The Land of Waves Daimyo's samurai ran wildly through the streets, shouting as they ran:
"Put out the lamps! Get under the beds! Hide in the cabinets! The ninja army is here!"
Windows slammed shut one after another with deafening bangs, their shutters rattling violently without any concern for breaking. The glass clattered, nearly shattering.
The cries of children inside were cut off by the windows, though faint traces still leaked through. Only after another cabinet door was closed could the crying no longer be heard from outside.
Darkness was like a ravenous serpent, swallowing the light from window after window.
In a very short time, the capital of the Land of Waves fell into dead silence.
If tailed beasts were the natural disasters of ninja, then ninja were undoubtedly the natural disasters of ordinary people.
Ninja brought plunder, death, disease, and misfortune.
After notifying the district, the samurai hurried toward the designated shelter.
His armor plates clattered, proving just how terrified he was.
The coming battle was not something samurai like them could take part in.
A month ago, this city had been guarded by Konoha ninja. Then the Mist Ninja came and killed the Konoha ninja, and now the city was guarded by the Mist Ninja.
Now the Konoha ninja had returned. No one knew what the future held for this city.
Hopefully, there would not be too many fires, and not too many civilians would die.
Outside the capital of the Land of Waves, No Uchiha stood atop the tallest tree, looking at the city wall over ten meters high in the distance. He curled his lips in mockery.
That wall could at most keep out bandits. Before ninja, it was nothing but decoration.
Poor daimyo of a small country. Before ninja, he had no dignity at