"???" Uchiha Gen froze for a moment when he heard the name. It felt strangely familiar, and a dull ache suddenly stirred in his head. He instinctively rubbed his temples, easing the pain a little.
Once the pain subsided, however, a few fragments suddenly flashed through his mind. The images were indistinct, revealing only vague glimpses of dark red...
"..." Uchiha Gen fell silent. These did not seem to be pleasant memories. In contrast, his rush toward the battlefield only grew more urgent. He ran faster and faster, even using his Sharingan's ability several times just to cover ground.
For a moment, Uchiha Gen considered leaving Kushina behind in the care of his makeshift "dad." After thinking it over briefly, however, he abandoned the idea.
Under normal circumstances, the old man was Chunin-level at best. Only with advance preparations could he possibly reach the level of a Special Jonin, and now he was injured to boot. If he had a little burden in tow as well, encountering an enemy would spell the end of him.
Had circumstances allowed it, Gen would even have brought the old man along. After all, no matter how strong he was, having someone raid his home while he was away would feel absolutely awful...
Following the signs of battle around him, Uchiha Gen tracked the fighting until he suddenly spotted a figure standing on a rooftop ahead. Holding a weapon resembling a sickle, the figure swiftly slashed across someone's neck, sending a spray of dark red blood into the air!
With that, only one figure remained standing in the area. The ninja wielding the sickle then dropped to one knee, panting lightly, seemingly unable to fight any longer.
Looking at the traces of battle all around and the bodies on the ground, each killed