Completely Trapped in a Bitter Battle

Asuma did not answer immediately.

He stopped walking and listened carefully to the sounds around them. Only after confirming that nothing was amiss did he slowly speak. "Success? Who knows."

There was a hint of mockery in his tone, but his gaze was unusually serious. "But, Aoba, you must remember one thing—we didn't come here for success.

We came to complete the mission, even if..."

"Even if we have to give everything?"

Aoba picked up the thought, a trace of bitterness in his voice.

Asuma nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile. "That's right, even if we have to give everything.

So stop thinking about pointless things.

That wandering ninja has his path, and we have our mission.

Each of us walks our own road. That is a ninja's fate."

Aoba said nothing more and merely nodded silently.

There was now a hint of determination in his eyes, as though he had made some sort of decision.

The two continued onward, their footsteps echoing through the forest as an invisible tension filled the air.

Just then, a faint rustling suddenly came from the woods ahead.

Asuma abruptly raised a hand, signaling Aoba to stop.

His gaze instantly sharpened, and his right hand had already gripped the Chakra Blades at his waist, ready to deal with any sudden danger.

"Someone's there."

Aoba spoke in a low voice, his fingers already reaching for his ninja tool pouch, ready to draw throwing stars.

"Don't act rashly."

Asuma lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping over the shadows of the trees. "The presence is weak. It might be an ordinary person... but it could also be a trap."

Aoba nodded, holding his breath as he leaned slightly forward, maintaining a stance that allowed him to move at any moment.

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