Anger, Ignited

The bright moon was suddenly blocked by thick clouds, and ultimate darkness shrouded Yugakure as an atmosphere of terror spread rapidly through the village.

On a small hill in the distance, a figure in black appeared quietly, his snow-white hair looking quite conspicuous in the dark night.

Shiraishi Mori stood on the heights occupied by the ghoul army, gazing at the heavily guarded and solemn-looking village before him.

Just by looking, he could already feel the oppression inside Yugakure at this moment.

It would be soon; soon he would be able to unfold his true revenge.

Shiraishi Mori raised his head to look at the heavy dark clouds in the sky, his mind a flurry of thoughts.

The scene of his parents dying for him surfaced in his mind once again.

Then came the raging sea of fire in the village, the ninjas who slaughtered the villagers at will, and later the countless struggles and escapes within the Land of Rivers...

Everything, absolutely everything, was about to reach a conclusion tonight.

It was either him or them.

Until this moment, Shiraishi Mori's body relaxed completely instead.

Suddenly, a dark shadow dropped down—it was a raven.

"Mr. Crow?"

Shiraishi Mori looked at the raven, and the bird nodded.

His feelings toward Mr. Crow were somewhat complicated.

When facing the encirclement and suppression by Yunin, Mr. Crow had helped him escape death several times, and had continuously guided his fighting style, as well as the development and manipulation of his Kagune.

However, its relationship with that man seemed very close, which prevented Shiraishi Mori from completely trusting Mr. Crow.

That man...

Shiraishi Mori's gaze shifted, and just thinking of his name made him tremble.

"It's Shiraishi-kun, caw. Are you feeling worried because of the upcoming battle, caw?"

Mr. Crow landed naturally on