Second Division battlefield.
Captain Kitsuchi, Surprise Attack Division Captain Kankuro, and Reconnaissance Division Captain Neji watched the clone army gradually retreat, and all breathed a sigh of relief.
Kitsuchi's body swayed slightly, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.
"Dad!"
Kurotsuchi came up from behind and supported him.
Kitsuchi turned to look at her. Kurotsuchi's originally delicate face was now covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. Her clear, lively eyes were bloodshot and filled with exhaustion.
"Kurotsuchi, I can hold on. Go get some rest. We only have one night to rest," Kitsuchi said, his voice extremely hoarse, like sand grinding together.
"Dad, don't worry about me. I'm still young. I'll be fine." Kurotsuchi wiped her mouth, and several cracks immediately split open across her dry lips.
"Captain, something's wrong!"
A shinobi suddenly ran over from afar, shouting in alarm and fury, "Captain, when Akatsuki's clone army retreated, they took many of our comrades' bodies with them!"
"What?"
Kankuro flew into a rage. "Is Akatsuki planning to use our comrades' bodies to make Puppets?"
"They may be using them as materials for Impure World Reincarnation!" Neji clenched his fists, his voice icy. "We have to take our comrades' bodies back!"
"Captain!"
"Captain, we can't let the bodies of our squadmates fall into Akatsuki's hands!"
"We have to take them back!!"
Several dozen shinobi gathered around them. Though their faces were exhausted, their fighting spirit remained fierce as they stared sharply at Kitsuchi.
Kitsuchi's face turned pale, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched faintly.
At a time like this, for something like this to happen... it put him in an impossible position.
After a full day of bitter fighting, every shinobi in the entire Second Division—including members of the Sealing Squad and Medical Unit—was completely exhausted. Now