Two or three hours had already passed since Ueno Kei had attacked the Wagarashi Clan that night.
Every member of the Wagarashi Clan's upper ranks sat in silence, their expressions grim. All of them had already imagined the worst possible outcome. Just then, the Wagarashi Clan's patriarch, the man in fine robes, pushed open the door and walked in.
When everyone saw the finely dressed man, their eyes lit up, and they all looked at him in silent inquiry.
The finely dressed man shook his head and sighed softly, indicating that he had not obtained any definite information from Aoi Rokushō and the other Mist Ninja. That gesture made everyone's brows furrow.
At that moment, an old man moved his lips and said, "Patriarch, did those people say nothing at all?"
The finely dressed man merely shook his head slightly without saying anything. The old man's expression grew even gloomier, and of course, the expressions of everyone present were not much better.
"For now, all we can do is wait. If this was not the doing of our old enemies, then we should get through the night safely. I've already ordered the entire clan to be on guard. If it really was our old enemies, then..." A cold gleam flashed through the finely dressed man's eyes and vanished as he spoke calmly.
The old man's brow lifted slightly, and he said, "The patriarch is right. Our clan's compound is only one mountain away from the Wasabi Family's territory. Everything depends on tonight—no, to be precise, on the early hours before dawn."
"Mm." Everyone nodded in agreement.
The finely dressed man pressed his lips together, moistening his dry lips to ease the tension in his heart. These next two days would decide the life and death of the two clans. He