Uchiha squad was cornered by the enemy within a village.

What began as a spontaneous skirmish quickly escalated as both sides poured in reinforcements, crossing the threshold of a full-scale conflict in the blink of an eye.

The matter immediately alerted the Corps Commander, Uchiha Shinya.

Bang! With a heavy slam against the table, the Corps Commander's roar echoed throughout the camp: "Of course we must save them! This Seat will never abandon a single clansman."

Only after the cheers of his inspired men died down did he beckon the intelligence officer over, leaning in to whisper, "Has Fūma Eiichirō arrived?"

"Er, reports indicate he is currently rushing to the scene."

"Damn it, this has blown up into a real mess."

Dismissing the poor messenger, the Corps Commander leaned back in his chair, quietly contemplating a solution.

At this point, the original cause of the conflict no longer mattered.

Even if his men had gone and seduced Fūma Eiichirō's elderly mother, this sudden skirmish was a battle that had to be fought.

"Worst case scenario, after it's all over, I'll just send someone to propose to his old mother. Hehehehe."

Thinking of something amusing, the Corps Commander couldn't help but chuckle.

Following this, the Western Army Corps mobilized like a war machine.

Aside from a small contingent left to guard the base, the remaining clansmen would accompany him to the battlefield to meet an old rival he hadn't seen in quite some time.

Unfortunately, Sosuke happened to be on the list of those remaining behind.

With the situation now critical, there was no time to seek out the Corps Commander for a detailed discussion, and in the end, the Youth could only watch helplessly as the main force departed to feast on the spoils of war.

"Sigh, they get to eat the meat, and I can't even get a sip of the soup."

"Guarding the base" sounded nice, but in reality, it meant being completely benched; in this godforsaken place, what kind of fool would come here to stir up trouble?

Who would have thought that Uchiha Shū, standing beside him, would gloomily remark, "Perhaps the enemy's goal is to wipe out our nest."

"Bah, spit that out! Don't be a jinx."

Sosuke had realized that this subordinate of his was a jinx through and through.

Good things never came true, but bad things always did; this guy's mouth was like it had been blessed by a curse—he just hoped no one would actually show up.

At this moment, in a mountain pass a hundred miles from the camp.

"Is the information accurate?"

"Confirmed. Uchiha Shinya personally led his team out thirty minutes ago. The remaining force in the enemy camp is now less than one-tenth of their total strength."

"Good. Brothers, the time to earn our glory has arrived."

From beginning to end, this skirmish was a trap set by the Fūma Clan.

Their goal was to completely eradicate the Uchiha's frontline base.

This was a two-pronged operation: Fūma Eiichirō would personally engage the enemy in the village, while a reserve force would be dispatched to strike at the heart of the enemy, completely destroying their nest.

For this day, Fūma Eiichirō had personally sent letters to several major clans, clarifying the stakes involved.

Unfortunately, few responded; many feared the Uchiha would settle scores later.

Only the Shimura Clan gave a firm response, even sending elite clansmen to reinforce them—though, naturally, they would never admit to it publicly.

"This is enough." Watching the silent group beside him, Fūma Masaki wore a cold sneer.

How could he not know that the Shimura Clan wanted them to bear the brunt of the Uchiha's fury?

However, they didn't realize that the Fūma Clan had long since passed the point of reconciliation with those people; a fight to the death was inevitable sooner or later, so why not take the opportunity to drag more people into the water?

Want to stay out of it?

What a joke. When the Uchiha came roaring back, he would definitely drag the Shimura down with them, and the Sarutobi Clan behind them wouldn't be able to escape either.

One doesn't necessarily have to share in the blessings, but when disaster strikes, everyone must suffer together.

As for whether they could withstand the Uchiha's insane retaliation, the man wasn't worried in the slightest; with three clans joining forces, even that bunch of "red-eyed freaks" wouldn't get the upper hand.

Besides, did they really think the Senju of the Forest were pushovers?!

Senju Butsuma was a man of great talent and strategy; he would surely seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack, and by then, the Uchiha would face enemies on both fronts.

When the Uzumaki landed from the north and the Ino-Shika-Cho launched their coordinated response, those guys would be nothing more than fish on a chopping block.

"The destruction of the Uchiha begins with today's surprise attack."

A hundred kilometers was nothing to a ninja with such incredible speed; if they sprinted at full capacity, the two sides would be clashing within three minutes.

Taking a deep breath, Fūma Masaki led the charge toward the enemy camp.

"You jinx!"

A minute ago, the alarm had suddenly sounded within the camp.

The Sensory Division reported that a force of over fifty men was rapidly closing in on the camp.

Receiving the news, Sosuke could only glare at his companion while climbing to the top of the earthen wall to peer into the distance.

To defend against powerful enemies, ninjas would construct earthen walls around their camps to prevent being struck by ninjutsu while unaware.

Upon receiving the alert of an enemy raid, the ninjas proficient in Earth Release were already reinforcing the city walls.

If the enemy wished to attack, they would have to scale the thirty-meter-high earthen wall before them.

During this process, the Uchiha would carry out precision strikes against the enemy, using this to whittle down their forces and narrow the objective gap in combat power between the two sides.

"A two-to-one disadvantage in numbers; this battle won't be easy to fight," Sosuke sighed.

Having enemies was a good thing, as it meant he wouldn't have to worry about a source of points, but he had never hoped for a battle to take place within the camp itself.

The medical area in the rear housed a large number of wounded personnel, a massive quantity, and the consequences would be unimaginable should the front line fall.

This was no longer a matter of points; he could not let the enemy cross this wall today, no matter what.

"Daring to raid the camp suggests the enemy has long prepared a foolproof plan; we might not be able to hold them off," Uchiha Shū's voice drifted into his ears on the wind.

Sosuke turned his head to glance at him, his mouth twitching as he felt the urge to kick this guy off the wall.

However, upon second thought, what he said seemed to hold some truth; the enemy was coming on aggressively, and a single wall might not be enough to stop them.

Thinking of this, Sosuke hurriedly signaled for others to join him in setting traps along the wall, so that when the enemy attempted to climb over, the Explosive Tags plastered there would certainly give them a taste of trouble.

"They're here." Sensing the tremors in the distance, Sosuke hurriedly vaulted to the top of the earthen wall.

As a result, he saw two massive clusters of ninjutsu merging with each other in the air.

The wind fueled the fire, and the fire borrowed the wind's might; the enemy had brazenly launched a terrifying legion-level ninjutsu.

"Evade!!!"

BOOM!

The thirty-meter-high wall suddenly suffered a massive collapse under the enemy's concentrated firepower.

"Damn it." Jamming a Kunai with a wire attached to its end into the wall, Sosuke used the tension to forcibly adjust his posture, planting his feet back onto the side of the wall.

He had managed to avoid the fate of falling to his death.

However, not everyone possessed reflexes as excellent as his.

Watching his clansmen fall one by one from dozens of meters high, Sosuke's expression turned grim, and the Tomoe patterns on his neck began to slowly writhe.

Before long, Black Markings crawled across his entire body.