"Um, I'm really sorry."
Uzuki Yugao said to Kakashi, her face flushed red.
The other companions did not look much better either. Under the influence of that power just now, they had involuntarily...
Kakashi shook his head faintly. "Don't worry about that. It was only Genjutsu used by the enemy; it wasn't real."
He stared fixedly at the sky with his Sharingan. "Instead of worrying about something so baseless, we should think about how to handle the situation in front of us."
"What... is this?"
Uzuki Yugao and the other Konoha companions who had regained consciousness stared at the scene before them, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Even though everyone present could be considered elite Konoha ninja, they still found this scene impossible to accept.
Tens of thousands of people throughout the village smiled as they cut off their own heads, letting the spurting blood carry their souls toward the blood moon in the sky under the pull of some unknown force.
Ravens gave harsh cries, heralding the opening of the Gate of Hell.
Yet in the eyes of these souls ruled by Fear, that blood moon was the gate to the Divine Kingdom. The ravens' cries were beautiful farewells, and the blood was the Lord's guidance.
Everything was proceeding perfectly.
As long as they reached the Lord's Divine Kingdom, disaster, Fear, and misfortune would never descend upon them again.
Thus, countless streams formed from blood gathered into Shiraishi Mori's single eye like an upside-down firework.
An apocalyptic aura spread from that lone eye, staining the entire night sky red with blood.
"Captain, what do we do?"
Gekko Hayate looked at the scene before him and involuntarily turned his gaze toward Kakashi.
After all, Kakashi was the strongest fighter present and the commander of this mission. By all rights, he