Chaos—utter chaos. In Iwagakure, centered around that prison, shouts of battle, the sounds of ninjutsu, and explosions blended together into an unprecedented free-for-all.
The young Sannin were like a lone boat in a raging storm, liable to be overturned by the next wave at any moment. Yet they seemed to possess an extraordinary resilience. Though they looked as if they could collapse at any second, they stubbornly held on, pushing farther and farther through the encirclement.
Xing Ruyu's situation was no better. She had been targeted by Iwagakure's Anbu commander, and with two Peak Jonin joining in, the pressure on her was immense. If she had not mastered many of Akatsuki's secret techniques, she likely would have been unable to endure this long.
Of course, the ones under the greatest pressure were not them, but the Second Mizukage and Jinin Akebino. To Iwagakure, everyone else was secondary—the Second Mizukage was the real big catch.
He was simply too brazen. As the leader of an enemy village, he had actually dared to infiltrate Iwagakure with only a handful of people. Did he think this place was some marketplace? Since he had dared to come today, he should forget about leaving alive.
Led by the Second Tsuchikage, most of Iwagakure's experts fiercely attacked this side. This was a remote section of Iwagakure, and because of the Anbu prison, it was not a residential district. The Second Mizukage's expression was icy as he neither dodged nor evaded the incoming ninjutsu. Every attack passed straight through his body, wreaking devastating damage upon the ground. At some point, a trace of clam mist had spread through the air, like a thin fog, yet so faint that no ninja without sensory abilities could detect it without concentrating fully.
If that were all, it would have been