"Damn Konoha Ninja, damn Gekko Clan! I, Rasa, swear I'll kill him!" Rasa cursed as he led the Sand Shinobi troops, who were likewise loudly cursing Moonlight Han, back to Mount Kikyo. Unfortunately, all they could do now was vent their hatred through cursing. If they were really told to go kill Moonlight Han, they lacked both the ability and the courage.
Although Rasa could restrain Moonlight Han, the Sand Shinobi he led were completely suppressed by Moonlight Han in terms of range. Forget killing him—they could barely even get within a thousand meters of him. Moonlight Han was also among Konoha's army, surrounded by more than three thousand Konoha Ninja, including many powerful fighters. Even if Rasa himself managed to charge up to Moonlight Han, going without a large force of Sand Shinobi to support him would be nothing but suicide.
When the Sand Shinobi returned with Rasa looking miserable, their faces filled with grief and hatred, many of them were supported by their similarly injured comrades or carried back. A sorrowful atmosphere immediately spread among the Sand Shinobi stationed at Mount Kikyo, engulfing the entire mountain. They had clearly left only that morning, with fifteen hundred men. How had they returned by noon, having suffered such heavy casualties?
"Medical Ninja, hurry!"
"Go get the bandages and medicine! Hemostatic forceps! Splints!"
"Big brother! Big brother!"
Shouts rang out among the stationed ninja. The few Medical Ninja hurried into the Sand Shinobi force that had just returned, treating those with severe injuries and calling for various medical supplies. Some ninja anxiously searched through the grieving crowd for their relatives.
"Rasa, are you hurt?" Amid the sorrowful and frantic crowd, a gray-haired kunoichi ran to Rasa's side and asked with concern. She hurriedly reached out to check whether he was injured.