At night, inside the Yemu Clan compound, the current clan head, Yemu Jichuan, solemnly bowed to the Divine Statue before him, murmuring a prayer.
After a long while, he opened his eyes. The unease in his heart had eased somewhat, but something still nagged at him, leaving him restless.
He turned and glanced at the ninja kneeling nearby and sipping tea. He couldn't help sighing. That ninja was the very culprit behind his unease.
The ninja raised his head. His eyes were completely white. Seeming to hear Jichuan's sigh, he sneered. "Clan Head Yemu, don't worry. You're helping the Hyuga Clan this time. Once we defeat the Uchiha, we'll reward you handsomely. Besides, the Uchiha are already short-handed. They don't have any Jonin to spare for this place. What is there to worry about?"
"I hope so..." Yemu Jichuan let out a breath.
As far as he was concerned, he wanted no part in this sort of affair. The Yemu Clan was small, with only two Jonin, counting himself. The Uchiha and the Hyuga were both colossal powers to him, capable of crushing him with a flick of their fingers. Even his parent clan, the Chiba Clan, had yet to recover after the Uchiha taught them a lesson twenty years ago for trying to take advantage of the situation.
He was an ant. How could he dare get involved in a war between giants?
But he had no choice. This was an assignment from the Chiba Clan, his parent clan. The Hyuga had not come to him at first; they had gone straight to the Chiba Clan.
This time, the Chiba Clan hadn't agreed hastily. They seemed to have learned from what happened twenty years ago and were wavering. On one hand, they feared the Uchiha Clan; on the other,