Uchiha Fugaku remembered that little kid from the Hyuga Clan.
"Brrr."
A faint tremor suddenly rippled through the ground. Nara Dan turned toward the coastline, his expression thoughtful.
Uchiha Fugaku was naturally sharp at reading people, and immediately realized something was wrong.
"Lord Nara."
"Are we under attack?!"
They hadn't completely left the Land of Fire's coastline yet. It was perfectly plausible that the Mist Ninja, unwilling to accept their defeat, had returned to retaliate.
Nara Dan nodded slightly, then shook his head.
His reply was somewhat ambiguous.
"More or less."
A sharp glint flashed in Nara Dan's eyes, and a dangerous aura leaked out. Uchiha Fugaku and the two others beside him felt as if thorns were pricking their backs.
"But I'm the main target."
Fugaku thought to himself, You slaughtered thousands of Mist Ninja and killed the Seven Ninja Swordsmen. If they want revenge, of course they'll come after you!
"Is there anything the Uchiha can do?"
"Could they have sent someone to negotiate?"
Fugaku guessed as much. The God of Shinobi was right here, so any further struggle would be futile and only lead to more needless casualties.
Nara Dan shook his head.
"This isn't the sort you can reason with."
"Just a slightly troublesome little one."
"Your Uchiha should retreat as far as you can."
"So you don't get caught in the aftermath when the fighting starts."
As he spoke, a billowing cloud of dust suddenly rose between the camp in the distance and the coastline. Like a mudslide, it swept through the forest and raced toward Nara Dan.
The enormous cloud carried dirt, stones, and branches with it, bearing down like a gigantic swamp monster.
"What is that?!"
Uchiha Fugaku's Three Tomoe gave him excellent long-range vision. At the front of the rolling dust cloud,