It's Simply a Miracle

His chakra rapidly gathered within his body as he prepared to unleash a stronger ninjutsu.

At the same time, Yuhi Shinku seemed to have noticed the disturbance beside the carriage. With a fierce slash, he forced back the enemy before him, then turned and rushed toward the carriage.

His gaze swept over the masked man, and a flash of shock crossed his eyes. "You?!"

The masked man let out a low laugh. "Shinku, it's been a long time.

"I didn't expect you to still remember me."

Kawaki Aoba and Asuma exchanged glances, both feeling a flicker of doubt.

Yuhi Shinku clearly knew this masked man, and this man's strength far surpassed that of an ordinary ninja.

What kind of mission could possibly involve such complicated figures? At that moment, the rhythm of the battle seemed to slow, and an eerie atmosphere filled the air.

Kawaki Aoba's figure looked especially solitary beneath the lingering light of the setting sun. The wind whipped up the hem of his clothes with a sharp flutter, as though even the air were holding its breath for this sudden decision.

His steps were resolute. Each step on the soft earth kicked up a small cloud of dust, while the merchant caravan's cries behind him gradually became drowned out by the wind.

He still gripped his longsword tightly. Blood from the recent fierce battle remained on the blade, glinting with a cold chill in the dim yellow light.

His gaze was clear and sharp, as though he had already cast life and death aside, leaving only one conviction—to buy time for the caravan.

"Aoba! Come back!"

Asuma's voice tore through the air from behind, filled with anxiety and confusion. But Aoba did not stop. He merely turned his head slightly and revealed a faint smile.

There was