The forest reeked of blood. A faint red mist hung in the air, while the surviving Mist Ninja stood scattered about, maintaining guarded stances. The ground was covered with their comrades' corpses~~~lā
Even Pakura, who had fought through countless battles, was shocked by the scene before her. A force of over a thousand was already a sizable Shinobi Army, yet in the blink of an eye, a single ninjutsu had killed or wounded more than half of them. Such a thing was exceedingly rare in the Shinobi World. More importantly, the deaths had been horrifically bloody. Simply looking at the blood mist from afar made her deeply uncomfortable; it was hard to imagine how the Mist Ninja bathed in that mist felt. What Pakura admired was that these surviving Mist Ninja still stood motionless in place, keeping watch. Not even one of them cried out. Other ninja would likely have broken down already. Was this truly what it meant to be from the Blood Mist?
Had Pakura looked more closely, she would have noticed that although the surviving Mist Ninja appeared composed, their limbs were trembling faintly beyond their control. Even Mist Ninja accustomed to death had never encountered such a scene. Blood Mist was merely an exaggerated description; this was the first time they had experienced a genuine mist of blood! Their minds had actually reached the brink of collapse. The only reason they stood silently where they were was because Nawaki's pressure was too overwhelming. They feared that the slightest movement would bring down a thunderous strike upon them. On top of that, fright had made their entire bodies go weak, so they simply remained still.
"Splish, splash, splash..." At that moment, the faint sound of flowing water rang out in the deathly silent forest. It was exceptionally