The warm sun hung high in the sky, casting down its gentle rays.
Beneath its light, the entire Forest of Death appeared lush and verdant, filled with a renewed sense of life.
If one looked closely, they would discover that at this very moment, several tiny figures stood atop a towering structure within the Forest of Death. Facing the biting cold wind, they stood with solemn expressions.
At their head stood the Fifth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, his brilliant golden hair shining beneath the sunlight.
Around him stood Konoha ninjas clad in white cloaks, each wearing a grave expression.
Viewed from the sky, one would see that they stood at the vertices of a regular polygon. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their hands constantly forming Art Seals.
At that moment, Minato, standing at one corner, suddenly changed expression slightly and slowly stopped moving his hands.
The Konoha ninjas beside him were briefly stunned by his actions. One of them asked in confusion.
"Lord Minato, did something happen!?"
Hearing him, Minato wore an odd expression. A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes as he glanced toward a spot below the tower and spoke softly.
"Strange... I think I just sensed a slight spatial fluctuation..."
At those words, the expressions of the surrounding Konoha ninjas tightened slightly. One of them cried out in alarm.
"A spatial fluctuation!?"
"Could it be those people from Las Noches!?"
The others' expressions changed at once. An older-looking ninja immediately asked in return.
"Are you certain that someone in Las Noches can use spatial ninjutsu like Lord Minato!?"
Hearing that, the others exchanged glances before gently shaking their heads.
Konoha's intelligence contained no record of anyone in Las Noches who excelled at spatial ninjutsu. Thinking of this, they all turned their gazes toward Minato, wanting to know