The sudden turn of events shocked everyone.
An open attack was easy to dodge; a hidden arrow was hard to guard against.
The shot had been fired without a sound. The weapon was not standard ninja equipment, but a black spike. Judging by the wound, it had been soaked in poison.
It was probably puppeteers again.
The Sand Ninja had already discovered this supply point.
They had waited until the cover of night, striking at two or three in the morning when people were at their most exhausted. This had clearly been planned in advance.
"Stay alert! The enemy is hiding in the dark!" the captain on duty shouted.
Another black spike flew over, piercing straight through his throat.
Clang.
Another corpse fell.
Before the patrol could identify the direction of the attack, the silence of the night was shattered by whistles. Inside the tents, the resting Konoha ninja had no idea what was happening and scrambled to their feet.
At that moment, the Sand Ninja forces surged out of the woods.
Wind Release techniques erupted in unison. Violent currents raged through the area, uprooting countless wooden barricades. Konoha ninja who failed to react in time were hurled to the ground, their bodies slashed open by the blade-like gale.
Almost without pause, another hidden arrow came from above.
Relying on his Sharingan, Akashi swiftly drew a kunai and blocked it with precision. Yet the powerful momentum numbed his wrist and made his body tilt slightly to one side.
This kind of long-range attack was difficult to deal with.
He had to take out the enemy hiding in the dark first.
Akashi looked around and spotted Shingetsu rushing out of a tent. He immediately ran toward her.
Bringing her along had truly been an incredibly correct decision.
Seeing the chaotic scene,