A Forceful Strike

He hurriedly searched around for the source of the voice. Suddenly, a Rain Ninja pointed a trembling finger at the sky. "Chief, Lord Hanzo... you—you'd better look! What is that?!"

Hanzo had paid it no mind until a vast shadow appeared overhead, forcing him to look up. There, he saw an enormous figure blotting out the sun, standing between them and the sunlight.

"Th-this is..." Hanzo had seen his fair share of things. He knew there were people in this world who could fly through the air, like the Tsuchikage of Iwagakure, who was always complaining about a slipped disc. His Light-Weight Rock Technique could let people fly without the aid of a Summoned Beast.

But Hanzo couldn't sense even a trace of Chakra from the figure before him. There were only two possibilities: either he wasn't using Chakra at all, or Chen was so powerful that Hanzo couldn't sense the Chakra flowing through his body.

The first possibility was far too terrifying to contemplate. Both mentally and physically, Hanzo was inclined to believe the second.

Hanzo shuffled forward in tiny steps, studying Uchiha Chen in the sky as he moved. He ran through every powerful figure he knew, but none of them matched the person before him. They were either too old or the wrong gender.

When did someone like this appear in the Ninja World? Hanzo couldn't help wondering. Still, he made no rash move. Instead, he stepped forward and addressed Uchiha Chen respectfully. "We're honored by your presence. I am the current leader of Amegakure. May I ask who you are, and what business you have in our village?"

Uchiha Chen only glanced at him, then paid him no further attention. He slowly descended to the ground and walked over to Konan, who was visibly relieved. Looking